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“I know. I know we both thought that he didn’t kill himself.” She raises her head, and I can hear her sniffles. “But Mom, I don’t know anymore. You killed yourself. Why couldn’t dad have done the same? Why did you leave me? I could’ve helped you. I could’ve saved you if I just knew…”
She lets out a long sigh.
“People are so mean here. I don’t know what I did to deserve this. This school, this life. I don’t want any of it. Why do they want me broken? They are horrible people, Mom. Do you know how much I miss you? Did you even think about that? You left me here with them.” She starts to cry harder. “You were supposed to protect me, and look where your selfishness put me. At the devil’s fucking doorstep.”
Her head drops again into her hands, and she cries into them. Her entire body is shaking from the pain and emotion she’s shedding. For a moment, I actually feel a sense of pity for her. But I quickly push that down and shake my head. I can’t let her affect me like that.
Her arms move to her face, like she’s wiping the tears from her eyes. I turn to my brothers, and I see the look in their eyes. There is confusion, anger, sadness and an uncertainty in them. I see Mason with a hand rubbing his chest and Colton rubbing the back of his neck. They look at me, and I stare back with my lips thin and my face void of any emotions.
Slowly, I peel myself away from the tree and saunter over to her, Mason and Colton on my heels.
“Spitfire, so nice to see you here.”
Her eyes go wide, and I can see the redness in them. I smile at her and crouch down next to her. I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, and then take my thumb and catch a falling tear.
“You’re crying. Again.” I lick her tear off my thumb. “Mm. Tastes so sweet.”
“What the fuck are you doing here?” she growls as she turns her head to each of us.
“We come out here sometimes, and it just so happens that we saw you sitting here. Sad and alone.” I frown at her. “Is this where you come out and cry when all the kids are mean to you?” I say mockingly.
Her eyes start to water, but she pushes back the emotion and stands up. “Go fuck yourself. Am I just supposed to think that you were out here taking a stroll?”
“Yep. Because we were,” Mason chimes in. He moves closer, on her right side, me on her left, and Colt moves to her front. We have her trapped, and I can see that she knows it when her eyes widen.
“Well, that’s nice. Finish your little stroll. I need to leave.” She starts to pull away, but my hand wraps around her throat and pushes her back against the tree. She lets out a sound that goes straight to my dick. She drops her notebook, and her hands immediately come up to mine to try to move it off her, but she has no chance.
“I didn’t say you could, sweetheart,” I breathe into her ear.
“Excuse me?” Her eyes narrow at me.
Mason steps up and wraps his hand in her hair to control her head. He leans down, tilting her head to the side so that he can run a tongue up her cheek. “Definitely tastes sweet,” he groans.
I can hear her breathing come faster. “You like that, sweetheart? You like Mason getting to taste you?”
“You can fu—” Before she can finish her sentence, Colt comes up and places his hand over her mouth.
“Quiet, CT.” He runs his other hand down her cheek. His leg goes between her legs, right against her sweet cunt.
“I bet you, if I stuck my hand up your skirt right now, run my fingers along your pussy, I would find out just how much you actually enjoy this.” She shakes her head as much as she can under our grips. “Are you wet, Phoenix? Tell me how wet you are right now, Spitfire.” I lean in and nibble her ear, getting her to release a soft moan.
Yeah, I knew this was getting her off. Mason continues to kiss along her neck. Colton has removed his hand and is now taking his thumb to her lip. She is panting like a bitch in heat, trying to grind against Colt’s leg. The sight of her, her cheeks flushed, her mouth opened with little moans coming out, her head tipped back as much as she can with Mason and my grip on her. It’s a fucking beautiful sight.
“Please …” she groans.
“Please what? Please make you come? Please get you off?” I whisper against her cheek.
She squirms under my hold on her throat. “Yes, please.”
Her entire body is vibrating, needing to find that release that we have now teased into her. I immediately drop my hand from her throat and the other two step back.
“We don’t fuck desperate whores, like you.” I clench my jaw and start to walk away from her. The guys following behind me.
“Are you fucking serious? You’re the fucking man whore of this whole campus, Daxon. You fuck anything with legs that throws themselves at you.”
Quickly I turn back to her and march up to her, grabbing her by her hair and pulling it back so she can look up at me as I tower over her. “Except you. I don’t fuck desperate whores like you. Remember you are nothing more than a trashy cunt that got lucky she was allowed to breathe the same air we do.” I drag her down and drop her to her knees. “That’s where you belong. Know your place.”
Walking back to the guys, we walk back towards campus. She lets out a frustrated scream about thirty seconds after we disappear into the trees.