Chapter 20

DIAMOND
My core clenched at his statement, and I immediately clamped my thighs shut to stop anything wet from dripping down my pussy.
 
He pushed his cock through my mouth, and I opened for him. His cock goes in slowly, and he soon starts to fuck my throat when he holds my head in position.
 
He thrusts fast and hard, as if he were fucking a tight cunt. He fucks me continuously until the back of my throat begins to hurt.
 
I’m so sore right now, but he doesn’t stop thrusting, and my thigh doesn’t stop clenching as if I need a cock in my core. Weaver comes around my pussy, digging his fingers all at once, and I fucking scream.
 
Sebastian pulls out when he is about to come, and he pours it all in my face and some part of my breast. I look so messed up with his cum right now.
 
His eyes are not the same anymore, and he stares at me like a demon, as he wants to devour me and is extremely unsatisfied.
 
He isn’t the only one who feels unsatisfied; my pussy  is feeling that way too, and it's so fucking annoying. I hate these boys; I can’t be having the urge to have my core filled up with their dick.
 
No, Diamond, it ends here. I’ve given them what they want, and we should go our fucking way.
 
Weaver and Joel are stroking their cocks; their erection is out of this world, but I’m done; no more touching me. I’ve given them the privilege, and now I can fucking do my things without getting scared of their presence.
 
“Where is the bathroom?” I request it, staring at Sebastian, who looks like the son of a devil. He doesn’t say a word; he points at the bathroom instead, and I grab something to cover myself while I walk into the bathroom.
 
“You don’t need to cover yourself, Diamond.” Sebastian's loud, deep voice plummets into my stomach.
 
“Yes, I do. You don’t own me; I can do whatever I want with myself.” I roll my eyes at him; he is about to spit out venom, but I rush inside and slam the door.
 
Fucking crazy.
I wasn’t joking when I said I would let them have what they wanted with me, and now it’s done. I’m not afraid of them anymore, or maybe that’s what my brain says, but my heart says something different.
 
Something stupid.
Something insane.
Something that doesn’t make any sense. What doesn’t make sense is wanting to have them all to myself.
 
But they are bullies. They are all fucking assholes that fuck any hole they can lay their hands on.
 
Well, not me. I’m different. They made me open my body to them due to bullying. They are my bullies, and I’m nothing close to the whores that they fuck all the time.
 
I turn on the shower, washing off Sebastian's come from my face and my breasts. I let the water pour all over my hair and body, as if I’m taking a bath in my bullies apartment.
 
When I come out of the bathroom, I only meet Sebastian in the room. Weaver and Joel seem to have gone out—maybe out to get their cocks satisfied by some whores.
 
Whores like Jane. I know she is dying to have them to herself. If she had her ways, she would have been fucking all three. But no, they don’t give a fuck about her; she’s the one who's even giving a fuck about them.
 
“I need to dress up. I need you to leave.” My voice comes out straight for the first time. I’ve always spoken to him with fear, but it seems the fear is all wearing off now.
 
“This is my room. You either dress up here or go outside.” His words always irk like the true asshole he is.
 
“Must you always be a fucking asshole, Sebastian?” I vomit out, and his eyes swiftly change into a deep shade of red, and I’m wondering how he did it just now.
 
“Why are your eyes that way?” I squinted my eyes, staring at him. There were blues a while ago, and now it’s a fucking deep shade of red. I don’t consider that to be normal; does he have an eye defect?
 
“What way?” He frowns, his forehead folding up.
 
“That way. Deep red.”
 
“It’s an eye defect, and it’s none of your fucking business.” He blinks his eyes a couple of times, and I watch the red lights dim off. That’s so strange; I’ve never seen a human with that kind of eye defect.
 
"I have never seen something like that. How about you tell me about you? Isn’t it right to know who my bully truly is?”
I loosen the towel while I speak, and his eyes are etched on my skin.
 
His lips are partially open, and his eyes are almost changing again, as if the sight of losing the towel from my body turns him on.
 
“Why do you care to know about your bully?” He tilts his head, still looking at me because I’m sliding my pants up my waist now as he follows every movement of my hand.
 
“ Because.” I look at his eyes again; they are completely back to the deep shade of red.
 
“That’s not a fucking valid reason. How about I tell you a bit about me, and then you tell me about you? I noticed something has been wrong with you, but I haven’t been too curious to figure it out.” His jawline tightens, and he lets out a croaky smile, but even if it’s devilish, he looks so fucking handsome with that smile.
 
“I don’t have anything going on. I’m just on my own. Also, there is nothing interesting about me, apart from my new bullies who have decided to taunt my life.”
 
With that, he laughs, and his dimples show for the first time. God, he is so handsome, I wonder why he has been hiding those dimples; literally, he never smiles; his face is always as plain as that of the devil.
 
I wear my clothes and walk up to him, but as I’m about to say something, his phone begins to ring. I see the caller's ID as soon as he pulls the phone out of his pocket.
 
What got me so dumbfounded was the name on the screen of his phone.
'A godforbid father.'
I’m taken aback at that. Why would he save his father's contact with such?