Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Senior year at Barrington
I’ve been spending all of my time with Saint since our vow ceremony three weeks ago. The Lords throw parties constantly now that the seniors can get ass. I thought I saw a lot watching porn, but that’s nothing compared to what I’ve seen these men do to women.
I had to pee so bad, and I couldn’t wait to make it to Saint’s private bathroom in his bedroom. It was on the other side of the house, which is the size of a hotel. So I decided to used the closest women’s bathroom I could find.
I’m pulling my jeans up when I hear the bathroom door open, and girls’ laughter echoes.
“God, did you see her? Can she be any more of a whore?”
I stiffen, recognizing the voice and knowing exactly who she’s talking about. Me.
I open the door, and a set of green eyes meet mine in the bathroom mirror. “Fuck,” she whispers, her eyes widening.
“What?” Sierra looks up and spots me in the mirror. She turns and walks over to me. I see motion at the bathroom door behind her but stay quiet. “We were just talking about you.” She smiles.
“I heard.”
“We’re tired of you throwing yourself at Haidyn and Kashton. Honey, they don’t want you.”
I lift my chin but say nothing.
“Everyone knows you’re a whore.” She rolls her eyes. “Not like it’s a secret.”
I swallow the knot in my throat. Why is it the women that always make you feel the shittiest about what you choose to do with your body?
“I think we’ll go throw ourselves at Saint.” At the mention of Saint, the man steps farther into the bathroom behind her.
The other woman spots him and gasps but stays quiet.
“Yeah, Melony can ride his face, and I’ll fuck his cock. And then when we’re done, he can let you lick our cum off him.”
I’m shaking, skin heated at the thought.
“Then you’ll know what I taste like, bitch.” She slaps me across the face, but I don’t feel it. I’m too angry at the visual she just gave me.
Sierra spins around to exit and comes to a halt gasping. “Haidyn!” She squeals.
He wraps his hand around her neck and pulls her to him. She grips his muscular arm, fighting to breathe when he puts his face in hers. “We fuck Ashtyn because we want to. And don’t think you’re fucking special. Kashton and I have offered you both up to Saint. He doesn’t want either one of you.” He lets go, and she rubs her neck, gasping to catch her breath. “But if you want to fuck someone else…”
“No.” She shakes her head. “No…no…I don’t…”
He grips her hair and drags her out of the bathroom. Kashton’s chosen and I follow after them through the crowded hall and into the living room.
“Hooke?” Haidyn calls out.
“God, no. Haidyn, please don’t…”
“What’s up?” Hooke looks up from his phone sitting on the couch.
“Still want a piece?” He holds Sierra out in front of him like an offering. Her body trembling and crying.
Hooke tosses his phone to the cushion beside him, leans back and places his arms across the couch, grinning. “What can I have?” he asks, his eyes running up and down her body in a way that makes her tremble.
“Whatever you want,” Haidyn answers, and she can’t hold back the sob.
Haidyn spins her around pulling her back to face him.
“Please?” she begs, her hands gripping his T-shirt trying to cling to him now. “Don’t make me…”
He cups her tear-streaked face. “Make me proud,” he whispers against her lips, and she swallows nervously at the threat. Then he steps back and crosses his arms over his chest.
She bows her head and turns around to face Hooke, knowing she has no choice. She is Haidyn’s, and he can do whatever he wants with her. Sierra takes a step forward, and Hooke speaks. “Strip. Give everyone something to look at while I fuck your mouth.”
She whimpers, reaching down and grabbing the hem of her dress. She pulls it up and over her head and then pushes her underwear down her shaking legs. She takes another step forward, and he orders. “On your hands and knees. You’ll crawl to me.”
She falls to her knees and crawls across the floor to him where she stops to kneel. He reaches out and pushes two fingers into her mouth, and she sucks on them. Then he slaps her, making her cry out. “Beg me, princess. Beg me to fuck your face.”
“Ple-ease?”
He slaps her again. Harder.
“Oh God…please?” she cries out. “Fuck my mouth, Hooke. I need you to fuck me.”
“That’s better.” He undoes his belt, yanking it from his loops and wraps it around her neck. Pulling her forward, he removes his hard dick from his jeans and begins to fuck her face while men and women sit around listening to her gag and cry while they record it.