A Hurt So Sweet: Complete Dark Bully Romance Series Box Set: Elite of Eden Falls Prep

by Isabella Starling

  My legs somehow manage to carry me over to the bed, and I collapse on top of the luxurious sheets, spreading my shaky legs. My fingers hook in my panties and I push them down, exposing myself to their hungry eyes. Both boys are watching me now, gazes filled with dark intent, with their hands touching the bulges in their pants.

  “Make her touch it,” Caspian mutters and Dex laughs.

  “Not so fast. I want to get a good look at her first.” He takes a step forward, slapping away my palm that’s blocking the view of my tender entrance. “Show us.”

  I shiver beneath his touch. When I don’t respond right away, he slaps me again, the motion making my head spin.

  “Fucking now, toy.”

  My shaky fingers touch the lips of my pussy and I spread myself open for them. They watch with hungry eyes as my folds come into view.

  “Jesus,” Caspian mutters. “It’s fucking pink.”

  “So perfect,” Dexter adds. “I can’t wait to take it.”

  I close my eyes tightly, trying to transport my mind somewhere far away even though my body can’t follow. I don’t want to be here, trapped with them. They’re going to hurt me soon enough, and all three of us know it.

  “Touch your clit,” Dexter grinds out at me. “Play with it.”

  Clumsily, I rub my fingers over my pussy.

  “She doesn’t know where it is,” Dexter laughs out loud, making me more embarrassed than ever. “Look at her. She doesn’t have a fucking clue.”

  “Why don’t you show her?” Caspian suggests.

  “That’s a great idea.” My fiancé approaches me, his footsteps heavy in the leather boots he’s wearing. “Spread your legs wider.”

  I follow his orders silently, trying to convince myself I’m only doing this because I don’t have a choice. But deep down, I know I want this. I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

  Dexter’s fingers are cold to the touch. He presses them to the inside of my thigh, then rubs a fingertip over my skin, making me mewl out loud. It’s like he’s pressed all the right buttons. Or maybe just one. The one that makes me turn into a desperate, needy whore.

  My legs attempt to close, but Dexter won't let that happen. He holds me open forcefully, his finger pressing down while I stare at him like he's a god.

  "I could make you do whatever the hell I wanted to right now," he mutters, his eyes burning with desire. "Isn't that right, toy?"

  I nod wordlessly, swallowing. I can't speak, move or react. All I can do is beg with my eyes.

  "Answer," Caspian demands, and my eyes flit between the two boys. Dexter gives me a nod, and my lips open, the words pouring out at an embarrassing speed.

  "Make me do more for you. Please. Please."

  "I don't think so," Dexter says. "I think instead I'll do something to you.”

  Once again, I look at Caspian, nervously biting my bottom lip. "I don't want him to watch."

  Dex's gaze darkens and he smirks, muttering, "Too fucking bad, because that's exactly what's going to happen."

  "No," I manage to get out, but my body is already arching, begging him for more. God, that alcohol from before is still buzzing through my body, making me more compliant than I’d ever be sober. “Don’t make me."

  "Shut up," Caspian grits out. He stands behind me, and I look up at him, hating the fact that my center is flooding with sticky wetness. "Do it, Booth."

  Dexter regards me with a curiosity that sends shivers down my spine. He touches his fingertip to my wet folds, and I thrash beneath him, trying to get away.

  "Hold her down," he barks at his accomplice.

  Caspian's strong arms grab mine, making sure I'm in place for whatever they're about to do to me. I'm shaking, trembling as Dex opens me wider, his intrusive fingers fighting their way to the spot between my legs that's tingling like crazy.

  "Let's make that little button throb," he mutters, and I let out a muffled cry as he expertly applies pressure to my bundle of nerves, making my body arch toward him.

  I don't want to let him have this. I don't want to let him take it away from me, but I'm unable to fight it any longer. His capable fingers are coaxing something out of me, and I don't know if I want to find out what it is. Pressure is building from my body, my senses going off at the slightest of touches, at the smallest of his movements. My heart is pounding restlessly in my chest and I know I won't be able to hold back much longer.

