Sick Boys: A Dark Bully RH Romance (Spine Ridge University)

“Go on then …” I muse, looking at Dylan. “Show me how badly you want it.”

Dylan’s scooting his chair closer and closer. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

He needs to learn what I had to learn.

Satisfaction comes at the hefty price of insanity.

“How?”

I tilt my head, narrowing my eyes. “You know how.”

He swallows. “Please …”

“Please what?”

“Please untie me,” he begs.

God, I love hearing him grovel.

“Why?” I ask, my hand slipping between my legs again. “Give me a good reason.”

“I want you,” he says like a hussy drunk on lust.

“More,” I say.

“I want to kiss you, lick you, fuck you, drive you mad,” he says. “Please.”

That’s it. That’s what I’m looking for.

I slide off the bed, slowly approaching him. He gulps, saliva rolling down his mouth as he looks up at me. And I zip him open, pulling out his already hard cock.

“You want it?”

He nods vehemently. “God, yes, please.”

I straddle him and lower myself onto his length.

“Penelope,” Felix growls, “don’t you go fucking them without me.”

“I’ll do whatever I want,” I murmur, glancing at him over my shoulder. “Who’s going to stop me?”

The rage on his face is magnificent as I begin to gyrate on Dylan’s lap. His eyes almost roll into the back of his head as I go to town, lifting myself before dropping down again, getting him all worked up.

“Oh fuck, yes.” His wrists jerk against the cuffs, hip muscles pushing up to meet my body with frenzied desire.

This is the kind of love I want. Uninhibited debauchery. No more lies. No more denial. All the fucking submission they could ever wish for.

I roll around on his lap, enjoying myself thoroughly, head thrown back, moaning like a kinky fucker. And Dylan leans in, his tongue dipping out to catch even the slightest bit of nipple as my breasts bounce up and down against him.

“You gonna come deep inside me?” I say. “Fill me up?”

“No,” Felix growls. “That pussy belongs to me.”

But Dylan doesn’t even hear him as he whimpers, “Yes, God yes, I’m gonna come so hard.”

“Then give it to me,” I whisper into his ear, smothering his face with my breasts.

A muffled groan leaves his lips, and I can feel his length pulse inside me.

“Penelope …” Felix grunts as I slowly move off Dylan’s lap.

I approach him as the cum drips out onto the floor. “What do you want, Felix?”

“You,” he says through gritted teeth after a while.

My brow rises. “How much?”

“More than anything …” he says between ragged breaths.

I place my hands on his cheeks, leaning in to whisper against his mouth, “You know what I want to hear.”

After a few seconds filled with more groans, he finally grits, “Please.”

A smile forms on my lips as my hand moves up to his strap, releasing one hand. “Just one. Because I want to hear you say that word again.”

But the moment the strap comes undone, his hand snaps around my throat, squeezing tight. I suck in the air, but it won’t go past his tightening fingers latching around the base of my neck.

“What did you want to hear?” he grits. Leaning in, he whispers in my ear, “Penelope … please?”

I whimper from the sound of his low voice humming in my ear.

“You want me to be your fucking slut?” he asks, and I can feel him smile against the rim of my ear.

RIP!

The other strap came loose just from his incredible muscle strength.

“Wrong. Now you become mine.”

He forcefully shoves me onto the bed, his hand still locked around my throat as he spreads my legs wide and plows in without asking, without begging, without even so much as a single word.

And fuck me, is it everything I wished for.

With his hand clasped around my throat, he thrusts in wildly, pouring all his anger into me.

“You drive me fucking wild,” he says, his hoarse voice filled with desire. “Now take my cock like a fucking good slut.”

I can barely breathe, and I don’t even care.

Felix buries himself to the hilt, and I groan, stunned.

RIP!

With ease, he tears the chain off my neck and throws the key to Ali. “Free him.”

“What?” Ali mutters. “But she said—”

“I don’t care. That game’s over now. It’s about time we had our fucking way.” His grip on my neck loosens a little to allow me a breath. “Because that’s what you wanted all along, didn’t you? Fuck me up until I break.” His fingers slide down my skin like he’s savoring all of it before he devours me. “Well, don’t worry, Pen, I know how to give it to you.”

He pulls out only to thrust in full force, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. Even though I had so much fun giving them what they deserve, this is so much better as the icing on the cake.

“Fucking finally,” Dylan groans as he jumps onto the bed and immediately grips my nipple, twisting and pinching it until I squeal. “I never realized how addicted I am to touching you, Pen.”

Ali crawls on too, watching us while he’s still stroking himself.

But Felix doesn’t relent, thrusting back in to the hilt. “You like to be owned.”

“Fuck,” I mutter when he touches my G-spot.

He lowers himself on top of me, grinding away. “Because you were always fucking mine, weren’t you? Even without that fucking deal we had.”

I nod, unable to even form the words.

“I don’t do temporary, Pen. Once you belong to me, you’re mine forever. Understand?”

I nod, not giving a shit whether I have to sacrifice my soul to the devil to be fucked by him because I’d gladly sign away my life right here, right now.

He grips my hands and pins them above my head.

“Say it. Say the words,” he says, pounding into me.

“I’m yours,” I say. “Forever.”

He leans in and licks my skin from my ear all the way down to my neck, and he whispers, “Good girl. Now tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I say.

He slaps my vulva and says, “No. Tell me what you really want. Not your fucking pussy. Your head.”

“I want this to last forever,” she murmurs. “I want the world to know. And I don’t ever want to share.” She looks at Ali and Dylan. “None of you. I want to be the only one.”

A smirk forms on his lips. “You want us all to yourself?” He brushes his fingers along my slit, circling my sensitive bits. “All three of us, together? Greedy whore.”

