Forced By My Bullies (Forced Love #1)

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Chapter 18

I woke up to a delicious smell of food. My stomach grumbled angrily, informing that I had not eaten anything since yesterday evening. I excitedly open my eyes. Happy for some nourishment, I needed it for me to be able to face the day with my three captors using my body however they like.

I opened my eyes sleepily, squinting to see where my food was located.

It was in the hands of Milo. A silent, half-naked Milo with a small apron full of heart designs thrown on his front.

Say whaaaaaaaaaat?

I might have laugh so much at the get-up because I wouldn’t have expected that to happen in a million years.

Might have. But I was jealous. For the second time.

Surely he didn’t buy that girly apron deliberately? Someone must have given it to him. Some girl maybe.

Milo saw me frowning at his apron. “What?”

I gulped. Should I ask?

“Who gave you that apron?” My mouth let out before my brain could stop it.

Milo’s forehead also crunched into a frown, but he answered, “T’was my mother’s.” He climbed up onto the bed and leaned into my face. I tried to lean away from the close proximity.

“Don’t.” He ordered, I stopped moving away.

“You’re jealous.”

“I’m not.” I lied.

An amused, happy glint came into his eyes.

“Don’t let Sasha catch you lying like that, slut. He will punish you. The motherfucker’s all about rules and honesty.” He said in his deep, deep voice that made the sexual kitten inside of me purr in heat. I couldn’t stop myself from inhaling Milo’s scent. It was a manly musk with a hint of soap. It was intoxicating.

“Katie.” I said, trying to divert my attention from his lips that were too perfectly shaped like a woman’s.

“What?”

“Katie is my name, Milo. If you three really plan to have a child with me, you and George should start calling me by my name. I won’t have my child saying ‘slut’ or ‘bitch’ or any bad words for that matter to anyone, especially to me, the mother.” I said. It was probably the longest thing I had said to him since I met him over six years ago. He knew this that’s why he was staring at me, shocked that I did that. I stared right back at him. Daring him to go batshit crazy on me.

I didn’t know how I suddenly got a backbone, or where I got it. But the idea of me being a mother and having a kid of my own made my womanly instincts spike up.

If I was going to be a mother, I was gonna do it right.

“Nice.” Milo uttered, amazed at what he just heard from me.

“Children.” He said after a full minute of staring at me.

“Children?”

“Yes. More than five if I have my way.” He spoke so seriously. Gone was the amused Milo, now he was looking at me like he wanted to devour me.

I gaped at him incredulously. More than five!? I could not possibly—

He took advantage of my opened mouth and swept his tongue inside. French kissing me passionately as he wrapped me in a tight embraceI immediately responded, kissing him back, our tongues clashing together wetly. I ran my fingers through his long, soft hair, and I was rewarded by him groaning in pleasure. My naked body was rubbing lovingly against his apron-covered front, although I could feel his hard-on pressing at me.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for months.” He stated after he pulled back reluctantly. Both of us flushed and catching our breaths.

I inhaled sharply at what he said. “Months? That long?”

He nodded, looking at my red, swollen lips like he wanted to get back to kissing it.

“That day when we burned you’re backpack, you were crying… you were biting you lower lip—“ His thumb traced my lower lip, his hooded eyes following the digit while I was barely breathing. “—and it looked so plump and so soft that I just wanted to…”

His eyes then went back to mine, the gorgeous orbs full of dark lust that I just wanted to get consumed by it.

“And then you went away for the whole fucking summer, and came back looking like you just had the time of your life while we were fucking miserable for the whole of it.” He said angrily, suddenly pulling my head, and then he was kissing me again. Roughly and harder this time. He’s making me feel the anger he was feeling, I thought, and also the passion and lust.

When he pulled back and released me, I was panting hard like I just swam a hundred laps in an Olympic swimming pull. My head was also reeling with what he just revealed to me.

They were miserable without me.

“You’re so hot.” Milo breathed hotly against my lips. His forehead against mine while he stared soul-deep into my eyes.

He’s right. I was feeling hot. My body was once again awoken by lust. I seriously wanted him do me.

As if reading my mind, he said, “Later. I will fuck you again. For now, eat while your food is hot. You’re gonna need it for later.” He informed me, fire still burning in his eyes as they scanned my whole body hungrily.

He stood to leave, but stopped when he was at the door. With his back facing me, he said, “I don’t regret taking you against your will, you know. It was probably the best decision I ever made. Making you ours. But you were right… about us name-calling you. Our children are lucky to have you as their mother… Katie.” And then he was gone.

I sat there on the bed with my mouth hanging open for the nth time.

Oh my heart, stop beating so fast.

Second day had just begun and it’s already full of surprises. What else?

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