Page 68 of Obsessed Kings

I take a sip of wine. "At least she’s brave. She’s not willing to sit back and let someone kill all her friends without getting to the bottom of it."

A man in a black hood leaps out from behind her with a knife. He rams it in her belly, sending her to the ground as she coughs up blood. It shoots out of her gut, spurting into the air and bathing the surrounding shrubs in crimson.

Rina and I scream, then grab each other for support. "Oh, shit!"

"I didn’t see that coming." I take a bite of ice cream to calm my racing heart. Well, I sort of did. No, I definitely did.

Rina turns to me after the movie ends. "I could go for an entire pizza."

"Let’s do tacos. Brock ordered me tacos from the best Mexican place a couple blocks away the other night. They’re so good they’ll make you bust a nut."

"I can’t do Mexican. All those beans ain’t good for my belly." Rina rubs her stomach. "And bitch, I don't have nuts to bust."

I roll my eyes. "They’re really good. You won’t regret trying them."

"I have IBS. Irritable Bitch Syndrome. Anything besides pizza turns me into a cunt."

"Speaking of cunts, I have to tell you what happened to me the other day."

"The Sinners finally took your virginity." Rina squeals, then buries me in a hug. "It was only a matter of time."

My eyes lock on hers. "Not quite. They did… something else."

"They love that ass of yours." Rina grabs a handful of my ass. "God, if I were them, I’d fuck it up too. Tear your shit up and eat your booty like groceries."

I yelp, scooting away from her. "I’m still recovering!"

"Don't be such a drama queen. They can’t bethatbig."

I pull out my phone and show her the picture I took of the football that made a second home in my ass. "It wasn’t their cocks that did me in, hon."

Rina’s jaw drops.

She can’t believe her eyes. "I’m struggling to see how that’s possible."

"Me too." I turn away in humiliation. "It was so degrading. They rammed it in there while I was spread out on the floor of the men’s locker room."

Rina’s eyebrows waggle. "Bitch, you like it rougher than me! Go on, girlie. Get that dick. Fuck knows every fake titty bitch at this fucking college would beg to be in your Balenciagas."

"Jimmy Choos." I lift my foot, showing Rina my shoes.

We decide on pizza and tacos. Rina digs into everything, that lying fucking bitch.

"I thought you didn’t want tacos." I scorch her with the fiercest glare in my arsenal.

"I eat whatever’s in front of me no matter if it agrees with me or not. If you don't want me to eat your food, eat it before me."

"I’m struggling to deal with Colt, Brock, and Rook. They’re too primal for me. Feral. They claim what they want and disregard my feelings. They only buy me nice things so they can wreck me. They think that if I’m dripping in designer, I’m their plaything. I’m not going to allow myself to be disrespected like this. My mother taught me to be a strong woman. Not a weakling who takes their bullying ways."

Rina rubs my hand. "I’m going to stay out of it because I assume this penthouse is bugged."

"It is," one of my servants drawls from the kitchen.

I clear my throat. "Stay out of it if you know what’s good for you."

I turn back to Rina. "Anyway, I have no idea what to do. I’m living better than most princesses ever do. My pussy is never dry. However, I have no self-respect."

Rina licks her fingers clean. "Are there any more chicken ones left?"

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