33. Olivia

Olivia

S cared that Rueben will hurt Levi, I yank my hand free and insert myself between the two of them. Rueben can punish me all he wants, but I don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me, especially Levi. If I’ve survived a lot of injuries without going to the hospital, I’m pretty sure I can endure whatever Rueben will do to me.

“I was going to take her away from you and your shitty blood-brothers because she doesn’t deserve to be treated like this.” Levi points at my neck, which is pretty much covered in hickeys and finger marks, because Ansel not only has a cockwarming kink but also a breath play one. “Are you trying to kill her or something?”

When did Levi become so bold? When we were in high school, he couldn’t say two words without stuttering three of them. It might be an exaggeration, but that’s how it was, especially when he was around Camila.

Rueben doesn’t even shift his gaze from Levi. “From the way she was screaming like a banshee last night, I assume she was coming hard on our cocks, but if you don’t believe us, we can always show you.”

Levi’s hand goes to the gun holster he has on his leg.

“Really? You’re going to shoot me in my own damn house?” Rueben asks. “It should be the other way around, especially since we started our claim on her. Rules are rules, but I’m going to let you off the hook this time because I like Rin and I wouldn’t want him biting my head off because I killed you.”

Why do men think that violence is the only way?

Levi narrows his eyes. “Funny you mention rules. You know what the Elders think about abusing women.”

This is getting out of hand.

“How about you check on the horses?” I try to get Rueben out of the kitchen. To Levi, I say, “You should take the lunch I made to Rin and the others.”

It’s like I’m talking to the walls because neither of them listen to me.

“Step aside,” Rueben orders me.

The easiest way for me would be to obey him without any hesitation, just as Carlos and Jason taught me by force, but my body refuses to move.

“No,” I whisper.

Rueben finally looks at me. “No?”

I cringe because I know this will only lead to me being punished. “No,” I repeat myself.

“Despite you killing Camila, I accepted you in my house as long as you obeyed us, but whores like you only learn to be compliant the hard way. Not to mention you were going to leave with Puppy-Eyes.”

Levi’s brow furrows. “Puppy-Eyes?”

“Each time Camila invited you over, the only thing you did was follow the Slutty Nun around like a lost puppy with big, round eyes. If the only way to get it through your stupid skull that you won’t have her is to fuck her in front of you, then so be it,” Rueben growls.

A ‘what’ slips past my lips.

I blink a few times. Did I mishear Rueben? He wants to fuck me!? Hell no! He thinks dicks rot the moment they enter my pussy. No. Nope. Nah. Fuck that. He’s not going to fuck me. Ever.

Rueben takes out his gun. “Get on the chair, your ass facing me.”

I don’t have a choice. I never have a choice. My hands reach out to grab the chair.

Levi tries to grab me but stops in his tracks when Rueben snarls, “Take one single step and Diva will bite your dick off.”

Not wanting to give Rueben more reasons to be even angrier, I quickly do as I’m told and kneel on the chair and grip the back hard.

“Not like that, Slutty Nun,” Rueben clips.

My heart drops. “What did I do wrong?”

“Puppy-Eyes can see your ass. You might have been a slut before, but that shit stopped the moment Ansel bonded you.”

I haven’t told Levi about the bond.

“You are bonded?” Levi sounds surprised. “With Ansel? How the fuck did that happen? You were in love with another.”

I kept the truth about him secret from everyone except Camila. Levi always suspected I was in love with either Rueben or Tyson, but I never confirmed it.

Rueben tsks. “Ah, you planned to steal our woman, but you never stopped to think that we might have started the bonding process?” When Levi doesn’t reply, Rueben keeps talking, “Slutty Nun, turn the chair so you can face Levi and when you come screaming my name, he will know you are our woman.”

Being fucked in front of a group of men was never a problem, but with Levi it’s different. However, if I don’t do as Rueben ordered me, I’m afraid he’ll take Levi to the shed.

I lower my left leg from the chair. Pain shoots through my toes as I press to the floor. I bite my bottom lip before I place my right foot next to the other one, and then slowly, I turn the chair around and get back up on it.

Levi is in front of the chair. He looks at me with pity. A lump forms in my throat. I don’t want his pity. I hate when men look at me like I’m worth something, but then they do nothing to help me.

Rueben steps behind me and runs the cold barrel of his handgun across my thighs. Goosebumps appear all over my skin. My heart races in my chest. Is he going to shoot me? It would be too easy, too quick.

It seems that Levi reads my mind because he asks, “What the fuck are you planning to do with that gun?”

Rueben fists my hair and forces me to look at Levi. “Fuck her with it.”

