G.O.D.S: Gifted. Obedient. Deadly. Students. (G.O.D.S, #1)

by Jaye Pratt

“Excuse me, miss, can I help you?” I look at the woman, her smile slightly falling as we make eye contact. I often get this reaction from women, I know how I look, I’m not one of those girls who is hot but has no idea. I have eyes, I see the way men stare at me, the way they have used my body.

Oh great, a pick me girl 🙄

“Hello Jolie,” a deep masculine voice says. I see his shape standing near the door just as he flicks on the light. “Boston?” I guess. He nods with an impassive look on his face. I don’t fail to notice the other guys in the room in my peripheral vision. I also don’t acknowledge them yet, not until I know if they’re a threat. This also isn’t the first time a foster brother has been standing by my bed when I have woken up. His large steps have him closing the gap between us. I manage to sit up, keeping the covers pulled over me. “Imagine my surprise when I got home and found out someone had been in my room; I don’t take well to people touching my things.” A simple look in his friend's direction has them closing in on me, and I barely have time to react when four guys are on the bed, pinning me down. “Seriously, what is your problem, you cum stain? Shit, it’s a damn shirt and sweats.” His friends laugh and I thrash my legs, trying to break free of their hold. “My problem is you think you can touch my shit and now you need to learn a lesson on what will happen if you ever step foot in my room again.” His large form moves towards me, a wicked smirk graces his face. He’s the opposite of his brother. Brennan is fair, with ash blonde hair, blue eyes and a thin frame. This brother is dark, his hair, his skin covered in dark ink, a shorter built frame but the eyes are the only indication the brothers are related. “Remove the clothes,” he orders. “Don’t fucking touch me!” I kick my le...

“Enough!” Boston roars. “Let's make sure Brennan is done with his charity case before we destroy her. Let’s go. And Jolie, stay out of our way or you may find yourself in my room and I will let Laughn have his way with you.”

A single finger slides under the edge of the old, tattered underwear, running it down my slit before entering me. I should fight him off, but the cloud of arousal takes over. “You want me to fuck you right here in front of everyone.” The cloud of lust disperses. I come back to earth pushing him away, and this time he steps back, allowing me to turn around, his finger between his lips.

Letting a guy you literally met 5 minutes ago finger you. And he was the one joking about raping you. Come on girl!

“I was serious, you will not leave this house looking like that.” He scans the room until he finds what he’s looking for. “You,” he shouts, the poor girl freezes. “Get undressed now.” Eyes widened, mouth slack, she goes to say something, but her friend elbows her. Tears pool in her eyes. She strips down to a plain cotton bra and panties. What the hell is a girl like that doing here? Her gaze answers my question when she looks towards one of the guys, but he’s too busy smoking a joint.

Like really….

They all sit at one table, although sometimes they let others sit with them. Today it is only them and Laughn’s pet. A poor girl sits cross legged on the floor beside him, playing with her phone. I hate how degrading this looks, but he doesn’t have her tied up.

Like how he has a new ‘pet’ every day. Gross MF

“This better be good. I kicked a fine ass bitch out of my bed to come here.” “Marlow you’re ugly as fuck, there is no way the fine bitches are in your bed,” Case jokes which makes Marlow throw him a pointed look.

You just found out the love of your life is still alive but yet you still went out of your way to fuck OW. They can ALL go to hell I’m done with this shit book