I band an arm around her waist in response, holding her body tight to mine and hooking her knees over my own to spread her wide. Flicking her clit a few more times, I slip my fingers out of her tight channel, gripping her hip to hold her in place as Ford moves in closer.
“You got her?” Ford asks me, and I nod as I firm up my grip, excitement buzzing through my veins. This is just the beginning of what’s to come now that she’s our Doll, and I can’t fuckingwaitto keep playing with her.
Ford looks at Ava with a challenge in his eyes as he leans in, as if he’s daring her to tell him to stop. “Relax, Ava baby,” he drawls, his voice taking on that smooth, taunting quality that seems to drive her wild. “You’ll thank me later.”
She gasps as he lifts his butterfly knife, whimpering some unintelligible objection as he lowers it between her legs. Slipping the blade beneath the fabric of her panties, he starts cutting them away.
I swear this girl gets off on fear. Ava’s heart is pounding, her breath coming out in short pants as Ford tosses away the shredded cotton and dives right in. She shudders violently the second his mouth makes contact, her hands flying up to wrap around my neck from behind, bracing herself for his onslaught.
“See?” I tease as Ford licks a long, slow line along her pussy, swirling his tongue around her clit. “You’ve got aKingon his knees. Look how good it is to be our Doll.”
Ava struggles for a moment longer, biting down on her lip and gasping for air, but the more Ford works his mouth on her, the harder it is for her to keep up the pretense. Her head falls back, resting against my shoulder, and I can’t resist leaning in to whisper filthy things in her ear as he drives her to the brink of ruin.
“Does it feel good, Ava?” I breathe, grinding my erection against her ass as I lick and nip at the side of her neck.
She lets out a broken whimper, Ford chuckling softly against her before pushing two fingers inside and taking her clit between his lips.
Raf suddenly shoves up from the couch in the living room with a grunt, stomping off down the hall toward his bedroom.He’s only hurting himself by being so damn stubborn–the dude’s missing a hell of a fucking show. I’ve got a front-row seat, and I’m captivated by the way Ava’s completely lost to it. Lost tous. Her skin glistens under the lights as I run my hands up her thighs, over the swell of her tits, around her neck as she arches her back and gives in.
“Come for us, Doll,” I murmur, feeling her body tense as her orgasm barrels down on her.
She buries her face into my shoulder to muffle the helpless sounds that spill from her mouth as she comes undone, trembling and writhing on my lap as Ford laps up her release. He doesn’t stop until she’s limp in my arms, and even then, he takes his time before getting to his feet and wiping his mouth off with the back of a tattooed hand. He gives Ava a pointed look as he lifts his knife, flipping it shut in one swift motion.
“If you wanna return the favor, you know where to find me,” he says, winking at her as he slips the knife into his pocket and turns to head for his room.
CHAPTER 34
AVA
The Kings’world bleeds into me in ways I don't expect. Just shy of a week into becoming their Doll, and I’ve already grown accustomed to having three permanent bodyguards constantly in my space, ordering me around like their goddamn servant. In turn, the other students on campus are suddenly eager to serveme, rushing to hold open doors and sending me to the front of the line at the coffee cart. They’re all so friendly now, so annoyingly enthusiastic to get to know me.
They’re all fake. Their sudden interest is in the necklace I’m wearing, not in me as a person. I’m under no illusion that the Kings are decent men, but they’re the only ones here who aren’t pretending. They may be monsters, but at least they own that shit, for better or for worse.
I hate how comfortable I’ve become with my trio of tormentors. Yesterday morning, I found myself looking forward to stepping out of Sutton Hall and finding Ford puffing on a cigarette, hitting me with a sly, ‘Hey, Ava baby’. Later in the afternoon, I almost enjoyed the little spat Wes and I had on our way to class. Even walking silently beside Raf is starting to feel like something I might actuallywant, and the fact that I’mgrowing complacent in this role is a huge red flag that I can’t ignore.
It’s not supposed to be this way. I should hate them; hate all of this. I should be finding ways to bring the Kings down, not trotting up to Raf like an excited puppy as he demands that we leave for class. I’m firmly caught in a web of their making, and the only person I truly hate right now is myself for the way I’ve given in.
The four of us coordinate leaving Sutton Hall together like we have every morning since I became their Doll. Ford’s waiting outside when Raf and I exit the building, leaning back against the brick with a cigarette hanging from his lips. He tosses it away and pushes off from the wall as we step out, grinning when we lock eyes.
“Good morning, Ava baby,” he predictably croons, tossing me a wink.
I try to cut him my best glare, but at this point, it’s more for show than anything else. He knows it, too, grinning back at me like the smug bastard he is.
Wes joins us next, striding toward the dorms from the direction of the quad with a coffee cup in each hand. I roll my eyes as he hands one over, but I can’t deny the flicker of thrill that runs through me when our fingers brush.
Everything’s so different now that I’m their Doll, and I’m still not sure whether that’s a good or a bad thing.
Wes passes the other coffee off to Raf, the Kings flanking me as we start walking. They’re parading me through campus like a trophy once again, but the strangest thing about it is how little I mind. All eyes follow us, our fellow students eating up the spectacle as if we’re celebrities. They keep their distance, parting like water as we move through, and I see it in their eyes– the awe, the fear, the respect that was never there before. It’sdizzying, this shift in how they look at me. Like I’m something more than I am.
Special. Powerful.
It’s a dangerous, intoxicating feeling.
We pass a group of girls huddling close, whispering and casting wary glances in our direction. I realize why when I spot Chelsea on the periphery, and for a second, I almost feel bad at how pitiful she looks, stuck on the outside looking in. I hold her gaze longer than I should, but she breaks first, turning away and scuttling down the nearest path. Seeing her retreat like that feels way better than it should, and I can’t help but wonder if the Kings’ cruelty is starting to rub off on me, too.
When we reach the center of the quad, Wes heads off to grab another coffee for himself, stepping right to the front of the line to place his order. Ford snags another cigarette from the pack in his jacket pocket and lights it, blowing a thin stream of smoke my way when he catches me watching, winking again. I act like I hate it, as well as the stupid smirk that slips across his handsome face after, but now I’m the one lying.
“See you later, Ava baby,” he drawls, veering off down an intersecting path to head to class. The other students scramble to get out of his way, terrified of the dark shadow sweeping toward them.
