Page 76 of The Boy I Loved
“Please—” My begs were cut off when he descended, his hot tongue lapping at my clit, sending a sudden shock of electricity through my body. A choked sound tumbled from my lips, tears dotting my lashes.
My muscles strained as I wiggled between them, trying my hardest to break free, or at the very least, get a leg or arm free—anything to get them away from me. Rodney ate me with a ferocity, each stroke of his tongue causing a series of stars to burst behind my eyelids. He was good, way better than I would have suspected. I didn’t want to think that, or know that, especially not like this.
“Look how reactive she is.” Tristan groaned, his voice raspy with desire. “You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?”
I shook my head, but I couldn’t deny his words. My back bowed off the mattress, heat slamming through my abdomen. What the fuck was wrong with me? Rodney moved his hands, cupping my ass cheeks and spreading them apart as he feasted, his tongue plunging in and out of my throbbing center. A moan wrenched free, and I clamped my eyes closed, twisting my hand around Vincent’s in an attempt to ground myself. My nails pierced his flesh, and I added even more pressure just to bring him an ounce of pain.
Tristan released my thigh, moving his hand up and wrapping it around my breast. His thumb flicked over my nipple which only added more sensation. Electricity trickled down my spine, making me cry out.
“Fuck,” Vincent murmured, his eyes alight with intrigue and lust. “I think she likes it.” He said the last part like he couldn’t believe it—like a normal girl wouldn’t react so well to being assaulted. Maybe they wouldn’t. Maybe something was seriously wrong with my head.
“I need inside of her now,” Tristan said, straightening his spine. He grabbed Rodney by the back of the shirt, wrenching him away from me. A cool gust of air settled over my wet pussy, eliciting a shiver from the sudden contrast. Rodney’s eyes were bright, my fluids coating his lips and chin. He raked his gaze over me, his chest heaving like he was seconds away from pouncing and taking me for himself.
Tristan dropped his hands to the button on his jeans and hurriedly popped it open. His movements were sloppy and uncoordinated, dark blonde hair falling in front of his blue eyes. Once he was naked from the waist down, he took his big cock in his grip and started pumping it up and down, his eyes locked on mine.
I shook my head, trying to muster the last bit of courage I had to stop this, but the words wouldn’t even slip past my lips. Tristan climbed on top of me, pinning me into the bed with his hard frame pushing against mine. He didn’t take his time. As soon as he was positioned at my entrance, he was slamming into me hard and brutally. A cry fell from my lips, the stretch burning from all around like he was ripping me open.
“Fucking shit.” He groaned, his eyes rolling as he positioned his hands on either side of my head.
Vincent released me at last, clearly seeing no reason to hold me in place anymore. He stepped off to the side to observe, his heated gaze searing over my flesh. I pushed against Tristan’s chest as hard as I could, but he was rock solid, his hips pinning mine into the bed beneath us. Anger slashed through my chest, mixing with the lust burning inside of me—lust I definitely shouldn’t have been experiencing.
Tristan’s lips curled into a delighted smile, mocking my pathetic attempts to get away. It only pissed me off more. If I couldn’t get free, then I’d make it hurt. He didn’t get to take from me without any repercussions. If he wanted to punish me for it, fine. There wasn’t much else he could do to me that could top what was happening now.
Smoothing out my features, I leveled him with an impassive look before arching an eyebrow. “That’s it?” I taunted, knowing it would come back to bite me in the ass. “With all this talk about how bad you are, I figured you would have at least had a decent sized cock to go with it.”
Vincent barked a laugh, drawing my attention toward him. Something akin to respect flashed within his gaze, and I couldn’t help the warmth that spread through my chest as a result. I shouldn’t have cared what he thought. He was the same monster who tormented Lauren with a severed arm. My stomach twisted painfully at the reminder. What if they killed me for the comment I’d made to Tristan? Fear skittered down my spine. Would they cut me up and?—
My thoughts were cut off when Tristan rammed his monster cock deep inside of me, my breath stuttering out from how big and wide he was.
“I’ve killed whores for less,” he panted, though he didn’t appear to be angry. “I’m going to fuck you so goddamn hard, you’ll feel me for months.” He wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing until white spots danced around the edges of my vision. He slid out briefly, offering me the smallest amount of relief before ramming into me so hard, a scream erupted from my throat.
Pain and pleasure tumbled through me, my walls loosening around him as my body adjusted to his size. I fisted his hair, wrenching his head back as hard as I could, his jaw ticking from the small amount of pain it caused him. Pride swelled inside of me, but it was short-lived, because if anything, it only seemed to turn himon more. His hips smashed against mine, driving me into the mattress brutally, causing my grip to loosen around the strands of blonde I’d been clinging to.
“So fucking tight,” he praised.
At least I wouldn’t have to worry about him punishing me for being too loose. But he might have hurt me simply for the insults I tossed his way.
Pleasure pooled inside me, my toes curling, and my eyes leaking with tears. I refused to sob though. They wouldn’t like that, and I valued my life. He lowered his chest to mine, using his free hand to reach between us and toy with my clit.
“No,” I moaned, attempting to push my hips away, but it only aided in me thrusting against him, driving him in further.
Vincent knelt beside me, his tongue flicking over the hoop circling his lip. “My, my, Hazel. I didn’t know you had a dark side to you,” he commented, reaching out to tuck a strand of sweat-slicked hair away from my face. “We might have more fun than I initially thought.”
I clamped my eyes closed, forcing myself to think about anything else. Dominic was the first thing that came to mind. Guilt trickled through me, but that too was short-lived when I remembered his part in all of this. He didn’t deserve my love or loyalty. He fucked Nia without a second thought. I was here because of him. This was happening because of him.
“Come for me, Hazel,” Tristan murmured, tightening his grip around my neck even more.
“I can’t force myself to come,” I snapped through gritted teeth, trying my best to ignore the heat shooting through my veins. “You’d have to not suck to get me there.”
He huffed a surprised laugh, but it stuttered out into a moan of pleasure. He knew I was bullshitting him. He could feel me slickening all around him, I was sure. The head of his cock bumpedagainst the back of my clit, driving it toward his fingers. My body was pulsing with desire, and he knew it.
Fuck it. There was no pretending anymore.
Slipping my hands beneath his shirt, I raked my nails down his back. He shuddered against me, his hand loosening around my throat momentarily.
“You want this,” he whispered, his eyes dazed and glazed over. It wasn’t a question even if it was meant as one.
“No,” I gritted out. But I couldn’t help how my body reacted. I just couldn’t.
