My Bullies, My Lovers
Rae Knight · Completed · 181.5k Words
Introduction
I'm not sure that anyone, aside from myself, will ever get me to cu.m again, not since him. Is this what sx is going to be like the rest of my life? If so, shoot me now.
I would like to believe that I could keep to myself rather than continue this hopeless journey, but here I am, hovering over Kyle's face in hopes I'm wrong and he has somehow figured out how to bring me the pleasure I so desperately seek.
Nope. Nothing but fcking licks to my thigh. Come on, Kyle. You're killing me.
Three years I've gone without the torment of my bullies, thinking I left them behind in high school. God, was I wrong. Blaze, Thorne, and Ryder never left, they only watched from the shadows...waiting.
They've re-entered my life in whirlwind of violence, and to stop them, I offered myself in exchange. Little did I know what I was getting myself into, now being held captive in their home. All this time I thought they hated me, but I'm learning that wasn't it at all. There's a fine line between love and hate and I'm certainly walking it.
Chapter 1
Dedication To all the girls (and boys) who love their books dirty and their guys hot. I counted for you: cock is used 36 times, dick - 38, and fuck - 178. Now be a good girl (or boy) and turn the page.
Thorne, Blaze, and Ryder are waiting for you.
Tori POV
"Oh, yeah," I fake moan, as Kyle continues to lick at the wrong spot.
That's my inner thigh, Kyle. Can you really not tell the difference? You're twenty-fucking-two!
When his text came in proposing I come sit on his face, my deprivation prevented me from denying his request. I took an Uber, like an idiot, because my car is still sitting pretty at the shop with a starter that needs replacing and a ball joint that's as loose as an eighty-year-old woman's sagging tits. Hard to come up with the money at twenty-one, with a part-time job and college books to buy.
His hands grip at my thighs, pulling me down further toward his face with need...probably because he's in the wrong damn spot. My thighs burn in agony, hovering over him so I don't crush him. I don't want to suffocate a man with my labia.
I'm so bored, my gaze is fixated on the Rocky-fucking-Balboa poster he has hanging on the opposite wall.
How the hell did you get here, Tori?
When his hand aimlessly reaches up toward my breast, I take it, guiding it to his wanted destination. He squeezes too aggressively at first but realizes his mistake and eases, massaging it softly instead. Now, if he could just get his tongue in the right spot.
"Mmmm, yes. That's it," I throw in, needing to finish this already. I've gotten too good at faking it as of late.
Let's see...this will be the twenty-seventh time I've had to pretend I've had an orgasm? I'm not sure that anyone, aside from myself, will ever get me to come again- not since him.
Is this what sex is going to be like for the rest of my life? If so, shoot me now.
I would like to believe that I could keep to myself rather than continue this hopeless journey, but here I am, hovering over Kyle's face in hopes I'm wrong and he has somehow figured out how to bring me the pleasure I so desperately seek.
Nope. Nothing but fucking licks to my thigh. Come on, Kyle! You're killing me.
"Oh, yes!" I yell out in my convincingly fake tone as I start to grind my hips faster for show. His finger pinches at my nipple, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from wincing.
After this is done, I'll have to return the favor and choke on his soda can of a dick. I'm definitely getting the raw end of this deal. I tense my muscles as a muffled, high-pitched squeak leaves my mouth, allowing him to believe he got me to reach my peak.
My thighs are screaming as I hop off and die silently beside him in bed.
Stop skipping your trips to the gym, Tori. You're so out of shape.
Kyle immediately props himself up on his elbow with such a self-assured grin. I want to slap it straight off his face.
You're a fucking idiot, Kyle. But sure, feel good about yourself.
"That was faster than last time." He wiggles his brows as if I should be praising his skills, but it only annoys me further.
Shit, was it really?
"Yeah, I guess it was. It must have been the boob play." I pinch my lips together so tight, I almost make them disappear entirely into my mouth.
"Ready to return the favor?" He asks the question, but he's already taking his pants off as if he knows the answer. I'm not one to leave someone high and dry, so I'll do it, but after this, Kyle is on the block list. So useless.
His thick-ass dick jumps to life like a cobra ready to strike, the large veins throbbing with need and visible from across the room, pulsing all the blood to the pink tip of his cock.
"One second." I reach over the bed for my pants, digging in my pocket to pull out the dick lips I brought specifically for this. If I'm going to choke on his cock giving him head, then at least I'll make it taste good. I lick the gummy before sliding it down his cock- Suck Me Strawberry. The gummy tears slightly at the side, almost splitting apart and becoming useless, but thankfully it holds together, just barely.
From there, it's just a lot of sucking, gagging, licking, and rubbing until Kyle comes in my mouth without so much as a warning. I want to spit it all back out on him, telling him to open his mouth and swallow it his fucking self. I don't. Instead, I gulp down the slimy shit and get dressed.
Why do you do this crap, Tori? You know no one is going to erase the memory of him, no matter how hard you try.
