Gilded Fake (Willow Heights Prep Academy: The Envy #4)

prologue

2 YEARS AGO

Colt Darling

I was going to give Lo a taste of her own medicine.

My cock throbbed in my jeans, and I had to fight the urge to just grab her and fuck her senseless, the way she deserved. She wasn’t a virgin anymore. She was indestructible. If she could take the Dolces, she could take a serious pounding. If she could hold her head high after the humiliation of letting them share her with their friends, she could take whatever I dished out.

And I wanted to humiliate her. I wanted to see her a sniveling mess, the way they made my sister. I wanted to see her crawl and beg and cry. I wanted to show her how it felt to be an outcast, to be helpless to stop the train of fate from smashing into you, leaving nothing but a smear of blood on the tracks where your life used to be. I wanted to hurt her, to destroy her. I wanted to do it so well she begged for more, begged like a pathetic dog for me to use and abuse her any way I wanted, just so she didn’t lose me.

But I also didn’t want to waste this. Not for her sake, but for mine. I wanted to forget who she was and savor this moment like I had the first time, this time knowing it might be the last time I fucked a hot stranger. Because we were still strangers, despite having spent a few hours together. I didn’t know anything about her family, her preferences, her past. I didn’t need to know her to fuck her, but I wanted more than a rage fuck as revenge for what she’d participated in. I wanted to pretend she was someone else, to savor this like the last time, to let it be something I could replay in my mind until it faded at the edges like a treasured letter that’s been read a thousand times, soft with wear, every line familiar and beloved.

“Now you,” she said, her bare toes curling on the bamboo hardwood. She was shivering, and her nipples were pinched into tight, pink buds. I could see gooseflesh on her flat stomach, but she didn’t cross her arms to hide herself or try to stay warm.

I smirked at her. “Where are your manners, princess?”

She swallowed. “Please?”

“Atta girl,” I said, peeling off my shirt and tossing it beside the bed.

“Oh,” she said, her eyes rounding. “You have more tattoos.”

I grinned and tensed my pecs for her, running my palm over my inked skin and down my abs. “Those aren’t the only ones.”

Her mouth formed a little “o” as she stared at me, her eyes wide. “You have more under your jeans?”

“You’ll see.”

“Can I?” she asked. “Please?”

I tipped my chin at her. “Get on your knees.”

She hesitated, her jaw clenching, but then she slowly lowered herself to her knees. I was ready to explode just seeing the bitch who ran our school beside the psychotic king, now naked on her knees for me. She tossed her hair back and looked up at me, a defiant spark in her eyes.

“Look at you,” I said, my eyes drinking in her creamy skin, her hard pink nipples. “So pretty on your knees for me, ready to worship me like I’m your king.”

“Now can I see?” she asked.

“Crawl to me,” I ordered.

She glared for a second, her cheeks going pink in the cutest way. I liked her defiance, and I liked knowing she was going to obey despite it. Begrudgingly, she lowered her hands to the floor. Her shoulders rose as she took a breath, and then she began to crawl across the hardwood toward me. My cock strained painfully against my jeans as I watched her fuming all the way to me, her hair hanging down her arms, her bare ass exposed.

“So fucking perfect,” I breathed. “Crawling like a good girl. Come to your king.”

When she reached me, she sat back on her heels and looked up at me. Her face was scarlet now.

“Now can I see?” she asked. “Please?”

I ran my hand over the top of her head. “Good girl. You can look.”

She swallowed and rose onto her knees before undoing my belt. My cock jerked when she brushed it through my jeans, and she bit her lip and slowly undid the button, then lowered my zipper. She slid my jeans down over my hips, then hooked her fingers into the waistband of my boxers. She hesitated and lifted her gaze to mine. “May I?”

“You were a perfect, obedient demon princess,” I told her. “I said you could look.”

She tugged my boxers off my stiff cock and lowered them, a gasp escaping her lips. “You’re pierced,” she said, running her thumb over one of the four silver balls placed around the head of my cock.

“Those are for me,” I said, rubbing my thumb over the pubic piercing. “This is for you.”

“I’ve never seen a pierced one…”

She wrapped her hand around my shaft, and a drop of precum oozed out. Gloria knelt up, pulling my cock to her mouth and sweeping her tongue over the tip, licking up the droplet.

A shudder ran through my entire body at the sight of her lapping me up.

She ran her tongue around the head of my cock, then moaned, a little shiver going through her when her tongue moved over the hardware. She slid her mouth down over the tip, and I was tempted to let her show me how much she’d improved.

I had to force myself to stop, because the hot suck of her mouth felt like I’d died and gone to fucking heaven. But I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back before I lost my mind. “I said you could see. Not touch. Not taste.”

“Oh,” she gasped. “I’m sorry. I thought…”

“That’s not your job.”

“What?”

“You don’t need to think,” I said. “Just obey.”

