Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Over and over, they each fuck me before the one fucking my pussy stiffens and comes inside me. Pulling out of my cunt, I whimper around the cock fucking my mouth. I didn’t come. But it’s never about me. Just them.
He pulls on the collar, taking what little breath I had left away, and shoves himself down my throat. I gag, and he pulls out, coming all over my face. I taste some on my tongue and feel it slide down my chin before he slaps me. When he lets go of me, my head falls onto the bed once again, and I’m lying in sweat and cum.
A fresh set of knees hit the back of mine and then a finger is in my ass. I moan, tears running from my covered eyes. Someone grabs underneath my neck, lifting it. The cock that just fucked my cunt is shoved into my mouth because I can taste myself on him. He’s rough and pinches my nose. If I could see, I’m sure my vision would go black.
I lie here as they each take my ass, pussy, and throat. I never get to come. It’s all about them. And I’m the dumb toy who lets them do it over and over.
I close the notebook and stare at it, refusing to look up at the classroom. I read over my words on autopilot. Knowing them by heart. My voice was shaking as bad as my knees are right now. And my breathing is erratic. My heart pounds so hard that my chest aches.
Someone starts clapping, slow and loud. It’s Sin. I know it. But I refuse to look at him. Then someone follows, along with another—his two best friends.
They might as well be laughing at me.
“Good job… as always, Ellington,” my professor says, clearing his throat. “Millie, you’re up.”
“No.”
My eyes snap up at the sound of Sin talking to the professor.
“No?” Mr. Hamilton questions.
Sin slowly rises to his feet and turns to the room. “Class is over for the day.”
Kids jump to their feet, grab their belongings, and practically run out of the room. Students take this class for a filler. It’s for an easy grade. They fuck off and get in their daily nap. So if they can go home and do that instead, they’ll take it.
“Wait a minute,” Professor says. “Get back here,” he orders, but half the class is already gone. Which is quite a bit, considering how small it is to begin with. We don’t even have twenty students in this class.
“You too.” Corbin jumps up from his seat. “Out.”
“This is my classroom,” Mr. Hamilton argues.
“Not today,” Sin informs him with a smile.
My eyes go back and forth while standing at the podium, my head turning to look between the two, trying to figure out just what in the fuck is going on. But I know whatever the guys have planned, the professor can’t fight it. They always win. The professor might be a Lord, but the fact that he works at Barrington tells me he doesn’t have as much power as other Lords.
My parents didn’t shield me from the ways of the Lords. I wouldn’t say I know everything about them, but I know enough.
Corbin walks over to his desk, grabs Mr. Hamilton’s Armani button-up, and drags him out of the room. He tosses him out and locks the door.
A quick look around tells me what I already feared. It’s just the three of them and me.
“Have a seat, Elli,” Sin demands, pointing at my chair like I’m a dog he can command.
My feet move on their own, walking me across the floor. I fall into my seat, my hands on the desk and my eyes straight ahead, trying to calm my breathing. I’m sweating, panting, and about to pass the fuck out. Is this what a panic attack feels like? The room is spinning, my tongue feels heavy, and my mouth is dry.
Sin comes to stand in front of my chair, and his crotch is at eye level. I can see the outline of his hard dick, and I swallow. He reaches down and slowly undoes his black leather belt.
The small movement pulls me out of whatever trance I was in. “Sin—” I go to stand, but a hand grabs my hair and yanks it back, forcing me to look up at the white-tiled ceiling and keeping me in place. I cry out at the sting on my scalp. My breathing accelerates, making my chest rise and fall quickly.
I hear the sound of his belt slap through the loops before he grabs my hands and yanks them across my desk. He crosses my wrists, and I close my eyes when he wraps the leather around them, tying them together. Then my hair is let go, and instead, they grab the belt and pull it up, forcing my tied hands behind my head.