"Well..." I slide my legs into my underwear, pulling them up so fast I almost trip. "This was, uhhh..." I'm searching the forgotten corners of my mind for a word to describe this dreadful experience as I grab my pants and shimmy into them.
"Amazing?" he offers. At this point, I don't care enough to come up with an adjective to describe what this really was.
"Sure." I nod as I spot my shirt on the nightstand, pulling it on as I make my way to the door. "Goodbye, Kyle."
I don't turn to look back at him, leaving before he can say anything more. Add another one to the books, Tori. You're on a roll.
"Where did you go last night?" Alicia hands me the cereal box, her thumb still skimming her phone, lost in endless doom scrolling. Her eyes stay glued to the screen, barely acknowledging my presence.
Join the Facebook group "The Knightly Page Turners" to connect with the author and fellow readers!
Last Chapters
#165 Chapter 165
Last Updated: 8/6/2026#164 Chapter 164
Last Updated: 8/6/2026#163 Chapter 163
Last Updated: 8/6/2026#162 Chapter 162
Last Updated: 8/6/2026#161 Chapter 161
Last Updated: 8/6/2026#160 Chapter 160
Last Updated: 8/6/2026#159 Chapter 159
Last Updated: 8/6/2026#158 Chapter 158
Last Updated: 8/6/2026#157 Chapter 157
Last Updated: 8/6/2026#156 Chapter 156
Last Updated: 8/6/2026
You Might Like 😍
One Weekend with the Billionaire
I open my mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a staggered breath and a small sigh. He chuckles, a low, rough rumble and then leans down and kisses the middle of my back.
I feel the tip of him again at my entryway. He pushes in slightly, and my body comes to life again. My muscles react to his presence, contracting and loosening, as if my body is trying to suck him deep inside.
He's my husband's boss, so this is supposed to be wrong.
So why does it feel so right?
Braxton Merriweather always gets what he wants. Now, he wants her--Julia Thompson, the wife of one of his workers. From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he knew he had to possess her in every way.
When Jeff Thompson takes him up on the bargain he proposes, Braxton is shocked. He's even more surprised when Mrs. Thompson agrees.
But now that he's had a taste of her, he wants more. How can he possess a woman who's already married to someone else?
Julia feels trapped by her marriage to her high school sweetheart. In the two years since they've been married, he's changed, and not for the better. When billionaire Braxton Merriweather shows interest in her, she's flattered. And intrigued. Is it possible that one of the richest men in the world could really want her?
And if so... what does she do about her husband?
One Weekend with the Billionaire is a sexy story for mature readers.
Invincible Upon Release: The Strongest Mage
Her family looked down on him, and even she herself said coldly: “You’re not worthy of being my husband.”
Everyone thought this newly released good-for-nothing was just a poor fool who’d taken the fall for his brother.
Thorne said nothing.
He merely raised his hand, gently pressing his bride’s forehead.
In an instant, the chaos in her eyes faded. Holy light surged from beneath the church, shooting into the sky.
The world’s only candidate for the Saintess, blessed with holy power, slowly opened her clear eyes before him.
The Alpha Of The Shadow Pack And His Mute Luna
Vanessa, the mute runt of a cursed litter, has only ever known cruelty and abuse. Her voice stolen by a witch’s spell, her freedom crushed by a brutal father, she’s been promised to a monster she doesn’t want. But fate intervenes when she’s left for dead—bleeding, broken, and bound—only to be rescued by Alpha Alfred of the Shadow Pack.
Alfred, fighting against a generational curse that has doomed his brothers to remain wolves forever, never expected his fated mate to be a fragile girl on the brink of death. But the moment he breathes in her scent, everything changes.
Together, they must confront the past, survive betrayal, and uncover the true key to breaking the curses that bind them. Will their bond be strong enough to save them both?
Tango with the Alpha's Heart
“He met her at the Alpha training camp,” he said. “She is a perfect suitor for him. It snowed last night, indicating that his wolf is happy with his choice.”
My heart sank, and tears made their way down my cheeks.
Alexander took my innocence last night, and now he is taking that thing in his office as his Luna.
Emily became the laughingstock of the pack on her 18th birthday and never expected the Alpha's son to be her mate.
After a night of passionate love, Emily finds out that her mate has taken a chosen mate. Heartbroken and humiliated, she disappears from the pack.
Now, five years later, Emily is a respected high-ranking warrior in King Alpha’s army.
When her best friend invites her to a night of music and laughter, she never expects to run into her mate.
Will her mate figure out it is her?
Will he chase after her, and most of all, will Emily be able to keep her secrets safe?
BROKEN TRUST
Neither of them knew she was carrying his child.
Emily’s affair didn’t just end her marriage—it erased the life she thought was guaranteed. Ryan left without looking back, carrying his anger like armor and leaving Emily alone with regret she would never outrun. Three years later, fate drags them back into each other’s world, along with a little girl who has Ryan’s eyes and a truth that shatters everything he thought he knew.
