168. Olivia
My body moves and I sit across Ansel’s lap before I can think. The years spent in the Celestial Heaven made me obey men without questioning the orders I was given. Antel snakes a hand around my waist and pulls me close to him until my head rests on his shoulder. It’s been a long time since I’ve been held like this. Ansel drinks from his beer. Looking at Jasper, he says, “Finally, this house feels like a home. We now have a woman to protect,”
How can Ansel claim he will protect me when he kicked me so hard he broke several of my ribs? Why are men so
manipulative?
Tyson and Rueben will never agree with me being their woman. Nor would I. Killing Camila and living in the Celestial
Heaven has broken me and made me into a person who can never feel happiness or love again.
Men like it when women give them attention, so I put my palm against Ansel’s chest.
Jasper joins us and sits close to Ansel, facing us. “What happened to your hand?” Jasper asks.
My gaze goes to the top of my hand. The spot where Rueben put out his cigar has traces of ashes and the area around it is red and fluffy. I want to lie but remembering Jasper promised to punish me if I don’t tell the truth, I say,
Rueben.”
Jasper’s eyes flash red while a snarl leaves Ansel’s lips. He even slams the beer on the table. It surprises me that it didn’t break.
“We will have a talk with him and Tyson,” Ansel promises.
“I deserve this and much more for what I did to Camila.”
Pulling my legs into his lap, Jasper says, “I know you regret killing her, Little Love. I can feel it. One day, Rueben will forgive you.”
No, he won’t.
Nor will I forgive myself.
Changing the subject, Jasper says, “You have been on your feet for too long today. Your toes are swelling again. Do they hurt?”
“A bit,” I say.
Jasper does something that takes me completely off guard. He kisses my toes. Ansel cups my i t , his thumbs stroking my nipples. Something ignites inside of me and it scares me because I have never felt like this before. Not since him.
Jasper’s lips trail up my left leg until it reaches my knee. His brown eyes stare into mine, and I hear myself whisper, “How may I please you, Master?”
I should stop asking this stupid question but Carlos trained me into saying it whenever men give me a bit of attention.
It is Ansel who answers, his breath warm on my neck. “I can think of several ways you can make Jasper and me happy
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Spread an a s s so that they can f u c k it.
I don’t get high or drunk, the next few hours will be pure agony. Expecially if Jasper decides to take my a s. His c o c k
will bear an
“She is still healing.” taxper points out.
Ansel opens my shirt, revealing my t i t s to Jasper-his eyes flash red. “Don’t tell me you haven’t dreamed of sucking and licking these girls until she c u m s,” Ansel says as he pinches my nipples. Jasper parts his lips, the tip of his tongue licking the corner of his mouth. To me, Ansel says, “Because I certainly did dream of you, Honey. Ever since I first set IV (VES ON VOu, I wanted youLL.”
He did? I would have never guessed it. Ansel was always so… indifferent towards me. Plus, he had a girlfriend back then. One of the popular girls from school. I don’t remember her name but she was a senior.
Ansel squeezes my t i t s, his fingers punishing my nipples. Jasper is hypnotized by Ansel’s movements. “It was wrong. but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting you.” His hard co c k pokes my hip. “I watched you when no one was paying attention, imagining how you would sound when I f u c k d you. And I am about to find out.”
“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” lasper protests but his voice is laced with need.
start to retreat at the back of my mind when Ansel lifts up my shirt, baring my thighs and pu s s y to Jasper. After the fire was put out, Jasper helped me take a bath, and after that, he sh av e d my p u s s y and legs, leaving my skin smooth. “Look at her and tell me you don’t want to know what her pu s s y feels like. Look at her and tell me you don’t want to feel her lips wrap around your d i c k while 1 f u c k her from behind.”
Jasper’s eyes fill with lust, and yet he asks me, “Is this okay with you?”
I freeze. I have never been asked if I want to be f u c k e d or not before. Is this some kind of a test?
Ansel replies instead of me. “She is our woman. She will take our c o c k s whenever we want like the good whore she is.”
Whore.
That’s really how Ansel sees me. Just like everyone else.
Jasper frowns. “We are not going to force her.”
Ansel slaps my t i t s. “We aren’t going to force her, just show her where her place is. On her knees, begging for our c o c k s. Begging to be f u c k e d, her p u s s y and a s s filled with our c u m. Her belly, too.”
“We should care for her, not treat her like a slut,” Jasper argues.
Ansel tugs on my nipples. “We are Lords and it is our right to dominate our woman, to show her how things are.”
168. Olivia
Jasper wants to say something, but Ansel doesn’t let him. “Olivia’s duty is to satisfy all our needs like the good slut she is and say thank you, my Lords, after we wreck her.”
My thoughts turn to the days when I started my training as a se x slave. Carlos would have men f u k me for hours and they would not stop until they were satisfied. I didn’t cry because I knew no one would save me but I did try to fight back. When torture to the point of fainting didn’t subdue me, Carlos got me hooked on drugs. I stopped resisting because it was the only way I
I was beaten to a pulp becaud ensure I would get my next dose. But now? Now, it will be just like back then when
I was beaten to a pulp because I didn’t want to suck c o c k s. I need to find a way to numb my body. I don’t think I can do this without the help of drugs or a l c o h o l.
Ansel wraps his fingers around my neck, his lips engulf mine, his tongue enters my mouth, and he kisses me roughly while his free hand goes to my pus s y. I part my legs and he pushes a finger inside of me. I am so dry it burns and my muscles contract around him. When he moves his finger, I wince.
“Relax,” Ansel murmurs against my lips.
Even if I want to, I don’t know how. I always tense like this when I am f u c k e d. Maybe it is because of the intense pain. men always make me feel.
“She needs more time to get used to us,” Jasper says. “You know how women like to be wooed before they open their legs for us.”
I don’t want to be wooed just left alone.
Suddenly, Ansel stands with me in his arms. “What she needs is to cu m several times on our c o c k s. Let’s take her to your room and make her scream.”