Page 111 of Obsessed Kings

Jacko takes Brock’s beatings like a champ. "You’re right, sir. It won’t happen again."

Brock throws Jacko out of the way, then lifts the entire table of bottles in his arms.

He roars, throwing the table across the carnival. Bottles fly in every direction, smashing against the stone benches of this wealthy campus.

He selects the biggest stuffed teddy from the prize shelf and brings it to me. "Here you go, baby girl."

I stare at the teddy with disbelief in my eyes. This is a joke. It must be.

My gaze lifts to Brock. "You… got this for me?"

"Fuck yeah, whore. I knew you’d like it. I lost the game, but I murdered it so I deserve the prize that I want. I’m not a fucking quarterback like Colt who can throw well. I’m a running back. They should’ve changed the goddamn rules to match my skills. I’m so fucking talented at football. They should’ve thrown me a ring that I’d have to sprint across campus with to win a touchdown. The game fucking sucks. I slaughtered the rules, pillaged the village of prizes, and grabbed the biggest prize for you. War spoils."

Brock stares into my eyes for a beat too long. A spark drifts out of his irises and floats into mine.

My heart picks up its pace, battering against my ribcage. My eyes flit to Brock’s lips, which are so red and plump.

I think about all the French he speaks and know that this is the moment.

I want to kiss him.

At last.

Leaning in, I start to close my eyes as I stick out my lips. "Thank you, Brock."

Brock cups my cheeks and crushes his lips to mine. I moan, time stopping as I leave Rook’s embrace and swoon into Brock’s body. His powerful muscles collide with my tiny frame, enveloping me in the same masculine strength that could slaughter me.

His huge heart throbs against mine, slamming against my ribcage, pushing me away, then pulling me back toward him with every beat. That’s how powerful it is. His giant cock lodges against my thigh.

Brock pulls back, his eyes raking across my face. "Fuck, you’re perfect." He tucks a strand of my auburn hair over my right ear, his fingers lingering on my skin. "I can’t believe I kissed my first angel."

Tears well in my eyes. They’re not tears of pain, not today. They’re happy tears because Brock has proven he cares about me. Adores me. Cherishes me. I’m his girl. And his whore.

"Spin around and kiss your other king, baby girl." Brock’s command makes my heart race faster.

I move toward Rook, then stare into his eyes. Unlike Brock, his inner sweetness never makes me question his intentions. He’s so tall and mighty that I have to stand on my tiptoes to get close to him. Rook is all man, muscle, and brawn. Covered in sexy tattoos that I haven’t had the chance to trace with my tongue yet, even though I want to.

Rook growls as he smirks, heaving me up with his firm arms. He crushes his lips to mine. "We’ve treated you rough, little Olive. This is your reward."

Clutching my teddy, I lose myself in Rook’s lips. Everything in him lights up everything in me. His mighty hand grips my ass, squeezing it in the right places, supporting me.

Brook approaches me from behind, then plants a kiss on the nape of my neck. "You’re a dream. A fucking dream."

For the first time in my life, I feel seen. For who I am. The girl that I’ve always wanted to be. I’m a Queen, but I’m also just a girl, one that wants men to cherish, protect, and dote on her. Brook and Rook are monsters, but they’re monsters with a heart.

Something in their pasts made them the way they are. They never used to be so rough and mean. I can tell. I can change them. Bring them back to life. Guide them toward the light that once filled them.

Colt’s past has been hinted at. Brock’s vulnerability is that people made fun of him for speaking French. Rook hasn’t shared much about why he went to juvie, though I know learning that will unlock the secrets to his soul.

Each man has something unique and special about him that makes him one of a kind. Perfect. Violent yet sweet.

The most beautiful things are interwoven in pain. One is impossible without the other.

That’s when the rudest voice ever snaps us out of our daze.

"Looks like the Sinners haven’t grown bored with Olivia’s slutty ass yet."

Brock, Rook, and I whip around to see Trace standing with her hands on her hips. Her minions stand at her side, each glaring at us.

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