Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Chapter 26

Chapter 26

skin of my neck. Nausea rolls in  my stomach when one of his slimy fingers crawl to  touch between my legs. The closed wooden door is  staring at me, mocking me. 

I could taste my salty tears as I choke on a sob.  Why is this happening to me? The man pinches the  flesh of my vagina and groans beside my ear. My  crying got louder as I thrashed more intensely in  his arms. 

“Please stop!” I cried but it’s incoherent as he  continues to add pressure on my mouth. My heart  is pounding as fear locks me into it’s embrace. 

“I heard you let Reed F*ck you whenever he  wants.” He breathes beside my ear roughly. His  voice sends shivers of disgust down my spine. 

I fight against him, pushing my heels on his boot  cladded feet. He hisses removing his hand from in  between my thighs. “I just want a little taste too .”  He laughs cockily. 

I force my mouth to open under the pressure of his  hand and fortunately bite into the flesh of his palm 

harshly until I could taste the coppery tang of  blood. “F*cking bitch!” He roars and removes his  hand away from my mouth. 

“Help!” I screamed as loud as I could, hoping and  praying that someone would hear me. “Help!” I  shout again thrashing around trying to break free  from the arm he had wrapped around my torso. 

then he  pulls cruelly at my black tresses. I yelped, feeling  my

in you to act like a pussy when you’re  around.” He groans tugging at my hair harder. I  gritted my teeth. I

back in shock and it is enough  to move out his arms. My breathing

me into  the desk. I gasped when the sharp end of the  wooden desk dug into

to see a boy

 in anger. I remember seeing him talking to Blake  and Ryan on

one of Ryan’s teammates. Whilst Blake  loved boxing Ryan had taken a liking to football.  But I

at the door that he  now blocked with his huge frame. He sees my line  of vision and smirks. “Don’t even think about it  bitch. You’re not leaving here until I get a taste of  you. I

“The  only thing you’ll be tasting is a pencil pierced

 holding me down with his weight. I was pressed on  the desk with his body on

of his weight on my

Now on high  alert, I didn’t think twice as I stabbed his upper  arm

 to smack me against my face. My head snaps to  the side and the force has my gla*ses flying off. It  hits the floor

 upper body is fully on the desk. My nails dig into  his arm scratching

 done earlier. My throat hurts

the F*ck up!” He hisses and uses his body to  keep me still

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