Old wounds reopen, grief masquerades as rage, and love refuses to stay buried. As parenthood binds them together and the past demands accountability, Emily and Ryan must face the question neither of them is ready to answer: is broken trust the end of their story… or the beginning of a love forged through loss, forgiveness, and brutal honesty?
Where The Ice Gives Way
Blake Atlas scents his mate the moment Charlotte arrives. The bond hits hard and unmistakable, but Charlotte doesn’t recognise it. She doesn’t know why her chest keeps pulling toward the one boy she absolutely cannot afford to want. Blake is Charlie’s new hockey captain. Charlie’s chance at making something good. Charlie makes it clear; his sister is off-limits and Blake tries to do the right thing, but secrets don’t stay buried forever. Rogues prowl the edges of town. The ice cracks. The bond tightens. Then Charlotte’s rare white wolf awakens, the very thing that makes her powerful, also makes her a target.
Shanti needs Shakti. (Peace needs strength.)
Where the Ice Gives Way is a slow-burn YA paranormal romance filled with fated mates, protective alpha energy, fierce sibling loyalty, found family pack bonds, hurt/comfort, and quiet, aching tension. It’s a story about first belonging, learning to be cared for, and what happens when the girl who has always held everyone else up finally falls, and someone catches her.
A pack of their own
The Billionaire's Mask (A Dark Steamy Romance)
From Substitute To Queen
Heartbroken, Sable discovered Darrell having sex with his ex in their bed, while secretly transferring hundreds of thousands to support that woman.
Even worse was overhearing Darrell laugh to his friends: "She's useful—obedient, doesn't cause trouble, handles housework, and I can fuck her whenever I need relief. She's basically a live-in maid with benefits." He made crude thrusting gestures, sending his friends into laughter.
In despair, Sable left, reclaimed her true identity, and married her childhood neighbor—Lycan King Caelan, nine years her senior and her fated mate. Now Darrell desperately tries to win her back. How will her revenge unfold?
From substitute to queen—her revenge has just begun!
Ignition And Ice; A Racer's Forbidden Blueprint
The first? Becoming an architect worthy of finally making her mark.
The second?
Convincing herself that one day, Hayes Gallagher–NHL superstar, lifelong best friend, and the man she’s secretly loved for years–will finally see her as more than the girl who’s always there when he needs her.
He doesn’t.
So when Hayes abandons her for yet another girl, Merritt decides she’s done waiting.
One reckless night later, she ends up in the arms of a stranger whose touch makes forgetting Hayes dangerously easy.
She never expects to see him again. Until that stranger turns out to be Stellan Mercer.
Formula One’s most infamous golden boy. And Hayes’s stepbrother who is the one man Hayes would rather destroy than share a room with.
When Stellan uses his influence to make Merritt lead designer on his luxury penthouse project, staying away from him becomes impossible.
Working behind closed doors quickly turns into a secret neither of them can afford. Because the more Merritt falls for the man she was never supposed to touch… the more Hayes realizes he may have lost the only girl who ever truly loved him.
And when jealousy, family rivalry, and the spotlight collide, Merritt will have to decide which dream she’s willing to lose.
Her career, her heart. Or both.
Dangerous Love with the Mafia
Driven out by her adoptive mother and sexually harassed by her boss, she stumbles into a seedy bar, desperate to drown her sorrows. There she meets Alex: sharp, devastatingly handsome, and impossibly charming.
What starts as a wild one-night stand blossoms into a tender, almost surreal romance—art galleries, riverside walks, and whispered promises that feel too perfect to be real. But when Alex vanishes without a word after a morning of gentle intimacy, Sarah is left with a hollow ache and a creeping doubt.
Their encounter was no accident. Behind Alex's blue eyes and skilled touch lies a darkness far deeper than she ever imagined—and the love that burned so bright may come with a price that could destroy her.
Offside Temptation
Ethan Ryder was a disaster waiting to happen. Hot-headed, reckless, and constantly one bad decision away from ruining his career. I was supposed to hate him. Instead, I memorized him. I learned exactly how to push his buttons on the ice just to see the fire in his eyes.
When he grabbed my jersey in that locker room and kissed me in front of twenty cameras, it wasn't a mistake. It was the moment the line between hatred and obsession finally snapped. The media called it a scandal. They called us a divorced couple. But they didn't see the way Ethan trembled when I cornered him in the hallway afterward.
"You're staring again," he whispered, his back hitting the wall.
"You're still here," I replied calmly, stepping close enough to feel his erratic pulse.
He thought I was cold. He thought I was controlled. He didn't realize that every time he looked at me, I was fighting the urge to completely destroy the distance between us.
Now, the league is forcing us to live together, train together, and smile for the cameras to fix our public image. But the more time we spend alone in my apartment, the harder it is to pretend I just want to play hockey...
