Page 7 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

“You can do whatever you like with her,” Boston replies, looking bored.

“So what, you plan to rape me?” I ask the black-eyed boy.

He smiles, sinfully biting his bottom lip.

Boston takes his place, holding down my leg, and I watch as the freak gets up and walks around to the base of the bed. My chest wants to cave in and my throat goes dry, my mind taking me to the place I have created for times like these—my happy place.

“Baby, no one is going to rape you. One look at my cock and you will beg me for it.”

My eyes clamp as tight as possible as his breath touches my skin.

I can feel him hovering over the top of me, pinning me down and taking my options away. There will be payback for them all; they will never see it coming. It may not be today or even tomorrow, but before I leave, every single one of them will wish they never met me.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he demands. “The sooner they open, the quicker this will be over.”

“Fuck you. I won’t look at you.” Seething, I refuse to open my eyes. I can’t. Whatever he’s going to do, I don’t want to see. I don’t need more snapshots to be added to the “shitty things that happen to Jolie” reel.

His fingers pry at my right eye, his hand ice cold. I snort; is this where I start to think he’s a vampire?

“Good girl. Now repeat after me. I will never go into Boston’s room again. If I do, Laughn can have his way with me.” He can’t be serious.

“Go suck a dick!” I yell, despite having no desire to enter Boston’s room again after this.

“Let’s not talk about sucking dicks. Now repeat. I will never go into Boston’s room again?—”

I cut him off, done with this craziness. “I will never go into Boston’s room again. If I do, the freak can have his way with me.”

The asshole laughs. “Baby, freak doesn’t even begin to describe me.”

His tongue leaves his mouth, and my jaw falls open. It’s split... like a snake. He wiggles it at me.

My body has resigned itself to the fact that these guys are not here to hurt me, at least not this time. One thing they will learn about me is payback is a bitch. Laughn is first on my shit list. I will bide my time, find out what he loves the most in this world, and then fuck it up. It’s not my fault these guys think they can do whatever they want. I feel it is my civic duty to show them otherwise.

“Hmmm,” Laughn mumbles. “I can smell your arousal, baby. I think someone is a bit of a freak like me.” His nose goes straight towards my pussy, stopping mere centimetres from my core. “Fuck, your cunt smells good.”

I won’t lie, I like it rough. Sweet, vanilla sex is not for me. I can’t explain the chaos in my head.

“Enough!” Boston roars. “Let’s make sure Brennan is done with his charity case before we destroy her. Let’s go. Jolie, stay out of our way or you may find yourself in my room. Then Iwilllet Laughn have his way with you.”

Laughn licks the side of my leg and jumps from the bed, followed by the others. The tallest of the guys pauses at the door and looks back at me. A frown takes over his beautiful face. He has hazel eyes a girl could get lost in, and blonde hair long enough he has it tucked behind his ears. He doesn’t speak, just peels his shirt up over his head and throws it my way with a wink, closing the door behind him.

I scramble to the shirt that slid off the end of my bed and pull it over my body. The smell of sandalwood attacks my senses.

What in the actual fuck just happened?

The bedside table vibrates. After a few buzzes, I realise I have a phone now and that it is ringing. Brennan’s name lights up the screen.

“So, I’m a pity project, huh?” I don’t bother with pleasantries.

“I take it you met Boston?” His voice sounds tight.

“Yep,” I say, popping the P. “And a few of his mates.”

“How did that go?”

How much do I tell him? I don’t want to get kicked out. This place is a lot nicer than anywhere else I have been—a few months here wouldn’t be a chore.

“I went into Boston’s room.” I laugh, trying to make a joke out of it.

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