PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

COLTON

“GODDAMN.” I GROAN at the feel of the woman on her knees. My hands tighten in her bleach blond hair, and I suck in a deep breath while my hips lift on their own off the dining room chair where I’m sitting.

My breathing picks up, and the sound of her sucking on my cock fills the formal dining room. She doesn’t gag very often. No, I’ve trained my little slut very well.

Opening my eyes, I look down into her crystal blue ones, and they’re drowning in tears as she stares up at me. Some are already running down her cheeks, smearing her makeup that she painted on before she went out earlier tonight. She may have danced and flirted with other men, but I knew she’d come home to me—she always does—needing to be fucked.

That’s one of the reasons I forced her to live with me. I’ve always got my eye on her.

Giving her hair a little tug, I pull her head off my cock, and she keeps her mouth open and ready for me to violate it some more. “Such a good girl.” I groan, licking my lips.

A line of drool runs down her chin when she sticks her tongue out, waiting impatiently. Releasing her hair with my left hand, I shove three fingers into her mouth, forcing her head back. She blinks rapidly from the invasion as a wave of new tears runs down her pretty face. “You like that, don’t you, princess?”

She tries to nod but can’t, so instead, garbled words come from her.

“Yeah, a dirty slut loves having her mouth full.” Removing my fingers, she sucks in a breath, and I slap her across the face, making her cry out. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it definitely stung. “Say it,” I demand.

She shifts on her knees in her white clubbing dress. It dips low in the front, showing off her impressive tits, and is barely long enough to cover her pussy. I’m going to shred that thing before the night is over with. “Colt—”

I slap her again, cutting her off, and then grip her chin, my other hand still holding her by her hair. She whimpers, and I lean forward, my face inches from hers, and I spit into her mouth. “Say it, princess. Tell me that you’re my good little slut, and that you’ll do anything to please me.”

Some women are stuck-up bitches who don’t like to explore their sexuality. Raylee Lexington Adams isn’t one of them. This woman is pure ecstasy. The fact that I hate her fucking guts makes this even better. Knowing she hates me just as much is icing on the cake.

We are hate sex at its finest.

“I’m your good little slut,” she finally moans, shifting on her knees once again. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

I smile down at her.

“Please?” she begs. Her once red-painted lips are now smeared and open for me again, so I let go of her chin but keep the other in her hair.

“Prove it,” I challenge, sitting back in my chair. Snickering comes from the men sitting around the dining room table to my right, but I ignore them.

Leaning forward, she wraps her lips around the head of my dick once again, and I shove her face down, holding my cock inside her mouth. She shifts on her knees, and I lift my hips again, going deeper. The tightness I feel once I slide down the back of her throat takes my breath away.

Fuck, I want to throw her on her back and fuck her face until I’m coming all over it. But I can’t. Not tonight. I knew she’d come home wet and ready for me. I had a plan. One that will come in handy eventually. I’m all about playing games. Raylee and I have been playing them for years. And I learned very quickly that the only way to win against her is to play the long game.

Releasing her hair, I lift my hands and lock my fingers behind my head, relaxing into my chair while she gasps and spits all over my dick. She looks up at me through watery and matted mascara-coated lashes. A look of utter desperation in her gorgeous blue eyes.

Fuck, she’s absolutely stunning.

My teeth grind at that thought. I hate that about her. How she parades around town with other men. How she knows what to wear to turn me on. And the fact that I can smell her in this house. It’s aggravating, to say the least. I hate this bitch with everything inside me, but even I can’t deny that I want her. That’s what makes this so much worse. That I can’t get enough of her.

“I’m not convinced, princess,” I inform her, making a tsking sound with my tongue and teeth.

Her wrists are tied behind her back with my belt so she can’t use her hands. She’s going to have to show me what her mouth can do. As if I don’t already know.

Her eyes narrow up at me, making them darken, and she bares her perfectly straight white teeth. Good. I want her angry. Because I’m going to humble her real soon.

Laughter grows from the guys to my right, but we both ignore them. She doesn’t care who watches as long as she gets what she wants. Plus, she’s into humiliation and degradation. They turn this slut on.

Taking in a long breath, she lowers her open mouth to my cock and swallows me whole. Her anger making her more determined than ever to get me off. Just another level of our game that she doesn’t have a chance at winning. I lean my head back and close my eyes like before, enjoying how good her hot and wet mouth feels.

Soon, I feel my balls tighten, and I look down to watch. Her head bobs fast, and I’m about to explode down her throat.

With every ounce of willpower I have, I shove her off me. She sprawls onto the floor on her side, and I grip my dick just as I come. Some gets on my jeans, but most of it covers the black marble floor next to her.

