26. Olivia

Olivia

A s a sex slave, I don’t care if I am watched while I have to fuck men, but this time is different. He is here. Watching me. Hearing me moan for another. I shouldn’t care. Yet I do. After all, he had been my first love, the man to whom I gave my heart. The man whom I wanted to be my first and last. My everything. He abandoned me when I most needed him. I hate him.

My eyes collide with his turquoise ones. They are as beautiful as ever. Probably the reason why I had fallen for him in the first place. A family trait he once told me. Most of those born into his family have turquoise eyes.

He hates me, too. It’s more than that. He loathes me. Jasper opens all the buttons of my shirt, revealing my tits and his eyes don’t fill with lust as they once did, but with disgust. My body disgusts him. I disgust him .

Once, I wanted to marry him. He was my entire world. And I know he loved me, too. How did we end up like this? When did everything change?

Was it at that party Camila and I went to? I should have stayed home. If I had, would things be different today?

Ansel pushes his fingers full of my cum into my mouth and he clenches his jaw.

I need to stop thinking. I need drugs, alcohol, anything that will make me forget. Then I will fuck Ansel and Jasper and anyone else they want without a care in the world.

“Eyes on me,” Ansel orders me and I drag my gaze to him while I suck his fingers clean. “Jasper, get that dick inside her pussy.”

“Can we talk about Alma and what she just saw?” Rueben asks.

Ansel runs his fingers over my tongue. “Why are we even thinking about Alma when we have our girl wet and ready to be fucked?”

“Did you forget Alma just threw a glass at Jasper and that she left a phone for the bitch?” Tyson inquires.

“Olivia,” Ansel corrects Tyson. “Jasper, think you can fuck Olivia or not?”

Jasper gets up from the chair and unzips his pants. “Pussy is what I need right now. It will cure any wounds that I have.”

Ansel removes my shirt.

“If that is settled, let’s fill her with cum.” Ansel slaps my clit with his free hand, making me gasp.

Jasper sits back in his chair and pulls me into his lap, my back to him, my legs on either side of his thighs, his hands on my hips. I brace myself for him to enter me roughly, but his right hand slides between my legs and his fingers tease my entrance before pushing three digits inside me. Just like the rest of him, his fingers are big, and my pussy stretches to accommodate them.

“Oh, fuck,” Jasper rasps. “Good thing I thought about preparing your pussy, because I don’t think you can handle me.” A fourth finger enters me, making me whimper. “Because once I am inside you, I won’t hold back and your poor little pussy will be bruised for days.”

“Of course, she can handle you. Her body craves our cocks,” Ansel says. “You should have seen how hard her pussy was gripping my dick last night,” he wraps his free hand around my neck and moves his finger fast inside my mouth, fucking it, “and how she was mewling when she came, her juices dripping on the bed.”

“You did fuck her!” Jasper sounds shocked. Ansel grins but doesn’t reply. “What kind of blood-brother are you? Using your kink to hide that you were screwing her.” Ansel’s grin turns even wider. “Well, my turn. All day long.”

“You want to breed her or something?” Mose chuckles.

Ansel’s gaze goes to my stomach. “Imagine her pregnant with our child.”

My stomach drops. Why mention something that won’t ever happen?

“Are you really fucking her?” Tyson growls, his eyes turning red with anger.

“Oh, I want to fuck her until my DNA is part of her. Until our spirits become one,” Jasper replies.

After fingering me a few more seconds, Jasper pulls out his fingers, grabs my hips and positions himself to my entrance. Fuck! The head of his dick is impossibly big and Jasper has to force his way inside me, making me whimper in pain. It hurts. More of him enters me. I clench my muscles around him, hoping it will make him cum fast.

Mose moves close and looks at my pussy. I wiggle my hips, trying to make this easier for me, but my pussy keeps clenching around Jasper. It would be easier if my body would relax so that Jasper could slide in easily, especially since I am wet, but the opposite happens and I tense up, my pussy strangling his cock.

“Fuck! If you do that again, I will bend you over the table and fuck you so hard you won’t walk for days,” Jasper growls. His hands go to my tits, fondling them roughly.

I wince internally, not wanting to even think how bad it will hurt when Jasper tears into me if he does as he says.

