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“Deeper,” Blaze murmured, shoving my head down on his cock.
I momentarily gagged as he choked me with his length. The sick jerk seemed to enjoy that. Instead of letting me control the pace and actively participate, Blaze fucked my mouth. Holding tight to my hair, he kept me from moving as he shoved his cock down my throat. I did my best to breathe through my nose and relax so I wouldn’t gag. Being the Angels’ fuck doll was going to be a challenge.
How could this even be my life right now? It felt like somewhere along the way, I’d jumped timelines and was now living someone else’s life.
“You seem so sweet and innocent.” Blaze watched as his cock pumped into my mouth. “I bet that’s the colorful aesthetic though, isn’t it? I bet you’re secretly a nasty girl with depraved fantasies. Do you have any idea what I’d like to do to you, Rainbow? How much I want to tie you down, blindfold you, and carve my name into your perfect skin? God, I want to make you scream my name while I fuck your perfect little pussy.”
Alarm sang through me. I thought about the scars Raina bore from Daire using a knife on her. Blaze’s fantasy felt too much like violence for my liking. How much would I be able to take from these guys before it broke me?
How much of it would I enjoy?
Thankfully, with Blaze’s cock in my mouth, I was unable to respond to him. A sharp pain seared my lip as my cut split open again. Dammit.
Blaze moaned as he came, shooting his warm spunk down my throat. I did my best to swallow without coughing or choking. He patted my cheek before rubbing a thumb over the blood seeping from the cut on my lip. Smearing the blood along my lip and down my chin, Blaze drew me to my feet and licked the scarlet stain from my skin.
He dragged his tongue over my lip before slipping it into my mouth. Kissing me long and deep, his tongue entangled with mine. I found myself kissing him back. The hungry way his mouth moved on mine set off fireworks in my stomach. Wanting someone I detested messed with my mind.
I hated the Angels. They were arrogant jerks who’d hurt anyone without remorse. They could do whatever they wanted to my body but they would never get inside my head.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
BLAZE
I sucked Clover’s bloody lip into my mouth, tasting the metallic sweetness of her. She let out a pained whine that only made me want to hurt her more. I ached to make her mine in every way. To hurt her like only I could.
Not the way Zane had hurt her. I didn’t want to beat her like some pathetic piece of shit. I wanted to mark her with parts of me that would never fade. To make her scream, cry, and beg for more.
Clover was a skittish thing. I doubted she’d ever been tied down and used the way I wanted to use her. We’d been taking it easy on her when we came to her room. Easing her into our style of pleasure.
I kissed her again, loving the taste of myself in her mouth. It was enough to get me hard all over again. The memory of her tight pussy clenched around me was almost my undoing.
“Better get to the library,” I said, eyeing the drop of blood that ran down her chin from her lip. It taunted me in terrible ways. “I’ll see you tomorrow night. We have something to show you.”
Clover’s brows knit together in a thoughtful frown. She swiped a finger through the bloody drop, whisking it away. “I don’t even want to know, do I?”
I needed to get the hell away from her before I bent her over the desk and took her sweet ass. The things I wanted to do to her played in my mind, tempting me like a drug. Not here. Not yet.
“You’ll find out soon enough.” I patted her ass and left the room. If I stayed another second, I’d give in to my many urges. This was no place for what I planned for Clover.
I wasn’t sure what it was about her that made me so crazy. I’d have happily killed Zane for her. The only reason he was still alive was because that’s what she wanted.
Maybe it was the fear in her eyes when we had her trapped in that alley. Maybe it was her cutesy attire and good girl persona. All I knew was that I had a deep rooted need to corrupt her. To make her a little sick and twisted. Like me.
The halls were much quieter than usual. Most students didn’t take summer classes. I sure as hell wasn’t interested in sitting in a classroom all summer. I ambled down the hall, taking my sweet time. I didn’t have anywhere to be right then.
When I emerged into the wide hall that passed the cafeteria, I was approached by a redhead in a tight dress. It did nothing for me. She glanced about, making sure nobody was around.
“You’re one of the Angels, right?” she asked, her voice low. Without waiting for me to answer, she added, “I need your help with something.”
My eyes narrowed as I studied her. This kind of thing happened a lot. People would approach us with various requests. More often than not, they wanted us to help them get revenge on someone who’d supposedly wronged them. We certainly did take special requests, for a price, but it had to fit within the parameters of what we did. We went after those the system would never punish.
“I can’t guarantee that we can help you,” I said. “Whatever rumors you’ve heard about us are probably not true.”
She batted her lashes, peering up at me from beneath them. She went so far as to put a hand on my arm. “I need you to help me make my boyfriend jealous. I caught him with my best friend. He needs to suffer. I was thinking we could make a sex tape. Something I can make sure he sees. I’ll even pay you, if that’s what you want.”
I pretty much laughed right in her face. “Oh shit, no. That’s definitely not what we do. I can’t help you with that.”
I wasn’t sure if I should be insulted. I’d never been offered cash for sex before. Maybe I should be flattered. Clearly the people at this school had no idea who we were or what we really did. I’d like to keep it that way.