Fuck.
I’ve never regretted a single thing in my life.
Until today.
“She told me you and her made that pact,” I say, trying to make sense of it.
Dylan snatches the phone back from Alistair and holds it up to my face. “Does this look like she’s fucking guilty?”
His voice fluctuates in tone so much it almost sounds like he’s just as mad as she is.
“Look at it,” Dylan barks. “And tell me you think she still did it.”
Felix grinds his teeth as he stares at the text.
“Eve literally told her she loves Pen,” Dylan adds.
“This text … this is why you guys did all that shit to me?” Penelope mutters.
Alistair suddenly grabs her hand and leans in to whisper something. I can’t hear it, but I see his lips move, and all they say is, “I’m sorry.”
She nods as he squeezes her hand. “Thank you.”
Dylan grabs my hand and shoves the phone inside. “Look. At. It.”
And I can’t fucking look away from the text that was clearly sent from Eve’s phone to Pen’s. The emotions inside it reminding me of the girl she was right before she made the jump.
Solemn. Angry. Distraught.
All for reasons I never understood.
And I misconstrued those words as blame.
Blame on her sister for ruining her life to the point of wanting to end it all.
And when she came to this school, I made it my life’s mission to make her suffer just as much as Eve did for all the wrong reasons.
Because Pen was right.
It wasn’t her.
My lips part.
“You could’ve asked me, you know,” she says, her nostrils flaring. “Instead of stealing that diary, the last thing that I got from her after she decided to end her life.”
Her strained voice physically hurts to listen to.
More than any of these shards embedded in my skin ever could.
“I knew it was a bad idea to ask for your help.” She grimaced.
“No,” I say under my breath, putting the phone on the bar.
“You knew I needed someone fucked up and with no restraints to find the one responsible,” she says. “But if you three are determined to fight over me out of jealousy, then we might as well cancel our agreement right here, right now.”
“No,” I say again.
“You’re mad at them for doing exactly what you all said you would,” she replies. “And you’re mad at me because I proved to you I’m not lying and that you were wrong.”
“Penelope …” I grumble. “Don’t make me say no again.”
“Then are you going to do what you’re supposed to?” she asks. “Or are you going to remain unreliable?”
Okay. I’m about ready to fuck this whole thing up, including her.
I approach her, and Dylan attempts to step in, but Penelope holds up her hand to keep him at bay. With just a single hand, she’s managed to control both him and Alistair.
And I realize I haven’t given her the credit she’s due.
“Look at me.”
She tentatively raises her catlike-lined eyes.
I tip up her chin. “I was the first to fuck that pussy raw.”
Her lips part, and she sucks in a hampered breath.
My gaze lowers. “And I’d kill every last son of a bitch on this campus if they ever fucking laid a finger on you.”
A whimper escapes her mouth, and she immediately shuts her lips after.
But I heard it. I definitely fucking heard.
She’s much more like us than she lets on.
A twisted little girl with dark, fucked-up needs just like ours.
My thumb presses onto her purple lips, pulling them down as I slowly lower it, rubbing her lipstick all over her chin.
“You’re mine, Penelope.”
Dylan steps behind her and places his hands on her waist. “Ours.”
My nostrils flare, and it only makes him grin.
“An agreement is an agreement, after all.” Dylan leans in to press a kiss on her neck. “Where’s the fun if we can’t share?”
He sinks his teeth into her skin, and fuck me, the moan that follows makes me want to gut him like a fish.
I’ve never felt this possessive over something or someone, yet this little spicy fucking slut managed to pull it right out of me.
Fuck.
“Do you want her?” Dylan asks as he snakes his hands underneath her hoodie and grabs her tits while she looks at me with desperation.
My jaw clenches as I will my cock to go down.
“Then give her what she wants,” he adds. “And it could all be yours.”
“Felix …” she whimpers when he twists her nipples underneath that hoodie.
And fuck me, I want nothing more than to rip it all off and show her I can do it better than him.
What the fuck has she done to me?
My knees cave in on me as I kneel before her.
“I’ve been a fucking fool,” I say. “But don’t you ever question my fucking loyalty.”
I rip down her leggings and panties in one go.
She tries to swat me, but I grasp her wrist and force it aside, gazing up into her eyes with a kind of greed I’ve never felt before. And I bury my face in that sweet fucking pussy.
But I fucking need it. I need it more than I need my fucking ego.
I want it more than anything in this entire fucking world right now, so I’m taking it, whether she wants me to or not.
“Don’t move,” I groan as I lick her little clit until it’s swollen. “I’m fucking famished, so let me eat this pussy of mine.”