She swallowed and glanced from me to the bed before nodding.

“Get on the bed.”

“Now?”

I didn’t say anything. After a long moment, she rose from her knees. I could see her legs trembling, and I remembered the way she shook last time. Now I knew why. She’d been a nervous virgin. But not this time.

“Good girl,” I said, standing back to look at her, to take in every inch of the bitch queen laid out for me to do with as I would. Every day at school she was hard as steel, coated with the impenetrable armor of her status and attitude. But now she was stripped bare for me, soft and vulnerable and obedient to my command, her flawless body spread before me like the most delicious feast.

First, I’d feast my eyes. I took my time, my gaze taking in her long blonde hair spread out on the bed, her face with the newly discovered freckles, her slender but muscular shoulders, strong from cheer. Her arms were tan, but under her clothes, her skin was fair and prickled with gooseflesh. I took in her defined collarbones, her perfect tits with their small, pink nipples now stiff with cold. Her ribs showed, and her belly was a perfect swoop that showed her hipbones, something so sexy it made my cock throb, and the tiny dip of her bellybutton beckoned. Below that, the swell of her mound begged for attention, smooth and bare as the rest of her skin.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice trembling, her eyes wide and almost afraid.

“I’m memorizing every inch of you, so I can imagine it when you’re cutting me down at school,” I said. “So I can remember what you look like without your armor.”

“Don’t,” she said, pressing her knees together and starting to turn.

I caught her feet and pressed them to the mattress. “Don’t hide from me. Don’t hide from anyone. You deserve the worship you get at school. You’re fucking flawless, Gloria Walton.”

“I’m not,” she said, sliding her hand over the little scar on her lower belly.

I leaned down and pulled her hand away, my gaze lingering on the scar I remembered feeling last time. It really was her, the girl who snuck in here to throw away her virginity in the dark, to a stranger who didn’t even believe her and treat her gently. A stranger who didn’t know who she was, but who woke up with her blood dried on his cock.

The thought made another drop of precum ooze from my tip, and I almost groaned with the memory of her tight cunt strangling my cock when I entered her for the first time. I pulled my focus to her long, tan legs, her muscular calves and the pink polish on her dainty toes.

“I’m cold,” she said, a plea in her voice.

“Patience, butterfly,” I said, slowly stroking my cock from base to tip, my fingers popping over the piercings. “I’m about to make you as hot as you’re making me.”

“Yes, please,” she whispered.

“That’s a good girl,” I said, gripping her knees and pulling her around so her hips were close to the edge of the bed. “You’re so pretty when you beg.” I drew her knees open and knelt on the floor between them. Using my first and middle fingers, I stroked from the underside of her ass along the outside of her pussy lips, all the way up to her bare mound. She’d had hair the last time, but now she was completely smooth, without a trace of stubble. I moved my fingers apart, spreading her cunt wide. Then I leaned in and took a slow, deep breath.

“Even your cunt is fucking perfect,” I said, sitting back and admiring the fucking masterpiece between her thighs. A tremor went through her legs, but I pulled her knee further open, spreading her pussy lips and taking in the sight of her bare, pink cunt open and waiting for me to use it any way I wanted.

“What are you doing?” she whispered again.

“I’m admiring the cunt that made me beg.” I pinched my fingers in, squeezing her clit between them. She gasped, and her clit throbbed so hard it slipped from between my fingers. I slid the two fingers downward, stroking her wet slit.

I stroked up and down through her inner lips until she was soaking wet for me. Her heart may have been cold as ice, but her pussy was hot and glistening with her need for me, her clit swollen and throbbing when I touched it. I teased it with my fingertip until she whimpered and squirmed on the bed, and then I pushed a finger deep inside her. She sucked in a breath and arched her back.

“Colt,” she gasped.

“That’s right, Butterfly,” I said, slowly moving my finger in a circle inside her. “I like the sound of my name on your lips while I play with your pretty little pussy.”

“That feels so good,” she moaned.

“I’m going to finger your cunt until you cum for me,” I promised her. “And then I’m going to lick it up one drop at a time until you give me all of it. When you’re empty, I’m going to fill you with my cock until you’re the one begging, and then I’m going to give you my cum—if you beg pretty enough.”

“Please,” she whimpered, her fingers curling into the sheets as mine glided into her slick pink cunt. I pushed another finger in and stroked them slowly inside her until she was gasping and trembling, her thighs quaking and her hands fisting the sheets. I used my other hand to spread her open wider, stroking her clit as it hardened and pulsed for me, a delicious little pink bud that I wanted to suck until it melted on my tongue.

I held back, taking my time. I wanted to watch her, not miss a single moment of her complete surrender to me. I felt power swell inside me when I took in her perfect body laid out and trembling helplessly for my touch. It was the body of a queen, a woman worthy of a king, the body Royal got to fuck whenever he wanted. Today, though, I owned her pleasure, her submission.

