I focus in on Richelle, narrowing my eyes. “Leave.”
She immediately scrambles off her bed, clutching her book to her chest protectively and slinking past us to exit the room. Ford snaps his teeth at her as she passes him and she flinches back with a little yelp, practically diving into the hallway. He chuckles to himself in amusement as he and Wes step inside behind me and close the door, flipping the lock into place.
Ava shoots to her feet from her desk chair, looking fucking terrified, and I take a mental picture of that expression on her face, drinking in her fear like oxygen.
“What part about belonging to us do you fail to understand?” I ask, my voice a low, menacing monotone.
She shakes her head, soft strands of chestnut hair swishing around her face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I cock my head in question as I take a step toward her. “No? Maybe we should remind you, then,” I say, gesturing to Wes.
He picks up on my signal, moving toward Ava and showing her the photo on his phone screen. The color drains from her face when she sees it, but then she jerks her gaze back over to me, seemingly shoring up her confidence as she folds her arms across her chest and lifts her chin.
“So?” she asks, arching a brow.
My fists clench at my sides and I draw a deep breath in through my nose, exhaling slowly. “So, did you really think you could jump on some other dude’s cock and it’d go unpunished?” I snarl, the shadows bleeding into the edges of my vision. “You’reours,slut. We fuckingownyour ass.”
Ava snorts a wry laugh, rolling her eyes. “God forbid I hang out with someone who’s actually nice, right?”
My body practically vibrates with rage in response to her smart-ass retort. I draw another deep breath, reminding myself that I’m in control here. “That’s not your choice to make,” I snap, rapidly losing my cool. “You’re Kings property. You don’t get to go around whoring yourself out to other guys on this campus.”
“Excuse you, but I can do whatever I want, with whoever I want!” Ava interrupts, suddenly finding her backbone.
I’ve gotta admit, it’s a surprise to see her this self-assured after all the work we’ve put into breaking her down thus far. Guess it only means we’ll have to work harder to get her to come to heel.
“If I want to fuck somebody else…”
“The fuck did you just say?” I cut in, taking a menacing step in her direction.
She has the good sense to slink back, whether consciously or not, but then that defiant confidence comes right back as she straightens her posture and lifts her chin.
“Isaid, if I want to have sex with somebody, then that’smychoice to make, not any of yours.”
My vision darkens, the shadows rushing in. “Hold her down, boys,” I command darkly.
Ava’s eyes widen in fear, but she doesn’t even have a chance to blink before Wes and Ford are on her, grabbing her by the arms and hauling her over to her bed. They toss her onto the mattress, pinning her down on either side as I approach her flailing form and kick her legs apart with a knee, planting myself between them.
“What are you doing?!” Ava shrieks, her voice shrill with panic.
I don’t give her an explanation. She doesn’t deserve one, not after stepping out with some other guy, then deliberately baiting me when she was confronted with that photo. Truthfully, she deserves far worse than what I’m about to do.
I shove her skirt up her thighs, yanking her ugly cotton panties down to expose her bare pussy. I already confirmed she’s every bit the blushing virgin she claims to be that night in the boathouse loft, but after seeing that photo and hearing her declaration that she can fuck whoever she wants, I just have tomake sure. Because her virginity was supposed to be mine to take.
It has nothing to do with wanting to touch her again.
I run the tip of my index finger along her slit to part her lips, then push it inside her opening, Ava releasing a breathy gasp at the abrupt intrusion. With my eyes glued to her face, I gently move my digit, watching her expression of shame and rage as my fingertip brushes against her internal barrier.
An unexpected wave of relief washes over me at the realization that she’s still intact.
“I told you this was mine,” I growl lowly, lingering inside her for a beat longer than necessary. Her inner walls clamp down around my finger as I continue stroking, pumping in and out a few times.
Fear must turn her on, because she’s fuckingsoaked. My digit glides out with ease as I pull my hand back, wiping it off on the leg of my jeans. A tear slides down her temple and Ford reaches out to capture it with the pad of his thumb, bringing it to his lips and licking it away. Sick fuck.
“Alright, turn her over,” I sigh, resisting the urge to bring my fingers to my nose to see if her pretty little cunt smells half as good as it feels.
“What?! No!” Ava screams in objection, struggling against Ford and Wes as they attempt to flip her onto her stomach. “Raf, please! You can’t!” she begs, and I lean over her with a laugh, grabbing her by the chin and staring into her eyes.
“You think I’d actually fuck you?” I taunt, drinking in her fearful expression like an addict searching for his next hit. “Youdisgustme.”
