Losers: Part II (Losers, #2)

by Harley Laroux

For those looking for a place to belong. You belong here. You always will.

“A sad person knows what another sad person looks like,” I said. I dared to reach out, brushing my fingers along her cheek to tuck a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear. Goosebumps prickled over her arms, and my eyes widened. “I hear it in your voice. I see it in your eyes. I feel it when I look at you. You deserve to be happy, but you’ll never find it with the people you’re choosing.”

God, I could destroy her. I wanted to. I needed to. I didn’t just crave her perfection, her unattainable beauty. I wanted her filth. I wanted the messy, disgusting, fucked up parts of her. I wanted to rip her open, pick her apart, find the things that made her tick.

She’d admitted that her ultimate fantasy was to be snatched away, used and dominated, with nothing to worry about, except being a good, obedient girl for us. She wanted to submit completely, to relinquish the control she so carefully clung to.

“Three days in the mountains where no one can hear you scream,” I said. “And trust me, you’ll be doing plenty of screaming.”

“That’s it, baby, choke on it. Get your throat loosened up, you’re going to need it.”

Most people didn’t consider being duct-taped and locked in a trunk to be a great start to their weekend. I wasn’t most people, though.

This was what I’d asked for: to have all my choices and worries removed, leaving only pleasure. My voice shook with desperation as I whimpered his name, begging him to please, please touch me.

“Then you’re going to take whatever we give you, aren’t you? You’re going to spread your legs and let us use your pussy, your ass, your mouth. You can scream all you want, angel. But you’re going to be a good girl for us and take it.”

“Spread her legs,” Manson said. “I want to see her beautiful pussy dripping for us.”

“There’s our good girl, that’s it. You can talk to us.”

“I want to obey you,” I whispered, my lips tracing over the leather. “I want to worship you and let you use me however you want, sir. Please. Please use me.” There was a smile in Manson’s words as he said, “I’m proud of you for saying that, angel. I like to hear you being honest with me.”

“Good girl,” Manson said. “You’re taking his cock so well.”

“How do you feel?” I said. She’d drawn up her knees and rested her cheek on them as she looked at me. “Amazing,” she said. “Like I don’t have a care in the world.” “Good, because for the next two days, you don’t have to care about a single thing except being a good girl for us,” Manson said.

She’d endured flogging, fucking, and being tied up in a trunk. Now she deserved to feel like the princess she was.

“You’re not going to come without my permission. If you do, I’ll edge you for a week and won’t let you come at all.”

“Good boy. You did so well. I knew you could keep going for me.”

“I don’t care if you’re wet,” I said. “I don’t care if you’re dirty or clean, or what you’re wearing or not wearing. You’re fucking beautiful and I can’t keep my hands off you.”

“Sit on my face, princess. Let me moan into that sweet pussy while he fucks me.”

“Can you breathe, Jason?” I said, giggling softly as he hummed in the affirmative. “If I die, I die,” he said, before his mouth was on me again.

“Your mouth is fucking sinful. You feel so damn good.”

“You look gorgeous, Jess,” I said, curling over her, pushing her leg up for a deeper angle inside her. “Wet, needy, and covered in cum. Just how I like you. Filthy little thing.”

“You’re ours, and I want you to remember that every time you squirm and feel how tight this plug is inside you.”

“Come for me, angel. Come on my cock.”

“This doesn’t depend on you saying anything. I love you. I’ve loved you. For so long. And I’ll love you, even if you don’t love me back. I’ll love you even if this is the last day I ever see you.”

“If you leave and spend your life with someone else, I’ll love you still. I want you to be happy, Jess, no matter who it’s with. And I’ll love you through all of it. Always. Forever.”

“Because you were my glimpse of heaven from hell,” he said. “You were the sun in my sky, and now you’re like a comet sent to earth. A wildfire I can touch…kiss…hold…”

“I love you, angel. Be good today.”

“You look beautiful when you suffer for me.”

“I love every inch of you,” I said, growling it against her skin. “Inside and out, baby. I could spend years telling you all the ways I love you, all the little things you do that drive me fucking wild. So I think I will. I think I’d like to spend a very long time showing you how much I adore you.”

“Please fuck me, Jason. Fuck me like you hate me.” “Goddamn, princess.” I curled over her, clenching my hand around her throat. “I’ll do better than that. I’ll fuck you like the desperate little sinner that you are. I think you need to learn a lesson, don’t you? You need to be punished for tempting me to sin.”

“Punish me, Jason,” Jess said. She sounded so excited, her words running together, shaking and punctuated with a little whimper. “I deserve it.” “There’s my good girl,” Manson said. “You want to learn your lesson, don’t you?”

“That feels so good, Jason. God, you look so sexy.” Lucas chuckled. “Makes his cock twitch when you talk to him, Jess. He’s desperate to fuck.”

“Yes, we all lose things in our life. Things we love, people we adore, really important things. And it hurts. It absolutely sucks and sometimes the pain feels like it will never stop. It’s worth it even when it’s hard.”

“You deserve to be loved, Lucas,” she said. She was close, and her voice was low, holding me like she was protecting me. “You deserve to be happy. You deserve to heal.”

“This is exactly what you deserve,” I said. “You deserve to be treated kindly. You deserve to be loved and pleasured and cared for.”

“They’re not allowed to touch you. You’re off limits and they couldn’t respect that. They’re going to pay for it.”

“We’re going to keep you. Break you. Remake you into the perfect little fucktoy.”

“That’s right. Taste what you’ve done. I bet you’d love it if we fucked this wet pussy; you’re already dripping for us. You want to be bred so badly, don’t you? Stuffed with cum and knocked up.”

“Come for him, girl. Let’s see how messy you can get.”