I laugh and cup the back of her head. “But what a way to go, right?” I say when she looks up at me. Her lips twitch, but I see the smile she’s fighting back. There’s no denying it anymore. We were fucking made for each other.
NOLAN
Juliet Donovan is the best pain of my fucking life. She’s fire and agony and so fucking muchsensationthat I didn’t even realize I’ve been walking around numb all my life. Then she touched me, she came to me, and she made mefeel.
I know we should’ve planned this. The first time we take her together, but that’s not how life always works out. It’s not always a well-laid plan. Sometimes, it’s just timing and right now the timing is right for it.
I leverage Juliet back onto her feet and spin her around. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen, and eyelids heavy with desire as she looks up at me through thick charcoal-colored lashes. She almost looks dazed and it’s so different from her usual expression—cocky, guarded, sometimes indifferent—that it makes me tilt my head and examine her more closely.
Reaching up, I press the pad of my thumb against the center of her swollen bottom lip. Big blue eyes stare back at me, silently daring me to take that last step.
“I want you to do something for me, Princess,” I tell her, my voice low, almost secretive as I lean into her body and let those pebbled nipples of her scrape across my pecs. “When I step back, I want you to sit on that couch and spread your legs wide enough for all of us to see how wet and ready your pussy is.”
A shiver moves through her as I speak the filthy words against her ear. She doesn’t say anything. Perhaps she realizes I’m not done. What a smart girl.
“You’re going to lift your legs and plant your feet on the edge of the couch and then you’re going to let each of us fuck your cunt until you’re dripping with our cum.”
Juliet sways against me, her nipples digging in all the more and making my cock harden to the ninth degree. It fucking hurts to be this aroused.
“When you’re done coming,” I continue, trailing one hand down her side and towards the front, smoothing it over her bellyto the puffy, dripping cunt between her legs. My fingers are coated in fresh wetness and I have to repress a groan of need.
“We’re going to fuck you again and we’re not going to stop until we’re satisfied that this pussy of yours is molded to our cocks.” I lift my hand up, sliding out from her labia and trailing a slick path up her belly and to one breast. I tweak her nipple and she inhales sharply. “It might take an hour… it might take all fucking night. It doesn’t matter. We’re not going to stop until we’re sure that we’ve branded you.” I tweak her other nipple and she hisses out a breath. “What do you say, Princess?”
It takes several seconds for Juliet to work up to her reply. To no one’s shock, it’s a simple one. She pushes me back, forcing me a good foot away before she turns and walks around the side of the couch. The tension in the room rackets up to see what she’ll do.
She stops right in the center of the couch and turns, lowering herself in much the same position as Lex had been in. Then, with slow, careful movements, she does exactly as I asked. Her legs spread wide and she lifts them until the soles of each foot are flat on the couch and her ass is pressed to the edge, her pussy in prime viewing position.
“Fuck… me…” Gio groans. “Now that’s a pretty pussy, Prep Girl.”
I step forward and go down onto my knees, lining up my cock with her dripping cunt. “He’s right,” I tell her as I sink past her wet flesh. “This is the prettiest pussy in the fucking world.”
Her teeth flash as she bares them and then sinks them into her lower lip. Juliet’s hands reach out, grasping at the couch, as I bottom out in her cunt, her inner walls squeezing all around me.
“How does it feel?” I ask her. “Knowing that as soon as I’m done with this cunt of yours, there’s going to be another man stepping up to take you all over again?” I fuck into her, thrustingback and forth as I reach down and part her folds. Her clit is hard and swollen, a red, needy little bud begging for attention.
Despite how I originally wanted her, seeing her spread out like this and the feel of my cock slamming home inside of her makes me desperate to go deeper. Hooking one arm underneath one of her legs, I shove it up until her ankle is at my shoulder. With one leg kneeling on the floor and the other planted with my foot flat, I grip her ankle at my shoulder and her hip and power into her.
I fuck this girl—our girl—until I come in a rushing wave, my release stronger than it’s ever been. Then, when I’m done, I get to my feet and stare down at her flushed chest and open, wet mouth. Her eyes glaring daggers at me because I didn’t make sure she got her release too.
I smirk down at her face. “You’ll get yours, baby,” I tell her. “But not ’til the end.”
Juliet doesn’t have the opportunity to say anything before Lex and Gio are on her. Gio lifts her up and sits down, depositing her body right in top of his lap the way he’d done earlier, except this time there’s no clothes separating them. I know based on the way they both moan together when his pierced cock finally slips inside. Lex circles the couch and reaches for her hair, delving his hands into the ocean blue strands as he thrusts his cock back into her mouth for round two.
This is only the first of many more nights to come. This girl is ours. Her thoughts. Her fears. Her pains. Her vengeance. All of it belongs to us. Just like we belong to her.
29
JULIET
Principal Long calls me into her office first thing Monday morning. When Gio, Lex, and Nolan offer to come with me, I wave them off. Of all the people in Silverwood, Principal Long is one of the few I respect enough to speak to woman to woman. No need for backup in the form of three overprotective Scorpion Kings.
Megan hadn’t come to school on Friday—though a quick check of Lex’s property and his cameras confirmed that she’d managed to fight her way free of the loose burial sometime in the early morning hours the night after the party. Three days later, though, and a fresh week—it’s clear the rumor mill has started spinning and someone somewhere is keeping it going.
“Do you want to explain to me why I received a phone call from Megan White’s mother explaining that she’ll be switching to online schooling for the rest of the year?” Principal Long asks as I take my seat across from her. I’m getting so used to this chair, it should have my name stamped on it.
I shrug in answer. “Why would I know?”
Long’s stern expression doesn’t soften the least bit. In fact, it darkens as she frowns down at me from where she stands,hovering over the messy surface of her desk. “Three weeks ago, the two of you were at each other’s throats,” she states.
