Page 65 of Obsessed Kings

I scream, my voice choking out my throat. "In your fucking dreams! You can’t just do this!"

Colt appears.

Tall. Dark. Menacing.

He’s the most lethal of the three.

His words from the limousine course through my veins. He told me that I should be terrified of him. He contains darkness that most cannot fathom. He mentioned something about cutting me up and fucking the gashes.

No.

He’s not going to do that today.

Is he?

Colt rams my chin up. "We’re your Kings. We do whatever we want to you."

Rook slams me on the floor of the locker room, his huge cock still inside me. I try to squeeze it out, clenching every muscle that I have. It’sin theretoo fucking deep. His meaty balls wreck the sensitive skin under my asshole, and though I try to move away from those too, it’s impossible.

He rawdogs me on the locker room floor where the Sinners’ bare feet were after practice. I gag on the rubber mats designed to protect the concrete underneath from their cleats. His thrusts are so ferocious they rip the breath out of my lungs.

Rook squeezes my tits so hard they bruise. He grips them even harder, quadrupling the pain that I feel.

"I dare you to tell anyone." Rook doesn’t stop thrusting.

Brock smacks my ass again. "There you go, little slut. Just what you need. You’ve been watching us out of the corner of your eye. Wondering what it’d be like to take the star players on the Sinners in the very locker room where they train to win games. It’s your lucky day, bitch."

I see stars as my cheek mushes against the floor, the smells of the team reaching my nose. I couldn’t smell it before, but now I can. Pure jock. Pure alpha man.

Someone reaches under me and stabs my pussy with their fingers. I cinch around them, forcing their firm fingers away in vain. They twist inside me, fucking me, taking what they want without my permission.

Gushes of heat slip out of me. I try to suck it back into my body, force my cunt not to betray me. My fucking cunt is being such a fucking cunt. I keep squirting, not able to communicate my hatred of these men.

"I hate you!" My voice ricochets off the lockers.

Rook locks my neck in a vice grip. My air supply is ripped away.

Harder. Faster. Deeper. Strong.

I’m a dinghy being rocked to and fro by powerful waves.

I’m a bird unable to find a tree to perch on as lightning ravages its nest in a blinding tempest.

Rook unleashes deep in my asshole. Shots of cum fill me. My hole isn’t big enough to swallow it. It squirts back out of my ass around his dick.

His dick doesn’t stop shooting. One, two, three. Ten more shots of cum blast into me. My fingertips find purchase on the locker room floor, then I wail when I realize that bare feet have walked here. I’m a disgusting whore. Filled with cum. Covered in sweat in a men’s locker room.

"You’re going to take every shot of my cum. You’re our slut. The onewechose to destroy. No other bitch at this school was worthy. Only you." Rook’s voice whips my nipples to stiff peaks.

Brock speaks next. "We saw the way you looked at us at that frat party. You weren’t like the other girls. You were special. Brilliant. Deep. Unique. They couldn’t take our cocks like this. They couldn’t handle it. We needed you. To destroy. To build into the Queen we need you to be. For us."

Colt approaches me from the front.

He stares down at me like I’m nothing.

Worthless.

A slut.

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