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356 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 12, 2021
You’re nothing but a dumb, worthless bitch, anyway. Like you could teach me anything. Seven minutes of making out in the car, and you still kissed like a dead fish.�
He bends and grabs a handful of the dress he’d pooled around my waist, yanking it over his spunk on my chest. “Clean yourself up and go to bed. You’re a fucking embarrassment.�
“But the Lords take it to another level. They’re more than just controlling. It extends to everything. What you wear, when you eat, where you sleep. They completely rule your life. They own you.�
Oral (give) - 5pts
Oral (rec’v) - 10pts
Exhibition (public) - x5
Exhibition (home) - x2
Fingering - 4
Handjob - 7
Spoken Consent - x2
Spoken Request - x3
“I don’t think paid help is supposed to be quite this insolent.�
“I don’t think I give a fuck,� she responds, glowering right back. “I’m not one of your little bimbo bitches. Now shut your damn face hole and get the plates down.
You’ve got the personalities of an anal itch. Don’t know how I stand it.�
I rise up onto my toes and tilt my face, bracing for impact.
He turns and storms away.
I stumble forward in surprise, only just managing not to fall into the empty space he’s left. A rush of mortification washes over me at the thought of everyone watching. At everyone knowing I’ve just been outright rejected.
I snuck into her room and stood by her bed, thinking of all the things I could do to her.
[...]
I left her little gifts in the form of my jizz on her lips, on the shiny tip of her tongue. Not enough that she’d notice. Just enough that I’d know she was marked—that she carried a part of me inside her.
Nowhere in the contract did it say I couldn’t fight back. That I couldn’t hurt them. That I couldn’t defend myself. Could she be right? Would they like it if I fought them? Not disobedience or defiance, but a real, physical opposition. Would it make them like me more?
“Tell me how much you hate me,� he says, nose flaring wide as he pistons his hips. “Tell me how much you fucking hate my guts, you dirty little white-trash whore.�
“I hate you,� I cry, feeling the spiral in my belly tightening. “You’re evil, and mean, and you let your friends hurt me. You’re the reason I ran away."
I want to know, though. I want to know how he reconciles protecting one girl as he’s hurting another. I want to know what he tells himself to make it feel okay.
“This is fucking bullshit,� I seethe, planting my feet to stop myself from pacing around like an irate tiger. “Kindness? Niceness? Since when do you fuckers play the game like that?�
“Since I’m going to be breaking in that pussy with my fat cock in a few months.� Rath laughs, grabbing his crotch. “Sorry, bro. All’s fair.�
Rath leans forward to pry his glass back. “She’s putty, dude. The punishments don’t pay off, but you know what does? Being nice.� He chuckles at this like he’s tickled fucking pink at the idea. “Tristian bought her one of those paper flowers after the game. You know, the ones they sell to fundraise? You should have seen the look on her face.�
Sneaking into her room, looking at her there, all tucked into her bed. I remember the way her lips always looked, puckered in concentration as she dreamed. The way they felt around the hard tip of my dick, so soft and wet. The way I’d leave some of my come on them, spreading it around, marking her as my own. Story was always a hard sleeper. Barely anything could wake her. I was careful back then—too careful, moved too slow.
“Do whatever else you want to, I don’t care, but…� He rakes his fingers through his hair, looking away, jaw tight. “The last thing I need is for her to bleed out all over the laundry room floor. I’m not cleaning that shit up, and I’m sure as hell not explaining it to my dad.�
“Everyone thinks you like it nice, but I know better. You’d rather have me tear you open on my cock.”� His voice is raw as he grinds back. “That’s exactly what you fucking deserve. Maybe then, everyone would know it’s mine.�
“Sometimes, back then, I used to smear a little on her lips and imagine her licking it off later. I used to watch at the table during breakfast, knowing that she’d taken it in, even unknowingly..."
Keeping tabs on Story was like an addiction back then. I wanted to know what she smelled like, what she sounded like, what she looked like under the clothes. It was easy enough and it consumed me. I had to share a bathroom with her, giving me access to her things, her scent, her presence. I knew what kind of shampoo she liked, and that she preferred white toothpaste to the blue gels. That her fucking long hair clogged up everything. I knew when I saw the crumpled-up papers in the trash that she was on the rag.