Ansel squeezes my neck. “Look into my eyes while Jasper stretches your tight pussy, impaling you on his dick.”

My eyes are fixed on Ansel’s, his gaze flashing scarlet as more of Jasper’s cock enters me. Will I be able to take all of him? I put my hands on Ansel’s shoulders, my nails digging into his muscles.

Ansel pulls his fingers out of my mouth and kisses me. “You are so beautiful,” he murmurs against my lips.

No. I am ugly. Inside and outside. A broken woman who only serves to be fucked and used and beaten by men.

“Fuck. She is so tight, I am afraid I’ll hurt her,” Jasper says.

“Then pull out if your cock doesn’t fit,” Tyson grumbles. “No need to fuck her if she’s in pain.”

How does he know? Is it that obvious? But I am good at hiding it, at putting on a mask and hiding behind it. Or at least, that’s what I think.

Ansel snorts. “Now you care? After you fucking tortured her?”

“I had my reasons! But I never forced a woman to open her legs for me so I could fuck her if she didn’t want to. Can’t you see the bitch is in pain? That she doesn’t want to be fucked?”

Jasper stops moving. “Olivia?” He sounds concerned.

“No one is forcing her to do anything, right?” Ansel says as he studies my face. I nod quickly. “Let Jasper in,” he orders me. “I want you to enjoy this.”

How can I enjoy something that hurts?

Turquoise eyes watch me. I don’t want his pity.

“I am trying, but I don’t know how,” I whisper.

Ansel’s warm hands frame my face. “Take a deep breath. Good. Like that. Focus on how good Jasper and I are trying to make you feel. Focus on what’s between you and me.”

The bond he means.

I do as Ansel tells me and I turn my focus on the bond and push back the pain, feeling how much Ansel wants me and…loves me? No, that can’t be…. I tense even more until I feel his desire to protect me. I might not trust Ansel, but the bond always reveals the truth. Ansel’s eyes turn scarlet once more and he gazes at me with fondness.

It’s been a long time since someone looked at me like that. But why would a man looking for a woman with a pure heart to anchor himself to want me? Growls rise from his chest and I put my hand against his cheek. Is it that he feels the darkness inside me and he is not scared of it?

A few deep breaths later and I find myself relaxing and my pussy stops clenching Jasper’s cock.

Ansel’s hands go from my face to my hips and he pushes me down on Jasper’s long erection.

“Good girl,” Ansel praises me when I take Jasper’s entire cock inside me. It hurts, but not as bad as I thought.

“Fuck! Look how much her pussy stretched to let Jasper in,” Mose swears as he opens his fly and wraps his fingers around his dick.

Ansel lifts my hips until Jasper’s cock is almost out of me, then slams me back down. “How does it feel?” he asks me while he bounces me up and down Jasper’s hard erection—his piercings hit the right spots inside me and moans of pleasure are ripped from my lips. Jasper rolls my nipples between his fingers and when Mose bends over and rubs my clit, all the pain I felt before turns into pleasure. Last night was good, but now? It feels like I will suddenly combust. I’ve never had three guys at once touching me with the purpose of making me feel good.

I mumble something, making Ansel and Jasper chuckle. My nails dig deep into Ansel’s shoulders.

“See how she is mewling like a little kitten?” Ansel asks. “And if you still don’t believe me, look at how she is clawing at my back.”

I am what?

I try to look at my hands, but my gaze goes to him and… he is furious. And when I moan? He bares his teeth and for one moment, I think he will attack his blood-brothers. I don’t understand him. Why does he act like he is jealous when he hates me?

“Eyes only on me!” Ansel snarls and my gaze goes to him.

Rueben narrows his eyes. “Can you not fuck the Diseased Cunt in the kitchen?”

“Your room then?” Ansel suggests.

Rueben runs his hand through his hair. “What the fuck are you trying to do here?”

Ansel’s right hand goes to my chin and he runs his thumb over my bottom lip before pushing it inside my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it while my hands go to his hair. “Fuck her, love her, and everything else between.” He grabs my hair with his left hand and pulls me in for a kiss.

My eyes close and I get lost in the kiss, not wanting to think of anything except how good Ansel’s lips feel. How good Jasper feels inside me. I never thought I could enjoy being fucked, yet here I am.