She tries to jerk free from my grip, but my hold on her wrist only grows tighter, while my other hand grabs her ass and pulls her closer.
“Sounds like you missed her,” Dylan says.
“Shut it,” I growl at him as I swivel my tongue back and forth while he plays with her tits from behind.
She grinds her teeth. “Get your fucking tong—”
“What? Here?” I shove my tongue right up her slit, and she sucks in a breath.
“Don’t,” she hisses.
“Or what?” I retort, my tongue grazing past her sensitive bits. Not close enough to hit that spot, but close enough for her to want to lean in. “You’re gonna try to slap me again?”
“I’m not gonna forgive you,” she growls.
“I don’t need forgiveness …” I reply. “I need mercy. Because I can’t fucking stop, and I won’t.”
My fingers dig into her ass, her breath picking up when I inch closer to her tight little holes. I can feel the hard diamond nudging against my hand. I thought she’d remove the plug after she ran like hell, but she kept it in, despite the fact that she didn’t trust me anymore.
Even when I revealed my true intentions, she was still too committed to the deal, too afraid to say no to me for fear of what I might do.
And that … that’s sexy as hell.
“God, you rile me up like nothing else,” I groan against her skin.
Her hands find their way to my hair, taking hold, but her grip only entices me to lick harder and faster. More and more, her taste is so fucking addictive, I can’t get enough.
Dylan suddenly pulls her hoodie over her head and grabs both her nipples, twisting them until she screams.
“That’s it. Scream our names, little slut,” he groans.
“Dylan!” she gasps. “Oh God, yes.”
Fuck yes, that’s the word I was looking for. Finally, she admits she wants it.
“You crave this as much as we do,” I groan against her pussy lips, swiveling my tongue around her swollen nub until her legs start to quiver.
“I-I …”
I slap her on the ass. Hard. “Don’t you fucking deny it.”
“But I’m only doing this so—”
SLAP!
Dylan’s hand whacks her tit, making her moan out loud. “Don’t you dare, Penelope.”
“But the agreement,” she mutters, glancing over her shoulder at Alistair, who’s jerking himself off right through the fabric of his jeans just from watching us.
Dirty motherfucker.
“We’ll fucking help you, all right …” Dylan groans at her. “But first I’m going to help myself.”
When I hear a zipper go down, I stop and glare at him. “Don’t.”
He frowns. “What? We’re doing this, aren’t we?”
I get up and lick my lips, the taste of her wetness too delicious to pass up. “I put that fucking plug there, and I’m the one who’s gonna take it out.” I grab her thighs and pull her toward me. “And my cock will be the first to fuck her there.”
“What?” she gasps.
But before she can even say another word, I lift her in my arms and carry her to the pool table.
“Alistair, underneath her,” Dylan barks.
“Fuck yes,” Alistair mutters, and he flops down onto the table before I even have a chance to say anything.
“Better make it fucking worth my time,” I growl at them.
“If we’re gonna fuck her, better fuck her right,” Dylan retorts, and he grabs the bottle of whiskey and takes a big gulp before planting it down onto the pool table’s edge.
I put Penelope down on top of Alistair, face-down, then tear off what’s left of her leggings and shoes and chuck it all into a corner.
“Wait, what are you doing?” she asks, glancing at me over her shoulders.
While I grab some lube, Dylan grabs her face and kisses her, and I fucking hate to watch, but I have to remind myself this is what I agreed to. Alistair even pulls out his hard-on, rubbing it all over her. I don’t fucking care what he does with himself. All I care about is that she comes over and over again until she goddamn passes out from the orgasms.
As she plants her hands on the pool table and attempts to get up, Dylan pulls out the lighter and holds it over her neck. “Don’t fucking think about it, Pen. You’re ours now.”
Fear flickers in her eyes, but when I swipe one finger along her slit, I can feel her get wetter and wetter.
She likes the scare.
The thrill of the threat.
And nothing in this world is more intoxicating than a girl who knows how to scream.
“I’m gonna take your fucking ass, Pen, and it’s gonna fucking hurt,” I grumble. “But you’re going to fucking love every inch of my cock inside you.”
I climb onto the pool table and perch myself behind her. As I spread her ass cheeks, Dylan tips up her chin and kisses her right on the lips, and a twinge of jealousy cuts through me like a dagger, but I ignore it.
“Alistair, fuck her pussy. Remind her who she belongs to,” Dylan says, grinning.
I throw him a glare, but he challenges me with an equally possessive look across her shoulder, and it almost makes me want to lunge at him right across this pool table.