The shared bathroom provided something else—something unintentional: access to her room, to her secrets. To her. I spent hours sitting with my back against the cool tiled walls, listening as her voice carried through the vent from her bedroom.
“The Dukes have their Duchess. The Counts have their Countess. Even the Princes have their Princess. We’re dragging ass with finding a Lady. Makes us look weak, Killer.�
“A female college student is hand-picked to live in the house and provide for our needs—all of our needs—as we see fit. In return, she gets special status on campus, free room and board, and the badge of honor of surviving a year with the most merciless guys on campus. It takes a special kind of woman to handle a Lord. It takes even more to handle three of them—especially when those Lords are Killian, Tristian, and Rath.�
“You’re such a fucking idiot. I really hope your tits get bigger, because that’s clearly all you’ve got going for you."
i kinda like killian honestly
"Look at you. You can get away, but you won’t. Whenever you try, you just come right back. So what the fuck does that make you?� He shakes his head like I’m pathetic. Like he’s not the one who just defiled me. He bends and grabs a handful of the dress he’d pooled around my waist, yanking it over his spunk on my chest. “Clean yourself up and go to bed. You’re a fucking embarrassment.�
He steps over me and walks back into this room, slamming the door behind him. I’m left on the floor, half naked, covered in semen, while the sounds of the party travel up the stairs.
uh huh, as he should
“Oh, Sweet Cherry, we don’t want your money. I thought we made that clear.� His face tips down into mine and he runs his nose down my cheek. His breath is hot, reeking of beer, and my skin crawls. He looks back at Rath.
“How do we want to do this? Who gets to pop this delicious little cherry?� Do this? Rath wagers, “You fuckers owe me for last month.�
Tristian scoffs. “Eat shit, that’s nowhere near equal value. You still owe me for Sophomore year.�
“You’re still on about that?� Rath complains, face hardening.
“Fine. Three thousand and my guitar.�
Hot tears spring to my eyes. This can’t be happening. They’re negotiating over me like a piece of meat. “Please don’t do this,� I beg. “Don’t hurt me. I’ll give you whatever you want, just don’t…take that.�
“Ah, the begging,� Rath groans, hand coming down to cup his crotch. “Fine, four thousand.�
story gave me a headache. this chick does not deserve to be the main character in these wonderful boys' book
'As much as I hate to admit it, it hurt when he called me a dumb, worthless, bitch that morning.'
for that only rath became my fav one. thankyou for ur humble service bringing matters up to the dumb annoying bitch
and i loved his mindset : "Please. Tristian and Killian might get off on all that, but I can get it from girls who actually want me. Why bother struggling with someone who doesn’t?� Shifting his gaze to the ceiling, he adds in a quieter voice, “It’s not the same if they don’t want it. It’s basically like jacking off, except maybe even worse.� (isdk that’s genuine or not but lets say it is), bcs as much as i tolerate it sometimes, i dont get the whole rapey 'i want u bcs u dont want me' stuff. but also, gotta admit he's kinda manipulatively smart (or Story was just dumb) w his whole 'i'll fail my exam if i dont get any action but the contract demanded fidelity and u dont want me' so she ended up sucking his cock willingly
“You cannot be fucking serious,� Tristian says, sneering at the food she sets on the table. There’s a vein popping out of his forehead and Rath and I share a look at the building tantrum. “Do you have any idea what’s in this cheese? It’s not cheese. It’s shelfstable saw dust! The pasta…this can’t even be legally referred to as pasta! This bread is full of preservatives and chemicals, and I don’t even want to know where you got the meat in there.� He rubs his temples like he’s grasping for his last shred of control. “I can’t eat this garbage, Ms. Crane!�
Ms. Crane stabs a serving spoon into the middle of the lasagna and says, “You can eat this or you can eat shit. I don’t give a damn either way, you putrid lump of horseshit.�
best character. i stan this lady
“Come on,� I say to Ms. Crane, gently placing her hand in the crook of my arm. “I’ll light your cigarette for you and say something fresh.�
She snorts. “Nothing fresh about you, Lord Fuckface.�
I pat her hand. “That’s our cranky old bitch.�
“Don’t you fuckers forget it.�
aww. so although i didnt mind Story's existence after that last killian incidence, still wished we'd gotten a diff h. overall not really good i skimmed most of the smut & story’s second hand embarrassment scenes but i see the potential of me liking the next ones. so 2.5 