  I can hear Caspian's breathy groans behind me. Dexter's eyes fixate on mine, daring me to look away as he tugs on my clit, pinching it between his pointer and forefinger.

  "I hate you!" I cry out, and his eyes darken to a black so dark I can't even make out his pupils.

  "No, you don't," he mutters, prolonging the torture.

  He knows I'm a finger stroke away from soaking his hand. We both know it. Yet he's purposefully making this longer than it needs to, just so he can fuck with my head some more.

  "Stop it," I demand.

  "Shut up," he barks right after. "Or I'll make our friend here shut you up for me."

  I'm about to say something else, but when he raises his brow at me, my lips press back together, and I stare at him helplessly.

  "That's it," Dex mutters. "Be a good little girl and shut the fuck up so I can use you."

  His free hand goes to the bulge in his pants, and my hungry eyes follow. He palms the outline of his cock through the fabric, stroking the throbbing girth of it. I'm suddenly desperate to see it again. To feel the veins running through his length and feel them pulse underneath my tongue. I shake my head to get the thought out, but it's too late - they've noticed me staring.

  "I think your toy wants a plaything of her own," Caspian grunts. "Maybe I should give her a bone to pick."

  "No." Dexter stares him down, his expression murderous. "She's not touching anyone's cock but mine. But not tonight. Tonight, she's just going to find out why she's so obsessed with me."

  “I’m not obsessed with you,” I hiss, but his cold gaze makes me stop in my tracks.

  "The only sound I want to hear from your lips," he growls, "Are the moans of pleasure I'm about to give you."

  He taps his palm against my clit. The sound of it is wet and embarrassing, and I close my eyes tightly. This is so wrong. So fucked up. And I can't help but want more, though my body is still struggling to get away.

  "Hit her again," Caspian suggests, and Dex does it.

  His palm hits my sensitive pussy again and again until I see stars. I promise myself I'm not going to make a sound. Let them do whatever the hell they want with me, they're never going to break me.

  "You should come," Dexter suggests.

  "I don't come on command," I hiss.

  "Not yet." He smirks. "But soon enough, you will.”

  "You're not even fucking hurting her," Caspian protests. "What's the point of this?"

  "The point," Dex groans. "Is to make her want it. So take your dick out. Let’s make her suck it.”

  My eyes widen at his words, but they don’t give me time to beg them not to do it. Caspian’s cock is out in seconds. He’s almost as big as Dex. His cock has a curve to it, and it’s shaved, making him stand proudly.

  “You heard your fiancé,” Caspian tells me. “Open. Take it. Suck.”

  He forces his cock into my mouth, and I try to scream, but the sound is muffled from my mouth being so full. He allows me to adjust to him, and my heart starts pounding as he slowly starts fucking my mouth.

  Dexter steps forward, touching his strong fingers to my leaking center.

  “So fucking wet,” he murmurs. “Keep going, Caspian. I want to feel her convulsing on my fingertips.”

  I cry out, my body shaking as my fiancé’s friend pumps his cock in and out of my mouth. My eyes are fluttering, my heart hammering in my chest. I need more.

  I grip Caspian’s thighs. I look up at him. I silently beg for him to keep going, hating myself.

  "Good girl," Dex murmurs, and it sends shivers of pleasure down my spine, a sen
sation I never expected and one that makes me hate myself. "Keep going."

  My throat accepts his friend’s cock as he pushes deeper inside me, and I let out an embarrassing sound as I adjust to his girth. Shame colors my cheeks as I realize I’m dripping. I’m eager for more. I’m desperate to come. I hope they can’t notice.

  "Look at her," Caspian laughs. "She can barely hold back."

  Fuck.

  "You want to come, toy?" Dex asks me, and I close my eyes. "Just a little way to go before you can soak my fingers."

  "Please," I croak as Caspian pulls out of my mouth. "Please."

  "Please what?" they ask in unison.

  I glance between them, not knowing which one would give me more mercy.

  "Please... make me." My cheeks burn with shame as I utter the words. "Make me come."

  Dex looks up at Caspian, growling, "I think it’s time for you to leave."

  "What?" His friend glares back. "No fucking way. It's finally getting good!"

