Page 58 of Do It For Me
“Are you going to cum too, beautiful? Do you like this?”
No.
His hands grope my bottom, squeezing me tightly before delivering a sharp spank.
“You like this, don’t you?”
Please, stop.
“Go on, baby. Cum. Do it for me.”
No! I was fine. I was with him!
“Lana,amore.”
I lock eyes with him. Those piercing blue eyes watch me intently, his brows knitted together.
I can’t breathe.
I leap out of bed, my legs carrying me to the bathroom as panic takes hold. I slam the door shut and lock it, ignoring Dante’s attempts to open it.
“Lana!” His voice is muffled through the door, but I can’t answer.
My hand flies to my chest, pressing against my heart. It’s hammering wildly, as if I’ve just run a marathon.
My lungs seize. I can’t—
“Open up for us.”
They all cum at the same time. One on my mouth, one on my face, one on my…
Please. Please. Please. Please.
Someone make it stop. I’m begging…
“Your father was right. You are delicious”
What did he do?
“Look at that. She’s so full of us.”
I don’t want this anymore. I don’t want to feel them.
I said too much. I was out of line. He’ll know something’s wrong. He’ll figure out how many of them used me.
My father must have told him the story he made up—the one where I ended up selling my body for drugs.
To everyone else, I’m just a junkie with nothing but a pretty face and a filthy past to offer. Just a girl who learned to survive by selling herself.
Some men like them that way—whores, as my father would say. Experienced.
But I’m none of that.
I’m shattered, broken from the inside out.
“Sweetheart, please, open the door.”
I press my forehead against the cool wood. My body disgust me. As if I’m made of dirt. I touch my thighs and I feel his cum spilling off me. He didn’t hurt me, why do I feel disgusting? Why does this hurt? I don’t want to see him. I don’t want him near me.
