Page 21 of Paper Doll

I gag around his thickness as he thrusts into my mouth with a grunt, my hands flying to his thighs and pushing back against him instinctively when I start to choke.

Ford springs into action, yanking my arms behind my back and restraining both my wrists in a single hand. I continue choking on Wes’ dick as he starts ruthlessly fucking my face, the smooth head of his cock bumping the back of my throat with every thrust.

Black spots dot my vision, my lungs burning with the need for oxygen. In a bid not to suffocate, I try to relax my jaw, moving my tongue against the underside of Wes’ shaft on instinct. He groans in pleasure, the sound of it going straight to my core, that traitorous throb starting up again between my thighs. Wes sinks a hand into my hair, guiding my head as I swallow his cock, his lust-filled gaze burning into mine.

“Fuck, this is turning you on, isn’t it?” Ford marvels, watching me with rapt fascination. With my wrists still clutched tightly in one of his hands, he dips the other between my legs.

I wish I’d fixed my underwear.

They’re still pulled to the side, granting him easy access to drag a finger through my slit before sinking it deep inside me. I clench around him, my traitorous body again reacting against my will.

Shit, do I have a degradation kink or something?

I’m not experienced, so I have no idea what I’m into, but my body sure seems to think so.

Ford’s thumb brushes my clit and I moan around Wes’ cock, eliciting a moan of his own in response to the vibration of my throat.

“Shit, she’s loving this,” Ford announces gleefully, rubbing my clit expertly with his thumb as he pumps his finger in and out of me.

No, I’mnot. This is wrong. It’s shameful and disgusting andwrong, but that coil in my belly is wound up tight again, and before I even realize what’s happening, I’m falling apartaround Ford’s finger, moaning around Wes’ cock, freefalling into another orgasm that I never even saw coming.

I can’t breathe, can’t think– my eyes squeeze shut as I shudder through my release, and when I open them, Ford’s lifting his hand, his tattooed fingers glistening with my juices. He lewdly licks them clean, and with a final hard snap of his hips, Wes shoves his dick all the way to the back of my throat, grunting as he comes.

I choke as his salty release coats my tongue, pushing back against him. He holds me in place until he finishes, then pulls out, grabbing my chin and forcing my mouth closed.

“Swallow,” Raf commands from somewhere nearby.

I stare into Wes’ eyes, conveying my loathing in my glare as I comply.

Raf steps up beside Wes and my gaze snaps to my stepbrother, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “Good girl,” he praises.

Those words light me up from the inside, even as hot tears of humiliation leak from my eyes and slide down my cheeks.

He lifts his chin arrogantly, giving a little flick of his head. “You can go now.”

I don’t need to be told twice. Jolting to my feet, I make a break for the door to the balcony, the three of them cackling behind me. I yank it open and dart for the stairs, nearly tripping over my own feet in my haste to descend them.

The party downstairs is still raging, the music deafening, and as soon as I spring off the last step, I take off running for the exit. I push my way through the crowd until I’m out the door, gulping fresh air into my lungs and racing in a dead sprint down the path back to my dorm.

Tears blur my vision as I run, lungs burning with exertion and mind reeling over what just happened.

Richelle was right, the Kings are dangerous.

Because these men aren’t Kings. They’re fuckingmonsters.

CHAPTER 9

RAF

My adrenaline startsto taper off the moment Ava scampers away, leaving me feeling listless. I thought it would be more satisfying to torment the daughter of the woman I despise, but now that it’s over, the victory feels hollow somehow. It was too easy, and my fingers are still twitching to break something.

Like her pretty little neck.

“Think that was too harsh?” Wes questions, stuffing his flaccid dick back in his jeans and dragging up the zipper.

“Are you seriously asking me that?” I snap, whipping my head around to glare daggers at my friend. “You know who she is.”

Wes heaves a sigh, burying a hand in his blonde hair. “I know, I just didn’t expect her to be so…innocent.”