“Colt,” she cried, her narrow hips jerking as I fucked her with my fingers.

“That’s right, butterfly,” I murmured. “I want to hear you moan my name while you cum for me.”

“Oh god…” She gasped out between breaths.

“Wrong answer,” I said. “That’s not my name. Say it, Queen Gloria. Who’s your king now?” I pressed harder on the spot inside her that made her gasp before.

“Oh god, it’s you, Colt,” she whispered, and I felt the squeeze and throb of her cunt as she finally let go, the wet heat of her cum bathing my fingers. I stroked my thumb slowly over her clit, and it pulsed against my touch, her sheath still fluttering around my fingers.

“That’s my good girl,” I murmured, keeping my fingers inside while I leaned in and tasted her, working my tongue slowly over her until she was shaking and crying my name again. When I felt her start to pulse, I slid my fingers out and spread her open, pushing my tongue as deep inside her as I could reach, so I could taste her cum and feel her shatter for me again.

This time, I slid onto the bed beside her when she was done. Her face was flushed, her eyes dazed, her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath. She was so fucking perfect I wanted to keep fucking her all day. Instead, I leaned down and kissed her softly, then traced my fingers over her lips, coating them with her release.

“What are you doing?” she managed.

“You taste so fucking good,” I murmured, running my tongue over her lips, licking off her cum before sliding my fingers into her mouth this time.

Her blue eyes went wide, and she just stared up at me, her long lashes fluttering.

“Suck it off, my pretty little thing,” I whispered into her ear. “I want to taste your cunt while my cock is buried inside it.”

Her lips closed around my fingers, tentatively sucking.

“That’s it,” I murmured. “Keep sucking just like that.” The sensation of her tongue moving against my skin made my cock throb so hard my head spun, and a drop of precum slid onto her hip. I moved on top of her and reached down to rub the head of my cock through her soaking wet slit.

She shuddered under me when she felt the hard metal against her soft, swollen flesh. Then she turned her head away, spitting out my fingers. “Let me watch,” she said. “I’ve never been with a guy who was pierced.”

I chuckled and knelt between her thighs, grabbing the two pillows and stuffing them under her shoulders when she leaned up on her elbows. She reached down to spread her pussy open with one hand, her delicate pink nails looking so innocent even as she fingered her engorged clit.

“Atta girl,” I said. “But you know how thick I am. You’re going to have to open that pretty little pussy wider if you’re going to take me with these piercings. I know you want people to think your legs are sewn together, but I’ve seen you spread them on the football field.”

She gave a little huff, but she spread her knees wider, almost doing a full splits for me, revealing just how flushed and swollen her cunt was, dripping and ready for me to fuck her. I grabbed my cock again, coating the head in her slipperiness before pushing it against her clit, grinding the metal ball on the bottom of my tip slowly over the nub I’d sucked until it was a bright, angry shade of red. It throbbed, and my cock responded. Another drop of precum oozed from the glistening tip, leaking over the metal hardware before trickling onto her slick flesh.

She reached down, gripping my cock and pushing me against her opening. “I’m ready,” she said, letting her blonde hair fall down behind her as she lifted her body to meet mine.

“That’s right, Butterfly,” I said. “Work that thirsty pussy down over my cock. I’ll water it with cum until it can’t hold another drop.”

She squirmed under me, lying her shoulders back and raising her hips higher, forcing herself onto my cock, impaling her greedy little pussy with a few inches of my shaft.

“Help me,” she whimpered. “Please, Colt. I need you.”

“That’s right,” I say. “Beg for me just like that. Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck me,” she begged. “Please, god. Colt. I want to feel you inside me. I need you.”

“That’s it,” I said, gripping her hip and leaning forward onto my palm, easing up inside her so she could feel the piercings against her walls as her cunt stretched around my girth. “Keep going. You’re doing so fucking good.”

“Please,” she gasped between panting breaths. “Don’t make me talk. Just fuck me.”

I chuckled and shoved my cock in the last few inches, burying it to the hilt inside her. She was so wet I wanted to cum already, between the sensation of her drenched heat and the metal squeezed against her walls. She shuddered, her eyes fluttering closed. I watched her face, usually so poised and painted, twisted into the most derisive smirks, now relaxed and lost in the pure bliss of oblivion. I pumped into her bare, pink cunt, watching it take my thick cock to the hilt with each pass.

“Harder,” she moaned. “Make it hurt.”

No one had ever asked me for pain before, and I wasn’t sure if it was hot or disturbing, but my body seemed eager to comply with her request. My cock throbbed inside her, and I had to slow down to keep from losing control. I kissed her, my tongue stroking hers, tasting her pussy while my cock owned it. I pulled back after a while and squeezed her tit, pinching her nipple until she gasped. “Look at me when I’m inside you,” I commanded, tugging on her nipple until she opened her eyes. “I want to know I’m the only thing on your mind when I’m fucking you raw.”

