Page 125 of The Forgotten

“Her name is Marie Madden,” one of them says. “Her driver license says that she lives in Chicago. Aren’t you a little far from home, little girl?”

“I’m not little,” I growl, feeling my lower body being lifted until I’m on my knees again. I’m gearing up to yell at them some more, but gasp instead when my leggings are peeled down my ass and thighs. The breeze is unwelcome as I shiver and my lower cheeks are spread wide.

I skipped the panties today because I had already packed them in the car. I can feel slick pushing slowly out of my pussy and my cheeks burn with embarrassment as a thumb drags through my arousal.

“I think we are finding out all kinds of things about you,” the president of the club purrs, making my nipples pebble with desire. I’m glad I’m at least wearing my damn bra and shirt and I continue to struggle to get free.

“Why are you so far from home?” the asshole whose boot I’m pressed against asks.

I can’t say a word as a tongue licks up my pussy, making me moan. I still have my stun gun. Its constant digging into my leg is a reminder that I can’t get to it.

“What the fuck!” I yell. “I’m not going to let you fuck me on the road.”

“I’m getting tired of that mouth,” the president mutters, pushing his tongue as deep as possible into my pussy.

A hand wraps itself in my braid that’s quickly coming apart, yanking me up until I’m eye to eye with a huge belt buckle. Keening as I begin to realize what he intends, I shake my head quickly, pressing my lips together.

“Sweetheart, I can make you suck my dick,” the green eyed devil chuckles. “I promise it’ll be better for you if you’re a willing participant.”

“She tastes like apricots,” the president groans. “Here, have a taste.”

There’s a lot of them and only one of me. Are they seriously planning to fuck me on the side of the road? Not one car has passed at all. No one is going to save me from this.

This is someone else’s fantasy, but despite the way my body is reacting to them, I’ve never been one to do insane things like this.

I’m the good girl. What the fuck is happening?

PREZ

Moving to the side, I watch as Storm drops to his knees to eat out Marie’s pretty, pink pussy. The slick is sliding down her pale skin, and I shove her shirt to pull down the delicate cups of her pretty bra.

No panties and a bra like this, you’d never know it with the drab way that she’s dressed. If I’m honest, she looks like she has her entire life packed up in this car.

A shitty car that we’ve pretty much destroyed. All her shit is thrown around inside, and I doubt we’re done with her or the vehicle yet. She disrespected us when we were just looking for a bit of fun.

That won’t fly until she’s asking or gagging for forgiveness. Her lips are still pressed together as Wilder releases his cock from his pants, leaking precum all over her pouty, pink lips. It doesn’t escape my notice either that she’s struggling to keep her enjoyment of Storm’s mouth a secret.

“You liking that, Princess?” I snort, pulling off my glove to run it over her slick before shoving my thumb deep inside her asshole.

The squeal of surprise doesn’t make her lips open, so I drop my glove on her bare back so I can easily pick it up later. Palming her heavy breast, I smirk at how tight her nipple is. She can complain as much as she wants about our rough treatment, but all I can smell is how much she wants this.

Her waist is perfectly cinched inward to give her an hourglass figure, and her ass bounces so well when Ace slaps it.

“You’re so stubborn,” he mutters.

That’s why I’m calling her a princess. Outside of the state of her car, I bet she’s lived a perfect life. She probably just has to bat those sea green eyes to get whatever she wants. She won’t find that here, surrounded by hard men who regularly kill for the disrespect she just gave us.

Angrily, I pinch her nipple hard, enjoying the pained squeal she makes. I have a thing for hurting and demeaning women, and this omega makes me want to do filthy things to her.

I think in the dead of night, she’ll admit she enjoyed this. I plan to ruin her for any other men. The very thought of her everbeing with anyone else makes me feel possessive, which forces me to squeeze her other tit before I pinch that nipple too.

“Asshole—! Mm…mrgh!” she screams, the words are lost as Wilder finds his chance to thrust his cock past her puffy lips and into her mouth.

“You like doing this the difficult way I guess,” I murmur, pulling my thumb out of her ass to coat three fingers in her slick. Pushing them all past the tight ring of her hole, I nod at Storm to make her come.

“She doesn’t deserve it,” he grumbles, his dark curls flopping as he tosses his hair back off his face.

“I’m about to fuck her ass, she doesn’t have to deserve it,” I growl.