Jasper grabs my hips and fucks me hard. The sound of flesh over flesh is louder than the blood roaring in my ears.

He is watching how another man is fucking me. How other men are making me feel good.

I shouldn’t think about him, not when Jasper is inside me. Not when I hate him . Not when he abandoned me. Not after what he did to me.

I use the bond to anchor myself to Ansel. To forget. To bury myself deep inside my head. To enjoy being fucked.

Mose slaps my pussy a few times before grabbing my tits and squeezing them together until my nipples touch each other. “Fuck! Look how amazing your boobs are. And big enough to do this.” His mouth closes around my nipples and he sucks and bites them.

“Love her?” Tyson asks in disbelief. “Love this fucking treacherous snake? I think the fuck not.”

“If you don’t, someone else will. She will make a perfect bonded. Can’t you see how submissive she is? Where will we ever find another like her?” Jasper grunts as he fucks me hard.

“Are you going to ignore the fact that she killed Camila?” Tyson snarls.

Why does he bring up Camila right now?

“Bonded?” Rueben chokes on the word. “She will never be our bonded. I would rather kill her right now than let this madness go on.”

Tears burn my eyes and Ansel strokes my cheek with his knuckles, soothing me while his lips keep moving on top of mine. Yanking his lips away from me, he confronts Rueben, “You might be the leader, but your demon isn’t the strongest one here.”

Power like I have never felt before ripples through Ansel, making me scared. How strong is he?

Jasper’s breathing turns heavy. “That’s right.” He fucks me faster, harder. “My demon,” he slams me down on his cock, his piercings rubbing against my inner walls, making me sob with pleasure, “is the strongest one.” Shivers run across my skin and I feel like melting until I become one with Jasper. “Harm her again and,” he growled, “and I will take on the lead.”

Mose lets go of my left tit, his hand going to my clit and white spots appear in front of my eyes. The pleasure is so overwhelming tears run down my face.

Tyson takes a step forward, a knife in his hand. “You are hurting her, you fucking animal.”

“On the contrary,” Ansel says. “She is having the time of her life.”

I am.

Mose lets go of my nipples. “So you have no problem with torturing, but when it comes to raping, that’s where you draw your line?”

“Everyone has to have a code,” Tyson growls.

Hypocrite.

I put my head against Jasper’s shoulder. “Make me come.”

Jasper smiles. “As many times as you want.”

We kiss before I lean forward, place my hands on Jasper’s thighs and I ride him, bouncing my ass up and down, panting hard. I should hate being fucked, but right now, I am the one fucking Jasper. And I love it. Maybe because I am in control, maybe because it feels so good.

I don’t know anymore.

Mose slaps my tits.

“Mother of God! Look how stunning she is,” Ansel whistles. “How does she feel?” he asks Jasper.

Without hesitation, Jasper says, “Perfect,” and smacks my ass.

I yelp while I keep moving until my entire body starts to shake.

He growls.

Our gazes collide.

His eyes turn red, something vicious lurking behind them. Screw him. He doesn’t get to abandon me and then be angry about me fucking his blood-brothers.

Jasper put his hand between my legs and slaps my clit several times before rolling it between his fingers.

And I come. Hard. Loud. Screaming Jasper’s name. Ansel’s name. Mose’s name. One by one.

He stiffens.

Jasper comes, painting my insides with his cum. “Holy shit,” he pants as he leans his forehead against my shoulder, “your pussy is fucking magical.”

I tear my gaze from him and look at Ansel. He looks so pleased with me. Watching my reflection in his brown eyes, I realize I always want to see Ansel like this—happy with me. Except for that incident in the forest, he has never been abusive to me. He presses his lips to me. “Good girl. Now, take care of Mose. Look how hard he is.”

Mose stands in front of me, his pants lowered, his throbbing cock close to my face. I wrap my fingers around him, Jasper still inside me, and I ask, “How may I please you, my Lord?”

Mose laces his fingers through my long hair. “Suck me.” I part my lips and I am about to take his cock in my mouth when he says, “Look at me. I want to see how your eyes fill with tears and saliva dribbles down your chin when you choke on my cock.”