“Yes,” I moan when he slowly pushes in again.

“Then you’ll be fucking ours, and we’ll be fucking yours,” he groans, pounding into me again so hard my whole body shakes. “Until your last”—thrust—“dying”—thrust—“breath.”

“Yes,” I moan, delirious with desire.

And he bends over and whispers, “If that’s what you really want, then I’ll make that fucking wish a reality.” And he laces his fingers through mine. “Because I fucking love every inch of your fucked-up soul.”

My eyes burst open but before I can respond, he thrusts in so deep my toes curl, and he covers his lips with mine. The kiss is intoxicating, out of this world mind-blowing.

My body explodes from the orgasm rolling through me, taking my soul into the nether.

He spins me around on the bed and immediately buries himself into my ass, making it impossible for me to even react to what he just said.

Ali suddenly perches himself near my mouth. “Open wide, Pen.”

And he pushes in his big cock, the girth barely fitting down my throat.

Felix pounds into me from behind, shoving me farther and farther onto Ali’s cock, and it makes my eyes water. But every tear that rolls down my cheek makes me that much needier.

I truly have become their whore, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Fuck yes, ride that dick,” Felix groans, and he slaps my ass. I can feel every piece of jewelry, every inch of him as he fills me up.

Dylan’s jerking himself off, fondling my breasts as they bounce around, and the more I choke on Ali’s length, the harder Dylan tugs at my nipples.

“That’s it, Pen, take him deep. Show me what you’ve got,” Dylan rasps.

Ali’s hand rests underneath my chin, gently tipping me up as I find it hard to swallow him.

“You’re so good for me,” he murmurs. “But I’ll always want more. Think you can handle it?”

I nod, taking him even deeper, despite the gag. “Good girl.”

That’s what I do it for.

The praise after complete degradation.

Dylan’s whole body tenses up against me. “Oh God, I can’t hold it.”

And he covers me with even more jizz, coating my back. The sight sets Ali off.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come again.” Ali buries himself to the hilt in my mouth until my nose is buried in his cum-covered shirt. “Take it deep. Swallow all of it.”

His length throbs inside me as he gives me everything he’s got, and it’s so much that I struggle to take it all down.

Felix thrusts so hard into me I can barely even think straight.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill up this ass,” Felix groans, plowing away so fast he forces me to keep Ali in my mouth. “You wanted to drive me mad? You got it. I’ll fucking destroy this ass.”

He’s so harsh on me that it makes my eyes sting, but I fucking love it. I never realized how much of a sucker I was for being used like this until I met these guys.

These sick boys who’ve captured my heart and refuse to let it go.

One. Two. Three. He roars out loud and finishes inside me.

Ali finally pulls out, and I cough wildly, licking up the remains off my lips. But as Felix releases me from his grip, my knees collapse onto the bed under my own weight.

Panting heavily, Felix grabs my body and curls up against me, spooning me from the back, while my head rests on Dylan’s lap. Ali lies down beside him, curling his arm across us both.

A perfect quartet of madness.

“God … that was amazing,” Dylan rasps.

Ali laughs. “It was, though.”

“I know we’re supposed to clean up, but fuck, I needed that first,” Dylan adds.

“I still haven’t forgiven you guys, though,” I mutter between ragged breaths.

“I know,” Felix mutters into the nape of my neck. “But we’ll have a lifetime to make up for it.”

“Hmm … only if I’m the only girl.”

His eyes narrow. “Who else would there be?”

“Well, you were dancing with one at your father’s club.”

His mouth quirks up into a lopsided smile. “You’re jealous.”

I playfully slap him in the stomach. “You were trying to make me jealous.”

“Maybe,” Dylan jests.

“No,” Felix interjects.

“Felix was trying to pretend he didn’t have any feelings for you,” Ali says.

I frown. “Wait … I thought that was—”

“A lie?” Ali raises his brow, and he gazes at Felix. If looks could kill, Ali would be dead by now.

“Don’t be a wuss and deny it,” Dylan says.

“Who are you calling a wuss?” Felix barks, and he leans up on his elbow, ready to start a fight.

“Did you boys fight like this over Eve too?” I ask them.

“What?” Dylan frowns.

“No,” Felix replies, and he waits until I spin around and face him before he continues. He slides aside my hair. “You mean far more to me than Eve ever did.”

I smirk, and Dylan snorts and looks down at me. “What are you smiling at?”

“So you meant what you said?”

“Who?” Dylan points at Felix and then himself. “Him or me?”

“Both of you.”

“Well, I …” Dylan mutters, and I gaze up at him.

“Are you blushing?” I ask.

He rolls his eyes and laughs it off, then slaps himself. “No, of course not.”

“Just tell her you love her,” Felix grumbles. “Stop fucking lying to yourself and admit it.”

Why am I suddenly all warm and fuzzy inside?

Fuck.

I’m not normally like this at all, but with them …

I’m protected. Needed. Desired.

“I love you too,” I say with a soft voice. “All of you.”

Even if I hated them for what they did to me, I still couldn’t deny that I needed them.

Ali looks at me with an admiring gaze. “Even when you got under my skin, I’ve never not loved you.”

I smile at him, and he leans in to give me a sweet kiss on the lips.

“But love’s a funny thing for guys like us,” he adds. “It’s more like—”

“Obsession,” Felix fills in.

“I know,” I reply, content.

Dylan caresses my hair. “If you wanna know the answer to your question, it’s yes.”

He leans in and grabs my chin to press a possessive but tender kiss on my lips. “And I’m glad you love me too.”

“And me,” Felix growls, making me laugh, but the laugh is immediately interrupted by a crazy-obsessive kiss.

Always the jealous one, even when he has nothing to be jealous of, because the fighting is over.

I am theirs, and they are mine.