  "Time to go." Dexter advances on him while I breathe heavily, my pussy exposed.

  Caspian takes a step back. I don't know who'd win in a fight between the two of them, but it's looking like I won't find out tonight.

  "Fine," Caspian spits out, zipping up. "But you're gonna pay for this."

  He leaves the room, slamming the door behind him. And now it's just Dexter, me, and the tension in the air that's threatening to make me scream in frustration.

  He gets on the bed and regards me, from top to bottom, letting his eyes wander over the wetness between my legs. Then, unceremoniously, he buries his face between my legs.

  The sensation is so intense my eyes roll back. His tongue isn't a reward. Its lashings are a cruel punishment and a strict reminder that I belong to him, and nobody else. He's coaxing the orgasm out of me. It feels like he's sucking my goddamn soul out through my pussy.

  "No!" I cry out when I feel it starting, but it only makes him grab my hips, burying his face deeper in my folds. "Stop, stop, stop, please, don't, I can't, I won't, please, I... Fuck!"

  It's like the sky has split open, pouring stars and suns and heat and light through the hole in the inky darkness. My body convulses. Dex is holding me down firmly, drinking the juices that spill down my inner thighs. I let out a helpless wail but it's too late. I'm coming.

  He laps at me. Licks me. Sucks me. Fucking devours me. And once he's done, he pulls back, and kisses me again. He tastes like me. He tastes like the unwilling orgasm he just stole from me.

  "Remember that," he mutters at me. "Every fucking time you forget who owns you, I'm going to come back and make you do that again. And I'm going to drink from your pussy like a goddamn tap until you have nothing left to give."

  I curl up, shaking, on the verge of tears. For a moment I think I've swayed him. That he'll stay and kiss it better. He watches me, hand still on his cock, lips glistening with my wetness.

  "I hate you." The words leave my lips before I can stop them, and his eyes go back to the black from before. "You can take what you want from my body, but you'll never have my mind."

  "Oh, I will," he growls. "Even if I have to fucking break you into pretty little pieces to have it."

  He kneels next to me, holding out his arm.

  "I'll have it right here then," he says sweetly. "In the palm of my hand. You know what I'm going to do then?"

  I shake my head, tears spilling down my cheeks. He closes his fingers over his palm gently. Then, he crushes them against his skin. His eyes are on me, his lips open in a half-laugh, half-snarl.

  "I'm going to break it," he says. "Crush it. Ruin it. I'm going to turn you into a helpless, needy little toy for my dick. And you know what the worst part is, Pandora?"

  I stare at him blankly, refusing to answer as he gets up, regarding me with a patronizing expression.

  "I'm only going to put you back together just so I can do it again the next day."

  Chapter Twelve

  Pandora

  It’s a week later and I’m still bearing the faint marks of Lai’s grip on my wrists. Dexter has left me alone for the most part, though I have a feeling that won’t last long. He’s made it plenty clear he thinks he owns me. I’m just waiting until he makes me do more things I don’t want to do.

  I've gotten used to this town now. It's easier to understand how it works when you accept everyone in Eden Falls is a sick, perverted fuck.

  Still, the image from my father's office, of Minnie bent over his desk, is still fresh on my mind, and I can't help but feel sorry for the girl. She's been quiet and pensive the last few times I've seen her, and I'm convinced her mother is keeping her too busy for us to have a proper conversation about what happened.

  It’s an hour before dinner, and I ring the bell for my maid, this time almost losing hope that Minnie will be the one to show up. Despite her being my official maid, Belle has been taking her spot more times than I can count, and it pisses me off.

  I’m surprised when a moment later, Mignonette appears in the doorway, looking pretty as ever.

  “Minnie!” I cry out. “Please, please come in!”

  “You wanted something, Miss Lily Anna?” she asks, closing the door behind her.

  “Don’t call me that,” I remind her.

  She glances at the door guiltily, admitting, “I’m worried someone will overhear and I’ll get in more trouble.”

  “Minnie, I’m so sorry I haven’t been able to help you,” I whisper. “I have something for you.”