My mind goes blank. Many things have been done to me, but I’ve never been fucked with a gun. It shouldn’t be painful…but what if Rueben accidentally shoots me?

Why am I suddenly scared? Maybe because I don’t want to keep living like this.

The barrel of the gun keeps running across my skin, slowly approaching my pussy before disappearing down my thigh.

“You’re crazy,” Levi says.

Rueben chuckles. “Nah, but you lack imagination.” To me, he says, “Is this the guy you want to run away with? I bet all he does in bed is boring vanilla sex.” Vanilla sex sounds good to me. Of course, I don’t say that out loud. Rueben keeps talking. “But did Puppy-Eyes tell you he and his blood-brothers want a virgin as their bonded?”

Levi’s preferences when it comes to women are not my concern because things are not like that between us.

“Look, I get it. If I knew you guys started bonding with her, I would have never proposed to take her away from here,” Levi tries to explain.

The gun returns to my pussy and the barrel runs between my folds, probing my entrance before sliding down my leg. “So you only wanted a quick fuck after we specifically said she is our woman? Just because she was a pornai before, it doesn’t mean she can keep whoring herself after we graciously took her in.” Rueben’s tone is so cold it makes me wonder what he is really planning to do to me.

The back door opens.

I swallow hard. My eyes refuse to leave Levi’s.

Please, don’t let it be Tyson.

Please.

Please!

“Just in time, Ty,” Rueben says.

I close my eyes. Of course, it has to be Tyson.

“In time for what?” Tyson asks.

“To teach the Slutty Nun what happens when she tries to run away with Puppy-Eyes. I caught them right in time,” Rueben replies.

“It wasn’t like that. I thought Olivia was being abused by you guys and told her to come with me, but she refused to leave,” Levi tries to explain what really happened.

“Right. And that’s why I found you holding hands and gazing at each other like a Hallmark cheesy couple who think they’re in love,” Rueben mocks Levi.

Each time Rueben opens his mouth, he escalates things. Why does he always have to jump to the wrong conclusions?

Heavy footsteps approach me and stop next to me. Fuck. If I was in deep shit before, now it’s even worse.

Strong fingers grab my face. “Open your fucking eyes.” I do so and Tyson’s gaze meets me. “No matter how many chances you are given, you are still a fucking whore!”

“Don’t talk to her like that!” Levi snaps at Tyson. “How can you claim she is a whore when she was fucking raped for years!?”

Tyson laughs. “That’s what she told you?”

“Yes,” Levi replies.

Rueben snorts. “And you believe her? Did she also tell you she was wearing a man’s ring on her finger when she went down on three guys and sucked them until they came all over her face before they took turns fucking her? She also claimed she wanted to be a virgin on her wedding night. Now she says she was raped? Fucking bullshit!”

He knows what I did that night during the party. That explains a lot. I should have realized it sooner but…I wished with all my heart he never found out. Although, by the way he reacted, how he spoke to me… Why did it take me so long to realize it?

Because I never wanted him to see me on my knees in front of other men.

Levi looks at me but the shame I feel has me close my eyes.

“Olivia, is that true?” Levi asks.

My mouth turns dry. Rueben shoves the gun inside me and slowly fucks me with it. I can’t reply. I don’t want to reply to such a question. What will Levi think of me when he finally finds out how disgusting I am?

“Open your eyes, bitch, and answer your ‘boyfriend’s’ question,” Tyson demands.

Tears pool in my eyes and I slowly open them, my gaze blurry. “Yes.”

A shocked expression appears on Levi’s face. I have lost the only friend I had left.

Rueben swirls the barrel of the gun inside me. “Tell Puppy-Eyes what you did the night you became a cheating whore.”

My chin trembles. Levi looks at me. “I let Jason’s friends fuck my mouth before they put their dicks between my thighs… and… they… until they came… down my legs,” I try to explain.

Tyson pets my hair. “So you see, lover boy, all this bitch is good at is lying. You are nothing special to her.”

I whimper and Tyson takes out his gun, removes the safety, and shoves the barrel into my mouth.

Do it, pull the damn trigger, and end everything , I want to scream at Tyson. But when he starts fucking my mouth with his gun, I know what he’s trying to do—terrorize me with the idea that he will kill me. Except dying is not scary. Living is.

“And getting fucked. Don’t forget about that,” Rueben adds and he pushes the gun deeper inside me. “You know another fucked up thing?” he asks Levi. “Her cunt is dripping wet while she has two guns inside her.”

I can’t even deny it because despite me not wanting to be touched by Rueben and Tyson, my body responds to what is done to me by them.

“Lover boy, give me the beer bottle from the counter,” Tyson orders Levi.

