Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

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.

at my black tresses. I yelped, feeling  my scalp burn from

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

and it is enough  to move out his

to grasp the knob  when the man pulls me back and pushes me

turn around swiftly and I’m shocked to see a boy  my age instead

muscular, eyes dark in rage and face pinched  in anger. I remember seeing him talking to Blake

Ryan’s teammates. Whilst Blake  loved boxing Ryan had taken a liking to football.  But I never studied him enough to know

 of vision and smirks. “Don’t even think about it

 only thing you’ll be tasting is a pencil pierced

with his weight. I was pressed on

his weight

 harden cock presses on my thigh. Now on high  alert, I didn’t think twice as I stabbed his upper  arm with the pencil, taking joy when he screams in

uses his other hand  to smack me against my face. My head snaps to  the side and

 and pushes my head on the desk, until my entire  upper body is fully on the desk. My nails dig into

louder than I had  done earlier. My throat hurts but I

his body to  keep me still as one of his hands comes