  I walk over to my bed, reaching under the pillowcase and pulling out a wad of money – the three grand my father gave me. If anyone deserves them, it’s Minnie. I hand the money to her, and her eyes widen at the sight.

  “I’m going to start getting you money,” I promise her. “Maybe with this you can get out of Eden Falls.”

  “Oh, Miss Pandora…” her eyes water. “I can’t leave here.”

  “Why not?” I insist. “My father is a horrible man and he treats you so cruelly. You could run away… start a new life somewhere out of here, where nobody knows who you are.”

  “It’s not that easy,” she shakes her head, pushing the money back at me. “I can’t accept this.”

  “You have to,” I insist, my voice breaking over the words. “Please, Minnie, I insist.”

  “I can’t.” She places the wad of cash on my dresser. “I really can’t. It would be so wrong.”

  “But what my father is doing to you isn’t wrong?”

  My blood is boiling and I’m tethering over the brink of an explosion.

  “I didn’t say that,” Minnie whispers. “But still, I can’t leave Eden Falls. I’ll explain it to you, Miss Pandora… one day.”

  Defeated, I sink on the bed and invite her to come sit with me. After a moment’s hesitation, she joins me, her eyes regretful.

  “I just wanted to help,” I admit.

  “I know.” She pats my hand. “It’s just not possible right now. But I’m grateful to have you, Miss Pandora. I feel like… like I finally have a friend.”

  “Good.” I smile at her. “You do. You’ll always have a friend in me.”

  “It’s almost time for dinner,” she reminds me. “You don’t want to be late.”

  “No,” I mutter, getting up and walking to the dresser.

  A part of me wants to spray the perfume Dexter gave me. It would make me feel closer to him, a thought that is equally frightening as it is sexy. I toy with the idea, but my hands have a mind of their own, picking up the bottle and spraying the scent on my bare skin.

  “Is that Lily Anna’s perfume?” Minnie asks, and I nod, showing her the bottle.

  “Dexter gave it to me.”

  She bites her bottom lip, hesitating before she says, “I want to show you something.”

  “What is it?”

  She takes my hand wordlessly, leading me to the corner of my room. She points to the baroque-print metallic wallpaper.

  “Look at it closely.”

  I narrow
my eyes, not sure what she’s getting at, but examine the wallpaper nonetheless.

  It takes me a second to see them, but the faint lines are definitely there. It looks like there used to be a door leading out of the room there.

  “What’s through there?” I wonder out loud.

  “It is… well, it was, Miss Lily Anna’s walk-in wardrobe,” Minnie admits. “Your father had it sealed off after her death. But… I have the key.”

  She pulls out a small silver key and motions to the tiny hole in the wall. I take a step back, allowing her to open the secret door. A vast space appears behind it. Everything is covered in dust.

  “It’s just as it used to be,” Minnie whispers. “I don’t think anyone’s been there… not for months, maybe years.”

  I walk inside the room, admiring the rows upon rows of expensive clothes, the drawers laden with my namesake’s designer lingerie, and the pots and pans of makeup, creams and countless bottles of La Pausa.

  “You can’t tell anyone I showed you this,” Minnie insists.

  “I won’t,” I whisper, squeezing her hand. “Thank you, Minnie.”

  She puts the key in my hand, closing my fingers over the metal.

  “Hide it well. They’ll take it from you if they find out you have it.”

  I nod, glancing at the wardrobe one last time before leaving the room with Minnie, and locking it behind us.

  I can use this to my advantage. If my intuition is right, and the people of Eden Falls are really more lenient with me when I act like Lily Anna, they’ll be even nicer if I start dressing like her. Subtle touches – maybe a peek of her bra, her designer scarf tied around my neck. I’ll make it work for me. I’ll make Lily Anna’s memory serve my goals.

  Minnie doesn’t say another word, but instead walks me down to the dining room, and for once, I’m not late. I sit down wordlessly. Bryony and my siblings are already there, and my father saunters into the room a moment later. Thankfully, Minnie has already left. I don’t think I could handle seeing them together again. Not after what I saw in my father’s study.

  The first course is set in front of us at the table, and my father makes a face like he’s smelled something unpleasant.