My stomach drops because I know what Tyson wants to do with the bottle. Shove it all the way up my ass.

Levi arches an eyebrow. “I’m not your errand boy.”

Tyson puts his finger on the trigger. “Do you want to see how her brain explodes all over the kitchen?”

Levi gives the bottle to Tyson. “Jesus Christ! You’re crazier than a psychopathic moth. No wonder your mother kicked you out.”

Tyson narrows his eyes, his finger pressing more on the trigger. “You told him about my mother?”

I shake my head but I know Tyson won’t believe me.

“It was Camila. She had the courtesy to let me know what a whore your mother was. No wonder you have mommy issues.” Levi is making this entire situation even worse.

“Mommy issues? My only issue is this whore over here and you. But I have the perfect remedy for that.” Tyson gives the bottle to Rueben. “I think her ass needs some attention as well.”

Rueben takes the bottle from Tyson. “It even has some beer left,” he says before pushing the neck of the bottle inside my ass, cold liquid entering me.

My grunt of pain is stopped by the gun that still fucks my mouth. The beer that comes out of the bottle acts like a lubricant and to my horror, the pain is replaced by…pleasure. I don’t want to feel any pleasure, not when Tyson and Rueben are humiliating me in front of Levi, but my body doesn’t obey me. Tears of shame run down my face.

I lower my head, but Tyson grabs my neck with his free hand. “Look at lover boy. I want him to see your face when you come for Rueben and me.”

If that’s what Tyson wants, there isn’t much I can do, but I can rebel against him. I can satisfy him without doing exactly what he wants.

With that in mind, I moan around the barrel inside my mouth while my eyes are fixed on Tyson’s gaze. And when I lick his gun, his eyes turn red, and a low growl emits from his chest.

My moans might be fake, but the way my body reacts is real. My nipples turn to pebbles and my clit pulsates with the need to be touched. Tyson’s hand slips from my neck to my right breast, and he palms it and squeezes it hard before his hand goes even lower until his fingers reach my lower stomach and he presses on my clit, my moans turning from fake to real.

Rueben keeps moving the bottle and the gun inside me, while Tyson fucks my mouth with his handgun, and my body…despite what’s being done to me…ignites and explodes in a million tiny pieces, coming hard.

Tyson removes the gun and brings his face close to mine until his breath fans my lips. Is he going to kiss me? “Good slut,” he says before letting go of me and turning on his heels. “If you want a taste of her body, you can always drink the beer coming out of her ass.”

Levi throws a glance at me. “You all are nasty as fuck,” he says before leaving the house.

A sob rises in my throat but I push it back.

I can’t do this anymore. Despite my promise to Wasp, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t.

“Don’t you understand that you will never be free of my blood-brothers and me?” Rueben snarls in my ear. I nod, letting him know that I do understand. “Go get yourself cleaned up. We are going shopping in a few minutes.”

Mose promised to buy me new clothes but he didn’t have time to do so.

A bathroom is next to the kitchen. I rush to it and get directly into the shower. I don’t even bother getting undressed and let the water wash away my tears, my shame, and the beer coming out of my ass.

Fifteen minutes later, I’m in the back seat of Tyson’s car, watching out the window, planning yet again how to kill myself. Tyson drives fast, and my fingers go to the door’s lock. It would be so easy to open the door and throw myself out of the speeding car, except the lock is broken and someone has to open the door from outside so I can get out.

I lean my head against the window and pretend I’m far away from here, in the meadow, where Camila is waiting for me. Reality and dreams blur together and the pain of losing the one thing that mattered the most to me grows even stronger until my entire body is in agony and I can’t breathe anymore. In moments like these, I need Camila more than I need air.

Tyson and Rueben talk, but I block their voices, not wanting to hear them, not wanting to be here.

When we enter the city, Tyson stops at a fast food place and they leave me locked inside the car while they go to eat. Being alone doesn’t bother me and I let the tears that I have been holding flow down my cheeks and when they return, I quickly clean my face with my shirt.

Tyson throws me a wrapper with something in it. I open it and see a half eaten hamburger. “I thought you might be hungry,” he says. Rueben chuckles as if Tyson just said something funny. Fucking assholes.

I put the wrapper next to me. “I’m good.”

“Such an ungrateful bitch you are,” Tyson says as he starts the car.

I don’t engage with him anymore and keep my eyes on the street as I try to notice what has changed in the city since the last time I was free to roam it as I wished.

It doesn’t take long for Tyson to stop the car again. This time, in front of a thrift store.

“Let’s see if we find something inside here that will make you look less slutty,” Rueben says.