She swallowed and nodded, and her eyes widened when I slammed into her so hard the bed knocked against the wall. Her hot, slick cunt squeezed tight around me, and I gripped her thigh, pressing it to the bed. She tensed, a stitch pulling between her brows in a little frown of pain and her mouth falling open as she sucked in a shaky breath. She gripped my arms, her nails biting into my bare skin, but she didn’t push me away.

Her eyes were shiny with tears, but she only whispered, “Bruise me.”

I tightened my grip until she winced, and then I pounded her as hard as I could, slamming into her little body until I was sure it would break. Finally, she cried out, arching up and digging her nails in deeper. Then she grabbed her knees, pulling them up so she was folded in half, offering up her pussy for my pleasure.

I took it, gripping the backs of her thighs and pounding into her, relishing the sloppy sounds of her wet cunt taking my frenzied strokes. When my fingers tightened as I got close, I felt her cunt clenching around my shaft. I slowed my pace and angled my hips so the head of my cock hit the spot that made her cum before and my pubic piercing hit her clit, and then I watched. She went wild, bucking and crying out my name in breathy little pleas that sounded so sweet I couldn’t hold back.

I buried myself to the hilt, grinding into her and letting myself go at last. My cock expanded, the piercings pinching a little from the stretch, and then my climax slammed into me, and cum spurted from my tip into her clenching, raw core. It was like the last time, and for a second I swore I didn’t know where the fuck I was. I’d never cum so hard in my life. My whole body was shaking, straining to go deeper than was humanly possible. I might have blacked out for a second. The next thing I knew, I was just lying there on top of her, stroking her hair, her face buried in my neck. We were both sweating, and I could smell her shampoo in her damp strands.

My cock was still twitching inside her every few seconds, squeezing the last drops of cum into her core. Her walls clenched in response, and a little shiver went through me every time. I wanted to gloat that I turned the bitch queen into a quivering, helpless mess, but I was too spent by that orgasm to even try. If she was a mess, so was I.

“Holy fuck,” I muttered against the soft strands of her hair.

“Not a fluke then,” she said with a breathy little laugh, circling her arms around me to press them flat on my shoulder blades.

“Am I crushing you?”

“Just stay there for a minute. I couldn’t move right now if I wanted to.”

“You’re on birth control, right?”

“Yes, dumbass.”

“I told you I was going to cum inside you,” I reminded her. “You didn’t object, so I figured.”

She sighed and wrapped her legs around me. “Too bad you’re such a loser. I could get used to this.”

I chuckled and kissed her head. “You could leave your throne to hang out in the gutter with me.”

“My family would disown me.”

I lifted myself and gingerly slid out of her, watching her wince at the tenderness I’d left from pounding into her so hard. My grip had left red marks on her thighs. “You good?” I asked.

“Perfect,” she said, rolling toward me and throwing her leg over mine. She ran her fingers down my side, following the octopus inked over my hip. A wave of goosebumps raced over my skin at her touch. She grinned. “So, you do have more ink under your clothes. How’d you get all this?”

“Maverick and Mad Dog,” I said, nudging her ear until she lifted for me to slide my arm under to pillow her head. “When I was in the hospital for my hand, Mav was my roommate. He got shanked or some gang shit. We started out hating each other, but after about a day, we’d worked shit out to tolerate each other. By the time we were discharged, I had a pass to do my thing on their side of town. I go in and drum up business while I’m getting inked, and they come to my stuff and do their thing.”

“Wow,” Gloria said, lightly scratching her nail over my nipple to make it harden. “You’re a badass little rebel boy, aren’t you?”

“Little?” I asked, quirking a brow.

“Well, you know,” she said with a wicked grin. “I’m used to Royal.”

“Aw, fuck you,” I said, shoving her head off my arm. “You ruined it.”

She giggled and gripped my legs with hers. “It’s not a bad thing,” she protested. “I’m just used to it hurting more. There’s such a thing as too big.”

“That’s not helping,” I grumbled.

She opened her mouth like she might say something more, then closed it, her expression sobering.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she said. “It’s just… You’re not how I thought you’d be.”

“You’ve thought about fucking me before?” I asked with a grin, lifting my arm behind her head again.

She made a face. “God no. You’re like gum on the bottom of the shoes of the guys I pull.”

I just shook my head. “It’s Bye Week, Butterfly. You can be real and stop faking it one fucking moment of your life, can’t you?”

“Fine,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “I just meant you were different than I thought you’d be when we came in here today.”

“How so?” I asked, turning my head to see her face.

“Nothing,” she said, tracing her finger down the center of my abs. “It’s dumb.”

“I just licked your asshole,” I reminded her. “I think we’re past being shy.”