A Hurt So Sweet Volume One (Elite of Eden Falls Prep 1)

I snap my eyes away from Dexter, watching the other boy. There’s a bulge in his uniform now, his clearly monstrously sized cock pressing firmly against the fabric of his expensive clothes. He groans, rubbing his right palm over the swollen part of him that I’m so afraid of. I watch him in disgust. Any other girl would think him a heartthrob. Someone they’d be unable to resist.

I tell myself my body is only responding because they’re trying to overload my senses. I tell myself it’s not my fault I’m getting turned on. But still, a lone tear fights its way down my face, admitting my body’s defeat.

“Aww, look, we made her cry,” Dexter remarks, smirking at me as my bottom lip wobbles.

“How precious,” Lai joins in. “Maybe she thinks we’ll go easy on her if she can make us feel sorry for her.”

“If she does,” Dexter says thoughtfully, pulling his fingers out of my mouth with a pop. “She’s dead-fucking-wrong.”

He nears me again, his face lingering mere inches away from mine. My breath catches in my throat. For a second, I’m convinced he’s going to try and kiss me, but he doesn’t make the move. Instead, his lips remain a breath away from mine, taunting me with their closeness and the faint hint of the toothpaste on his breath.

“You want it yet, toy?” Dexter breathes against my lips, and I turn my head to the side. “Is that a no? How about now?”

His fingers find their way to my tits, and he grabs onto my nipples with both hands. His fingers are holding me in a vice-like grip, and he twists painfully, making me cry out in frustration.

“And now?”

I look deep into his eyes, gathering all my strength and spitting into his face.

He laughs out loud, wiping away the wetness from his face and touching his now soaked hand to the front of my already wet panties.

“Thanks, toy. Just what I needed.”

He pushes my thong to the side, but not before glaring at Lai and muttering, “Don’t look at her cunt. That’s all mine… for now.”

His friend groans out loud in frustration, but does as he’s told, palming his dick while he focuses on my hardened nipples instead.

“Well, look at that,” Dexter murmurs as the lace of my thong rips. “You’re not even shaved. Didn’t think it was worth getting ready for your fiancé, did you, little slut? You’re going to have to pay a little visit to the salon. I like my toys bare and smooth.”

Surreptitiously, I remember Araminta’s promise to take me to a beauty parlor. I hate myself for wondering if they do waxes. I despise myself, knowing I’m going to ask when she takes me there.

Dexter’s fingers circle my pussy. I want to tell him to stop, but my voice has stopped functioning. The part of me that wants to fight this has retreated deep into the recess of my mind. It’s almost an out-of-body experience. That is, until Dexter’s Booth fingers press firmly against my center.

“Feel that?” he mutters in my ear. “That’s your needy little pussy begging for me to fuck it.”

And I do feel it. My cunt is contracting, eager to accept this intruder in its silky depths. I shake my head, frustrated at the things he’s making my body do. And then, he pushes his fingers inside me unceremoniously. I cry out in protest, but Dexter only stops when his fingers meet resistance.

He looks confused at first, but in the next moment, his eyes light up with this new discovery.

“So, it is true,” he mutters under

his breath. “You’re not worthless after all.”

His firm finger outlines the skin that’s the only thing left of my innocence. He’s ripped everything else away. With a start, I realize it won’t be long before he’s taken that, too.

“Get your hands off her, Lai,” Dexter mutters, retrieving his hand and wiping his fingers on my chest.

I hiss when he leaves a wet mark on my tits. His friend looks confused, but loosens his firm grip on my wrists nonetheless. My arms fall, numb and useless as I rub the already marked-up wrists, glaring up at the two boys.

Dexter ignores me, addressing Lai instead. The boy stares at me with unfulfilled hunger, sending shivers down my spine with the intensity of his glare.

“You’re not to touch her without me present,” Dexter instructs his friend. “Tell the others as well.”

“But you told us-” Lai starts, but Dexter holds his hand up, and he shuts up.

“I don’t give a shit,” my fiancé says. “I said hands off her unless you have my explicit permission.”

“Fine,” Lai barks, glaring at me as if this is somehow my fault. “She’s not that hot, anyway.”