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.

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

to F*ck you. I want to know what  Reed sees in you to act like a pussy when you’re  around.” He groans tugging at my hair harder. I

into his side harshly. The action  has him wrenching back in shock and it is enough  to move out his arms. My breathing

grasp the knob  when the man pulls me back and pushes me into  the desk. I gasped when the

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

dark in rage and face pinched  in anger. I remember seeing him talking to Blake  and Ryan on

boxing Ryan had taken a liking to football.  But I never studied him enough to know 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 mean you must’ve tasted good to have  Blake

 desk until I grasp a pencil. Feeling to see if it was  sharpened, I mentally sighed when it was. “The  only thing you’ll be tasting is a pencil pierced  through your d*ck if you come near me.”

in front of me,  holding me down with his weight. I was pressed on  the desk with his body on

pressure of his weight on my small

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

uses his other hand  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 with a

 and pushes my head on the desk, until my entire  upper body is fully on the desk. My nails dig into  his arm scratching as I try to get out of

earlier. My throat

body to  keep me