Page 82 of Obsessed Kings

My pussy wouldn’t quit coming.

My mind told me to murder Colt.

In the past few days, I’ve wanted to leap off my balcony and put a stop to this insanity. It’s too much. Confusion defines every moment of my existence. The tornadoes of pleasure and hatred I feel for these men carve paths of destruction across my body. My skin simmers with their beastly marks the same way that my brain begs them to stop. When they’re not here, I need them to take me again. To choke me with mySlutnecklace and prove that I want this. That I’m choosing this.

My mother wouldn’t be proud of me. She’d know I wasn’t doing anything to get away from these monsters.

Something in me tells me not to run. They can keep me safe if the darkness of my past finds me again.

Nate isn’t a "stalker" or anything. He’s my stepbrother. He’s supposed to be the one I rely on, who I can turn to for help. He’s simply not the stepbrother that I asked for or needed in my life. He thinks he controls me. He doesn’t.

Brock and Rook enter the penthouse with their arms behind their backs. I force a wave of terror away from me because for a second I’m certain that they’re carrying bondage gear or whips to destroy me.

Instead, they whip out chocolate cake, cupcakes, boxes of chocolates, and red roses—with one black one in the center like always.

I burst into tears as I rush toward them. "Guys."

Rook pats me on the head, and though this man has hurt me in so many ways, I close my eyes and beam. It feels good to not piss him off for once. Even if I know his destructive energy can return at any moment. "We know you’re hurting, little Olive. We got you presents to help you heal."

"Look." Brock picks up the chocolate cupcakes. "When I stalk you around Saintswood, I never see you eating cupcakes. That’s why I wanted to go with the box of assorted chocolates. There are so many to choose from. Rook and I decided on a compromise which was to buy everything we saw."

I take the cupcakes from Brock, then press the fancy box to my chest. Tears slip out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks. Warmth fills me and doesn’t let me go.

Damn, I thought they were coming here to hurt me again. That’s all they do. They pretend to act nice and then destroy me. Whip me with belts. Spank me. Fuck me.

This is the nicest thing they’ve done yet.

I almost think that placing me in this penthouse was the kindest thing they’d done, but I’m only here to be their whore. Their caged bird they can fuck. The bags, jewelry, and servants are so they have free access to me whenever they please. That’s not an act of kindness. It’s a method of control.

"Open wide, my Olive."

Brock selects a chocolate from the box, then places it on my tongue. I close my eyes, savoring the creamy truffle that melts in my mouth. "Delicious."

Brock heaves me into his arms. He carries me into my bedroom, his muscles holding my petite body effortlessly. My sex stirs as he lays me down, then heaves himself on top of me.

His pecs pulse with every breath as he gazes into my eyes. "You’re so fun to hurt."

"You’re spoiling me today. Not hurting me." I boop his nose, convincing him to treat me right.

Rook sits down beside us. He’s so mammoth that we both fly into the air due to inertia, but we come back down quickly.

Rook massages my thigh. "We know you’re hurting because of what Colt did. He has urges and needs that you may not understand. You can’t say no to him. Ever."

I stiffen against Brock. "He hurts me."

Brock wraps both of his hands around my throat. His eyes turn black as night as his cock hardens. "We all hurt you. Don't you dare say that Colt hurts you more than us."

I could be taken hard right now if Brock wanted to. I’m a tiny petite girl with no way to defend myself. Two monsters are in my room who could rip my clothes off and fuck me if they so desired.

Brock brings his fingers to my pussy. I clench my thighs as I lay as still as a board. My heart hammers in my chest. I’m terrified it’ll hurt. I’m terrified that I haven’t healed from where Colt had his way with me.

Brock slides one finger into my slick cunt. He moves it up and down, prodding me. I nibble my lower lip, my eyes fluttering shut as the fear of pain gives way to pleasure.

Rook untucks my tit and suckles it. His experienced tongue paints a masterpiece around my nipple, whipping it into a hard bud. The tingles that course through me are overwhelming.

I cry out when Brock pushes another finger into my cunt. Then another. He squeezes my clit.

"You’re touching my clit." I grip his shoulders.

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