I allow myself to look at Mose. Until now, I really haven’t, not knowing if he would get angry if I dared do so, so I preferred to look at his chest. I know Mose is Asian. Korean, from what I heard, and he is very good looking. His hair is long, and he has it in a messy bun. While the others prefer to be clean shaven, Mose has a short beard. If I didn’t know he was a Lord, I would have easily mistaken him for a K-drama actor.

Tyson snorts before putting the knife on the table and snatching away the phone Alma left for me. “Magical pussy, my ass,” he says and leaves.

“Don’t complain when her ‘magical’ cunt gives all of you several diseases,” Rueben sneers and goes after Tyson.

Even after Maddox cleared me, Rueben and Tyson still think I have STDs.

I let go of Mose’s dick. “You can use a condom if that makes you feel better.”

Mose grabs my hand and moves it back to his cock. “Tyson and Rueben are being jerks. I know you are clean. As for your question, don’t rush. It’s a blowjob, not a marathon.”

Most men—

I am not at the Celestial Heaven right now.

Ansel forbade me to think of all those who have used me for their pleasure.

I slowly move my hand up and down Mose’s length. He is as big as Ansel, so I won’t have problems handling him. Not that I gave Ansel a blowjob, but after I had Jasper down my throat, I am sure I can handle any dick, no matter how big it is.

Mose has two curved piercings on either side of the head of his dick, apart from the round one Jasper and Ansel also have. While Jasper and Ansel have more piercings on the underside of their dicks, Mose has two on his scrotum.

I stick my tongue out and slowly lick him from the base to the tip, tracing veins, my eyes holding his brown gaze. Mose hisses and says something in Korean. I repeat my movements several times before taking him in my mouth and gently sucking him while I cup his balls.

“Like that,” Mose growls.

Jasper plays with my tits while Ansel wraps a hand around my neck and grabs my hair with the other and pushes my head down, forcing me to take all of Mose’s cock down my throat.

“Don’t spoil my fun,” Mose growls at Ansel, but when I swallow and tighten my throat around him, he throws his head back. “Oh, fuck. Do more of that.”

I oblige him. I gently pull on his balls while I move my tongue against his cock before swallowing.

“I am so not going to last,” Mose hisses.

“Is she that good?” Ansel asks, curious.

“She took all my cock down her throat like a pro. She is the best,” Jasper praises me before kissing my back.

It is a strange thing to be proud of, but I beam, knowing that I am making the guys happy.

I put more effort into making Mose feel good. I suck and lick him slowly and even gag on it until he comes into my mouth, and I drink every drop of his cum before showing him my empty mouth. “Delicious,” I say and I clean my bottom lip with my tongue.

Mose kisses my lips before taking a few steps back and tucking himself in his pants while keeping his eyes on me. “Your skill needs to be rewarded. Tell me what you want to eat, and I will make it for you.”

“How come you never make my favorite food?” Jasper complains.

Mose laughs. “Because you don’t have Olivia’s mouth.”

Jasper mumbles something under his breath and I swear I heard him say, “I could,” making me wonder if he likes guys as well.

Ansel stands in front of me. “Honey, I am so hard for you it hurts.”

I run my hand over his erection. “Do you want me to take care of you as well?” I ask. Before he can reply, I cup him through his pants. “Do you want me to play with your balls?”

“Yes,” he says hoarsely.

The bond lets me know how much he enjoys my words.

I open his fly and his cock springs free. My hand wraps around it and I kiss it, his flesh throbbing beneath my lips. “Where else do you want me to kiss you?” I whisper.

Jasper gently rubs my clit.

Ansel lifts up his sweater, revealing hard muscles. “Yes,” he groans.

I kiss him across the abdomen, following his happy trail and playfully nipping at his skin, making him hiss. My eyes hold his gaze and when it turns black with lust, I feel powerful. I am doing this to him. It is a strange feeling, but I like it.

“Olivia,” Ansel raps. I press my lips to his skin again and again. “You are making me lose my control.”

Mose watches me with hunger in his eyes, but I focus only on pleasuring Ansel. Men might be strong but a woman can use her charms to make them fall to their knees. Or so other pornais from the Celestial Heaven claimed. For a moment, I envision him on his knees in front of me, but I push it away, not wanting him to get between Ansel and me.

My lips return to Ansel’s cock. “How do you want me to suck you, my Lord?”