But her ass is right here for the taking, and I am not letting her out of my sight again knowing she could run away at any moment.
I pull out the plug, and she shrieks. “God, that was fast.”
I press my lubed-up thumb into her ass. “You’ll be begging God for mercy by the time I’m done with you.”
The fear in her eyes makes my dick strain in my pants.
I pull it out, veins protruding as I position near her hole. Alistair pushes his length inside her with ease, and it makes me want to fucking jam this bottle of whiskey into his eye.
Instead, I thrust into her ass, claiming her like I was fucking supposed to before she ran off to be with them instead. But I’m not going to let them have her all by herself. I’ll fucking win her back and make her mine, forever.
Penelope
I’m ravaged by an onslaught of lust building in my body as Felix thrusts into my ass and Alistair into my pussy, the feeling so tight and full I can barely take it. Every ridge of their lengths pushes against my insides, and Felix’s piercings add so much pressure that I want to moan. But the second I open my mouth, Dylan plunges inside, stifling my sounds.
“That’s it, Pen. Take it deep like a good fucking girl,” he groans, plunging in and out of my mouth like it belongs to him.
Three of them taking me all at once, just like in my depraved fucking dreams I never dared to speak about out loud. But it’s real and dirty and so fucking sexy that I want to die.
“So fucking tight,” Felix groans, plunging in and out of me. “How often has this fucking ass been used, Pen?”
I can’t even reply because Dylan’s destroying my throat.
When he takes his hard-on out, I suck in a deep breath. “Never,” I swiftly reply because I know I won’t have much time.
Dylan slaps my face and rubs my spit all over. “Don’t lie, slut.”
“I’m not, I swear,” I retort. “I’ve never—”
“Then this ass belongs to me,” Felix groans, thrusting in so hard I see stars.
“You motherfucking possessive son of a bitch,” Dylan retorts before he thrusts right back into my mouth.
I can feel both of them colliding inside me, pushing and shoving each other out of the way as they fight for control, fucking my pussy and ass until I can’t even tell who’s where. And it makes my mouth fucking water.
“That’s it, make it nice and wet, Pen. Slobber all over it like the slut you are,” Dylan groans.
Good God, could this get any filthier?
I moan when Alistair starts to suck on my nipples as he hits that sweet spot.
“Yes, take their fucking cocks deep,” Dylan says. “Come all over them like the good whore you are.”
Fuck me. It’s too much.
I explode all over Alistair’s shaft, Dylan’s words and Felix’s thrusting too much to take.
And I moan as Dylan briefly pulls out, but it sounds more like a hampered cry.
Felix groans along with me. “You’re a sick little twisted bitch, aren’t you?” He grabs a fistful of my hair and pushes inside slowly, then pulls out. “Just…” THRUST. “Fucking…” THRUST. “Perfect.”
I can’t even catch my breath from that rolling orgasm before Alistair goes right back into fucking me again.
Dylan spreads my saliva all over his length, and I open my mouth in anticipation.
I shouldn’t be this needy or this horny, but I can’t stop myself.
Despite the fact that these fuckers are monsters.
They’re my monsters now.
And I’m the only one who can control these wicked desires brooding inside them as they unleash all of it onto me.
Saliva and pre-cum cover my whole face as I’m hammered in all holes by three of the most fucked-up guys I’ve ever met. And with Alistair’s mouth going crazy on my nipples, all my senses are going haywire.
One of them begins to roar with lust, and I moan along too. Felix explodes inside me, and shortly after, Alistair does too. I can feel both of them throb inside me and fill me up to the brim, and it makes my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“That’s it, Pen, take it all,” Dylan groans, and he too buries himself to the hilt in my mouth until his seed jets out.
I struggle to swallow it all as it keeps on coming and coming.
“F-Fuck,” he groans as my eyes grow red from the pressure inside me. “Swallow it all like the cum-slut you are.”
God, I should hate it when he talks to me like that. Despise it, loathe it.
Instead, it makes my clit throb.
Wildly.
My tongue struggles against Dylan’s length, but I still manage to push it all to the back of my throat and gulp it down.
Finally, he pulls away, and I heave and suck in a breath. In the back, I can feel Alistair’s length slowly fall out of me while Felix retracts it, still hard.
“God, that was heavy …” I mutter, completely entranced.
Dylan spits on my face and wipes it all over. “We’re not fucking done yet.”
SLAP!
I shriek as Felix’s hand leaves a sizzle on my ass.
Felix’s voice darkens. “Next round.”