I take in a few deep, calming breaths just watching her lie there. She’s gasping, eyes closed, hands still restrained behind her back. Her white party dress has ridden up around her waist, showing me the lace, nude-colored thong that is high up on her hip. I bet if I spread her legs, they’d be soaking wet. Opening her eyes, she pulls her knees up and manages to tuck them underneath her so she can sit up.

I reach out, pushing her matted hair away from her wet face, tucking it behind her ear, allowing her to see. “Look at the mess you made,” I say, pointing at the cum covering the floor in front of her.

She whimpers, her body shaking with need. My princess wants more. A slut is never satisfied.

Leaning forward, I wrap my free hand around her slender neck, feeling her pulse race, and gently kiss the side of her face. She tastes like the ocean—salty—from all the tears she’s cried, and I whisper, “Clean it up.”

Her body trembles while she breathes my name. “Colt—”

“Clean it up!” I order, standing from the chair. I grip her hair and shove her face-first onto the floor next to the cum.

She cries out but then wiggles her body to lie in a more comfortable position, flat on her stomach.

I shift my legs to where I’m standing over her, one boot on either side of her ass that is now showing thanks to her dress. “That’s what sluts do, princess,” I tell her, holding the side of her face to the cold floor while she sniffs. “They clean up their messes. And you’re my good little slut, right?”

She nods the best she can and sucks in a breath.

“Say it.”

“I’m-I’m your good little slut,” she whispers, spit flying from her mouth.

“Now, show me.”

She parts her lips, and her tongue darts out, licking at the cum, smearing it across the floor.

“Good girl,” I praise her, and she whimpers. I let go of her hair and smooth it away from her face. “All of it, princess. Every drop. Clean up your mess.”

I take a few steps back and look down at her. She’s rocking from side to side, her arms fighting being restrained by my belt, with her tongue stretched out as far as it’ll go to lick up the cum, and I smile. Every time I have her like this, it’s a small victory.

Getting an idea, I bend over, grip her thighs, and shove them apart. Then I fall to my knees between them on the floor. “I knew it.” Smiling, I look over the wet spot on her nude underwear. Since her legs are spread, she’s got her ass tilted up off the floor to give me a great view.

I move the thong to the side and run my knuckles over her wet cunt, my mouth watering for a taste. She’s completely shaved. I know she did this thinking she’d get lucky tonight.

“Please?” she begs. The desperation in her voice makes me want to cave and bury my face between her legs to eat her out right here while she licks my cum up off the floor. But I don’t because this is what she does. She’s my slut, not the other way around.

I slap her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. She cries out and tries to get away from me, but there’s nowhere for her to go. “Did I tell you that you were done?” I ask, my palm now rubbing her ass and my fingers digging into the sensitive skin.

Her body shakes, but I hear her softly answer. “No.”

“Then keep licking,” I command. “I want that floor clean, princess.”

I ignore her soft cries as she goes back to what she was doing while my eyes drop back to her pussy. I can’t help myself; I shove a finger into her and bite my tongue to keep from groaning out loud over how wet she is. Don’t want her to hear how much I want her.

Removing it, I stick it in my mouth. “Desperation tastes so good,” I say, pulling it free from my lips.

The boys laugh at the table, and this time, I look over at them. They each sit in their chairs, pushed back from the table to allow them the best view of her. Finn has a joint between his lips, one hand holding the handle of his knife while he twirls the end of the blade against his other palm, watching her lick up my cum. Alex is smoking a cigarette, his eyes glued to her ass up in the air. And Jenks, well, he’s doing what I told him to do. I wait for him to make eye contact, and then I nod at him. He does the same before pocketing his cell.

Looking back down at her glistening cunt, I thrust two fingers into her this time, making her moan. I know she wants more. Raylee likes it rough. I start to fuck her with my fingers, her body rocking back and forth. She whimpers and gasps between sounds of her tongue lapping at the floor like an addict who spilled what little drug she had left and won’t let it go to waste.

Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, and I feel her body stiffen. I remove them, and her body sags the best it can in her position while her panting now fills the silent room. I like to tease her. Make her crawl on her hands and knees while begging for me to fuck her.

I look down at the floor and see that she has cleaned up most of what I gave her. “Good girl.” I smile.

Standing, I grip her bleach blond hair. I yank her to her feet, and she cries out before I toss her onto her back on the formal dining room table, crushing her arms underneath her, making her scream this time.

“Finn, shut her up,” I tell him.

He stands from the chair and removes his belt. “Open wide.” Before she has a chance to follow orders, he’s placing his belt into her mouth, shoving it behind her teeth, and then wrapping it around her head. He ties it off, securing it in place.

