NovelApp168. Olivia
My body moves and | sit across Ansel’s lap before | can think. The years spent in the Celestial Heaven madeobey men without
questioning the orders | was given. Antel snakes a hand around my waist and pullsclose to him until my head rests on his
shoulder. It's been a long tsince I've been held like this. Ansel drinks from his beer. Looking at Jasper, he says, “Finally, this
house feels like a home. We now have a woman to protect,”
How can Ansel claim he will protectwhen he kickedso hard he broke several of my ribs? Why are men so
manipulative?
Tyson and Rueben will never agree withbeing their woman. Nor would I. Killing Camila and living in the Celestial
Heaven has brokenand madeinto a person who can never feel happiness or love again.
Men like it when women give them attention, so | put my palm against Ansel’s chest.
Jasper joins us and sits close to Ansel, facing us. “What happened to your hand?” Jasper asks.
My gaze goes to the top of my hand. The spot where Rueben put out his cigar has traces of ashes and the area around it is red and
fluffy. | want to lie but remembering Jasper promised to punishif | don’t tell the truth, | say,
Rueben.”
Jasper’s eyes flash red while a snarl leaves Ansel’s lips. He even slams the beer on the table. It surprisesthat it didn’t break.
“We will have a talk with him and Tyson,” Ansel promises.
“I deserve this and much more for what | did to Camila.”
Pulling my legs into his lap, Jasper says, “I know you regret killing her, Little Love. | can feel it. One day, Rueben will ive you.”
No, he won't.
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Nor will | ive myself.
Changing the subject, Jasper says, “You have been on your feet for too long today. Your toes are swelling again. Do they hurt?”
“A bit,” | say.
Jasper does something that takes mepletely off guard. He kisses my toes. Ansel cups my i t, his thumbs stroking my nipples.
Something ignites inside ofand it scaresbecause | have never felt like this before. Not since him.
Jasper’s lips trail up my left leg until it reaches my knee. His brown eyes stare into mine, and | hear myself whisper, “How may |
please you, Master?”
| should stop asking this stupid question but Carlos trainedinto saying it whenever men givea bit of attention.
It is Ansel who answers, his breath warm on my neck. “I can think of several ways you can make Jasper andhappy
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Riching them,
Spread an a s s so that they can fu c kit.
| don’t get high or drunk, the next few hours will be pure agony. Expecially if Jasper decides to take my a s. His c o c k
will bear an
“She is still healing.” taxper points out.
Ansel opens my shirt, revealing my tits to Jasper-his eyes flash red. “Don’t tellyou haven't dreamed of sucking and licking
these girls until she c u ms,” Ansel says as he pinches my nipples. Jasper parts his lips, the tip of his tongue licking the corner of
his mouth. To me, Ansel says, “Because | certainly did dream of you, Honey. Ever since | first set IV (VES ON VOu, | wanted youLL.”
He did? | would have never guessed it. Ansel was always so... indifferent towards me. Plus, he had a girlfriend back then. One of
the popular girls from school. | don’t remember her nbut she was a senior.
Ansel squeezes my ti ts, his fingers punishing my nipples. Jasper is hypnotized by Ansel’s movements. “It was wrong. but |
couldnt stop myself from wanting you.” His hard co c k pokes my hip. “I watched you when no one was paying attention,
imagining how you would sound when | f u c k d you. And | am about to find out.”
“We really shouldn't be doing this,” lasper protests but his voice is laced with need.
start to retreat at the back of my mind when Ansel lifts up my shirt, baring my thighs and pu s sy to Jasper. After the fire was put
out, Jasper helpedtake a bath, and after that, he sh ave d my p us sy and legs, leaving my skin smooth. “Look at her and tell
c k while 1 fu ck her from behind.”
Jasper's eyes fill with lust, and yet he asks me, “Is this okay with you?”
| freeze. | have never been asked if | want to be f u c k e d or not before. Is this skind of a test?
Ansel replies instead of me. “She is our woman. She will take our c o c k s whenever we want like the good whore she is.”
Whore.
That's really how Ansel sees me. Just like everyone else.
Jasper frowns. “We are not going to force her.”
Ansel slaps my tits. “We aren’t going to force her, just show her where her place is. On her knees, begging for ourco ck s.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBegging tobe fucked, herpussyand ass filled with our c u m. Her belly, too.”
“We should care for her, not treat her like a slut,” Jasper argues.
Ansel tugs on my nipples. “We are Lords and it is our right to dominate our woman, to show her how things are.”
168. Olivia
Jasper wants to say something, but Ansel doesn’t let him. “Olivia's duty is to satisfy all our needs like the good slut she is and say
thank you, my Lords, after we wreck her.”
My thoughts turn to the days when | started my training as a se x slave. Carlos would have men f u kfor hours and they would
not stop until they were satisfied. | didn’t cry because | knew no one would savebut | did try to fight back. When torture to the
point of fainting didn’t subdue me, Carlos gothooked on drugs. | stopped resisting because it was the only way |
| was beaten to a pulp becaud ensure | would get my next dose. But now? Now, it will be just like back then when
| was beaten to a pulp because | didn’t want to suck c o c k s. | need to find a way to numb my body. | don’t think | can do this
without the help of drugsoralcohol.
Ansel wraps his fingers around my neck, his lips engulf mine, his tongue enters my mouth, and he kissesroughly while his free
hand goes to my pus sy. | part my legs and he pushes a finger inside of me. | am so dry it burns and my muscles contract around
him. When he moves his finger, | wince.
“Relax,” Ansel murmurs against my lips.
Even if | want to, | don’t know how. | always tense like this when | am fu c k e d. Maybe it is because of the intense pain. men
always makefeel.
“She needs more tto get used to us,” Jasper says. “You know how women like to be wooed before they open their legs for us.”
| don’t want to be wooed just left alone.
Suddenly, Ansel stands within his arms. “What she needs is to cu m several times on our c o c k s. Let's take her to your room
and make her scream.”
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