Page 28 of Obsessed Kings

I’m not pure, not now. I’m defiled, not able to stick up for myself. Here I am, humiliated in the quad with countless students watching. I’m Brock and Rook’s plaything. Their dirty slut.

I’m no different from the other whores on this campus.

Rook grabs a fistful of my hair. I cry out, not daring to look into his eyes for fear of what he’ll do. "Don't hurt me."

"You’re not with us, baby girl."

Something aboutbaby girldoes it for me. I still, listening to Rook’s hushed tones, then look up.

Staring at Rook right now is like looking at a deity that wants to hurt you to teach you how to ultimately love him.

Rook’s deadly gaze doesn’t waver. "Something happened in your past. I can tell. You need me to show you how good this can feel for you. This isn’t painful, angel. This is to build you into a Queen. Every Queen needs to learn how to please her Kings. The pleasure should flow through her veins as well."

Without releasing his grip on my hair, Rook drops to his knees. He spreads my legs, then peels back my shorts.

I clench hard to fend him off. "Not in front of everyone."

Rook licks my pussy over my panties, and my back jolts. Every nerve ending in my body rises to attention, heat blooming inside of me.

I glance around the quad, then see that no one’s watching. Whether it’s because they’re too wrapped up in their own activities or because they know better than to stare when any of the Sinners step onto the quad with a girl, I’m not sure.

Rook rips my panties off with his teeth. "Your King is going to teach you how to squirt."

Rook

When the gods created the universe, they started with Olivia.

She embodies everything that a woman should be.

Perfect. Innocent. Sweet.

At first, I thought it was a travesty she didn’t know her way around a cock. Watching her fumble with Brock’s dick pissed me off. Who the fuck didn’t sweep her off her feet when she was sixteen and teach her how to please a man?

That’s my wild past self talking. The one who fucked teachers, suburban housewives, and sorority sisters without discrimination. The one who treated women like they meant nothing because they all wanted to ride my eleven-inch cock.

Olivia… blows every other woman out of the water. She’s so perfect it defies logic. I’mgladthat us three Sinners will teach her what she needs to know. We’ll wreck her for every other man, but that’s to be expected. The critical thing is that she’ll learn how to serveus.Me. Brock. Colt. No other man matters.

Her pink pussy calls to me, every fold stirring the embers of my need.

"Sweet Jesus." Most bitches, I’d already be tongue deep. Diving into that shit like they’re a hood rat slut and I’ve got five minutes to make them squirt before their drug dealing boyfriend puts a bullet in my head. That’s how it went in the joint. I fucked my cellmate’s bitch all the time. I bribed the warden, let me see her when my cellmate was taking a piss, and gave her my baby juice in her ass. I never risked fucking pussy when I was locked up because I know how crazy some convict-loving hoes can be. All they want is a prison boyfriend who’ll be rough with them like no punk ass engineer ever could be. They want the bad boys. The rough ones. The ones with records.The ones who can make them come.

A waft of berry fragrance greets my nose which draws a groan from my mammoth chest. I rub Olivia’s folds greedily with my thumb, making her squirm, watching with sick lust as she tries to get away from me.

Olivia’s entire naked pussy is on display to me. Anyone walking by would catch a glimpse of her folds exposed soaking wet in anticipation of my tongue.

There’s something Olivia’s not being honest about. Something in her past that makes her uncomfortable to be around men.

Rage.

It supercharges me, slamming through my veins.

I want to rip my clothes off, beat my humongous chest, and scream.

Someone… did something to her when she was young. She hasn’t opened up about it yet, but it’s clear as day. Men can be such monsters. Taking what they want without treating their bitch like the Queen she is. Rubbing her body with rose petals every night. Forcing themselves on her without caring about her pleasure.

Today, Olivia will know what it’s like to come from a King’s tongue.

I plunge into her folds, lapping at her succulent juices. The taste of her combined with the sensation of her clenching against me lets me know she needs it, no matter how hard she protests. I grip her smooth, hairless legs to prevent her from struggling, then lap at her walls, sucking the pink flesh.

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