“I just want to fuck your pretty mouth,” Ansel says and puts his thumbs at the corners of my mouth, pulling my lips apart.

Jasper rubs my clit faster and when I moan, Ansel shoves his cock inside my mouth. When his dick hits the back of my throat, making my eyes water, he snarls, “Take it, you little cum slut.”

Ansel keeps hitting the back of my throat, and instinctively, I place my hands on his thighs.

“Jasper, grab her hands,” Ansel says.

Jasper pins my arms behind my back and grabs my wrist with one hand while, with the other, he grabs my neck and holds me in place. Ansel pulls his cock from my mouth and hits me across the face with it. Grabbing my jaw between his strong fingers, he sneers, “Mose might like his cock to be worshipped, but mine is to destroy mouths.”

He spits in my mouth before shoving his cock back in, then pulling out, spitting again and repeating several times before grabbing my hair, splitting it into two sections, wrapping it around his palms, and proceeding to fuck my mouth hard.

“Oh, Honey, your mouth feels amazing,” he groans when the tip of my nose is smashed against his abdomen. “Use your throat to make me come.”

I look up at him, tears spilling down my cheeks, and I tighten my pipes around him and then relax. Tighten. Relax. Again and again and again until Ansel shoots rope after rope of cum down my throat.

“Good girl,” he praises me and kisses my forehead after pulling out of my mouth.

“That was hot as fuck,” Mose says. “Next time, we should use some toys. Even do some double penetration. It’s been a long time since we fucked a woman like that.”

Ansel fixes his clothes. “I will make sure her ass is stretched and ready for use.”

Double penetration. My last experience with it, at Malaky’s house, was horrible. But maybe it will be different this time.

“Can I go clean myself?” I ask.

Ansel lifts me up in his arms. “Allow me,” he says as he takes me to Jasper’s room. After putting me on top of the bed, he goes to the bathroom. “Are you sore?”

I blink. “A bit.”

“I will prepare the bathtub and add some coconut oil to the water. It should help.”

When he returns to the room, naked, my breath catches in my throat. I haven’t realized how handsome Ansel is until now.

Stopping in front of me, he runs a finger across my neck and says, his tone serious, “I should add my mark on your skin as well.”

He pushes me onto the bed, the sheets cold against my back, and he gets on top of me and interlaces our fingers.

“Why bond with me?” I ask, wanting to know why he would do something so stupid.

His next words take me by surprise.

“Because I love you.”

He loves me?

A lie.

Words that mean nothing.

Words that I don’t believe.

Ansel bites my neck hard, drawing blood. Despite just coming minutes ago, I feel him getting hard, and I wrap my legs around his waist. And when he enters me? I chant his name while he fucks me slowly. Gently. He feels better than Jasper. Maybe because I don’t have to worry that he will hurt me and my body can fully relax so I can enjoy being with him.

Look at me now. Who would have thought that I could feel good while being fucked? That I would moan like crazy? Who would have thought I would ever like to be with men? That’s not right. I only enjoy being with Ansel, Mose, and Jasper.

Ansel lifts his head and looks into my eyes. I feel vulnerable. I need him to be rough, not fuck me like this…whatever this is. But it feels so right.

“This is the first time I’ve made love with someone,” he whispers into my ear, before pressing his lips to the mark he left on my neck. “You are mine, Olly. If you are with Jasper or Mose, it’s only because I allow it. Because I want to give you something you’ve never had—happiness.”

A lone tear runs down my cheek.

I want to believe him but there is no hope left for me.

The scar on my abdomen burns, reminding me why I will never be happy again. Why I don’t deserve to be happy.

“Cum for me,” he says against my skin.

I shake my head. “It will take me a while. It’s alright. You can go ahead and finish.”

“Ladies first.”

Ansel continues to fuck me, to make love to me, while he kisses me and his hands run all over my body. When my body finally reaches that high peak of pleasure, and my nails dig into his back while I moan, Ansel gazes down at me.

The bond tugs at my heart. At the fabric of my soul. What if Ansel cares? What if I am safe now?

The darkness inside me spreads even more, gripping my heart just as Ansel groans my name as he comes deep inside me.

Excruciating pain radiates from every pore of my body and I press my lips to Ansel’s mouth. My vision turns blurry. I let out a loud scream before I pass out.