I lean over the end of the table, reaching up and running my thumb over her teeth where she bites on the black leather. She’s got cum on her face and in her hair from the floor. She breathes heavily through her nose. I grab the almost see-through material she calls a dress and rip it down the center, exposing her breasts. She isn’t wearing a bra. I’m honestly surprised she was even wearing underwear.

Running my hands up her ribs, I grab her large breasts in my hands and squeeze, making her rock her body back and forth, rattling the table.

Her eyes go from mine to my three friends, and I watch them grow even heavier. I also notice her nipples harden, and she arches her neck. Interesting.

“Who wants a taste?” I ask.

I’ve never let them have a piece of her before. If I’m being honest with myself, I hate the fact that she fucks other men. But I can’t let her know that about me. And this is about my control over her right now, not the other way around.

She’s my fucking toy to use and pass around.

Finn leans down into her face, blowing out a puff of smoke from his joint. She rocks her head back and forth while unintelligible words come from her gagged mouth. Laughing, he answers, “I’d love a piece.”

I lift her knees, placing her black hooker heels on the table, and push her upward so she’s more in the center. “Spread your legs, princess,” I order her, and they fall open. “Such a greedy slut.” I slap her inner thigh, making a loud popping noise.

She arches her back and tries to relieve the pressure off her restrained arms pinned underneath her, but Alex places his hands around her neck, holding her in place at the other end of the table.

I rip her underwear off and shove a finger into her. Pulling it out, I hold it up in front of Finn’s face. He parts his lips, and I push my finger into his mouth. When he closes his lips around it, his eyes grow heavy, and he moans from deep in his throat.

I pull it out and smile, making up my mind. “Remove the belt from her mouth.”

Alex lets go of her neck and undoes the belt, yanking it from her mouth. Placing my hand under her neck, I lift her to sit up and bring her face to mine. She looks like she’s been through a thunderstorm—tears, drool, and cum cover her face and hair. She looks fucking gorgeous.

“You missed some,” I say as I run my finger along her wet cheek, cleaning off some of the cum and smearing it over her plump lips.

She licks them and then opens her mouth, waiting for me.

“Do you want to come?” I ask her, knowing she’d do anything for me to get off right now. I left her on the edge for a reason.

Nodding once, she begs, “Please,” and starts to cry. “Colt, I need it. God please ...”

“Shh,” I say, planting a soft kiss on her forehead and then bringing my eyes to hers again. “You belong to me tonight, understood?”

“But—”

“Let me make this very clear, princess.” I grip her hair and yank her head back while I trail kisses along her jawline. “You are to please them. Only I please you. Understand?” They know how much I hate her, and they also know I’d kill them if they ever touched her behind my back. What can I say? I’m a complicated man.

I claimed her the moment I met her. And everyone in this town knows that. Another reason the men she goes after don’t stay around for very long.

“And then I can come?” she asks, swallowing nervously.

I can’t help but smile and drop my mouth to her exposed neck. “Depends.”

“On what?” she whispers.

I pull back and meet her pretty, hopeful eyes. “If you’re a good girl or not.”

Licking her lips, she nods once. “Always.”

“We’ll see.” Yanking on her hair, I pull her down onto the table and over to the edge on her side. I center her over the left corner with her back facing where I stand. That way, her ass and pussy hang off the edge of the table, and her head almost hangs off the other side. Easy access for all of them.

Finn already put his joint away and has his dick out. By the way he’s looking at her mouth, I guess he’s made up his mind where he’s going.

Alex enters the formal dining room, and I didn’t even realize he had left, but it’s obvious by the canola oil in his hand, he’s going to go for her ass.

Jenks is removing his shirt up and over his head and undoes his jeans before shoving them to his ankles, getting comfortable.

Leaning over her side, I grip the back of her knees and shove them up to her chest, locking them in place with my arm.

“Colt,” she whimpers, her body trying to fight me. Her arms are still tied behind her back. I know she’s uncomfortable. Too bad.

My free hand grabs her hair, and I yank it back, now completely off the side of the table. “Sluts don’t get to choose how they’re fucked, princess.”

Alex and Jenks are placing condoms over their pierced dicks and stepping up to the head of the table to my right, where her ass and cunt hang off. Without any warning, Jenks starts fingering her pretty pink pussy, making her squirm more in my hands.

I lower my mouth to her lips and whisper, “They just take it. And you’re my slut, aren’t you?”

“Y—es,” she cries out, and I don’t have to look to know that Jenks is finger-fucking her.

Alex tosses the canola oil onto the center of the table, where it then rolls off onto the floor. “This might hurt.” He laughs, and I watch him run his fingers over her ass, smearing the oil to get it ready. Once satisfied, he pushes one finger into her.

She moans, her body shaking against mine.

“Make them feel good.” I lean down and kiss her cum-covered face. “You always make me feel so good, princess. It’s their turn.”

Her eyes close tightly, and she stiffens, her legs pushing up against my arm. “Relax, just relax and take it.” Alex groans. “I know you like to have your ass fucked.”

“Oh,” she cries out. “God—”

Finn grabs her face and tilts her head up off the table while his free hand shoves two fingers into her mouth, shutting her up.

I look down at her pretty face, and tears run from her eyes like a waterfall. Could be because her body is twisted like a pretzel right now. It could be because she needs to get off. That’ll have to wait.

Removing his fingers, he demands, “Open wide.” She parts her lips for him before he guides his cock into her mouth.

Her body moves, rocking back and forth on the edge of the table. I’m bent over, holding her in place while my three best friends have their way with her. She gives me too much power over her. Stupid girl. She knows I’ll only take advantage of it.

“I see why you fuck this slut even though you hate her.” Alex groans. His cock slams in and out of her ass, not giving her much time to adjust. But he was right. His dick isn’t the first one there. I was. And I wasn’t easy on it.

“Right?” Jenks laughs, still fingering her. Waiting for Alex to be done with her ass so he can take his turn. With the position she’s in, they can’t both fuck her at the same time. “This cunt…” He bites on his lower lip. “She’s so fucking wet.” He pulls his fingers out and leans over, running his hand over the side of her face. “Feel how wet you are.” He chuckles at himself. “But I’m not surprised. Sluts prefer to be used by multiple cocks at once.”

She mumbles unintelligent noises around Finn’s cock in her mouth while she blinks rapidly. I have the urge to lick it off her cheek but refrain. She’ll be all mine later.

Finn whistles. “Shit, she’s got a mouth on her.” Shoving his cock all the way down her throat.

Her body shakes against the table, and her eyes grow heavy. “Don’t you dare, Raylee,” I growl, knowing exactly what’s happening. I’ve trained her. “Don’t you dare fucking come for them.” Only I can please her. I didn’t offer her up so she could get pleasure from them.

Finn drops his free hand to her face and pinches her nose, cutting off her air. Her eyes go wide, her body thrashing against all of us.

“I’m coming.” Alex is the first to call out breathlessly. He slams into her ass one last time and grunts before pulling his semi-hard dick out and stepping back. He walks out of the formal dining room, removing his condom.

Jenks doesn’t waste a second and grips her hip, slamming his dick inside her and not letting up. I watch and see her wetness coating his lower abdomen.

I’m surprised at the rage that bubbles up inside me, like a pot of water about to boil over. The thought of her coming all over his dick pisses me off. But I can’t stop them now. She’ll never let me live it down. This is what she expects from me. To be used. To be an object. We don’t give a shit about one another.

“Fucckkkk.” Finn growls, and then I watch him stiffen while he comes down her throat. When he pulls out, he lets go of her nose, and she’s gasping for air as spit and cum fall out of the side of her mouth, landing on the table she’s pinned to. “Good job, slut.” He taps the side of her face before falling into a chair and all but passing out.

“Colt…” She cries my name. “I can’t …”

“Raylee!” I warn. If she comes on Jenks’s dick, I’m going to make her wish she hadn’t. I’ll beat that ass black and blue.

Jenks pulls out of her pussy, and she sags against the table and begins crying harder. “Turn her over,” he orders.

I roll her from her side to her back, and he yanks her ass to the end of the edge where he stands. I move to stand where Finn was and lean over the side of the table, keeping her legs pinned to her chest. My head now right above hers. She looks up at me, tears rolling down her face, and I hear Jenks going back to fucking her.

“Please?” she begs. The single word is broken. “I need—”

“Do not fucking come, Raylee,” I snap, more pissed off at myself than anything. I’ve fucked her enough to know that it takes quite a bit of effort to get her off. Who knew three dicks would do the trick?

“I can’t stop it,” she cries, now sobbing as fresh tears trail down the sides of her face. “Colt—”

I slap my free hand over her mouth and lower my face to the table to whisper in her ear. “If you come, I will tie you down and fuck you to the point you are about to come and then stop. Over and over. As many times as it takes for you to learn a lesson. Do you understand me?”

Her eyes start to roll back into her head, arching her neck, and just when I think she’s about to disobey me and come all over Jenks’s dick, he pulls out and stumbles back away from the table.

“Jesus, dude. We should just tie her to the table and use her all night.” He licks his lips while his eyes scan over her.

Her pussy wasn’t enough for him. I get it. It’s never enough.

“You had your fun.” I let go of her legs and slide my arms under her, picking her limp body up off the table. She lays semi-conscious across my arms while I carry her upstairs.