Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste novel 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.

“Shut the F*ck up whore!” The guy roars then he  pulls cruelly at my black tresses. I yelped, feeling  my scalp burn from the brutal force.

“I just want 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  gritted my teeth. I rather die than let him touch  me.

I jab my elbow into his side harshly. The action  has him wrenching back in shock and it is enough  to move out his arms. My breathing is rough as I  run towards the door.

My hands only had the chance to grasp the knob  when the man pulls me back and pushes me into  the desk. I gasped when the sharp end of the  wooden desk dug into my stomach.

I turn around swiftly and I’m shocked to see a boy  my age instead of the man I initially thought.

He’s muscular, eyes dark in rage and face pinched  in anger. I remember seeing him talking to Blake  and Ryan on the field.

He was one of Ryan’s teammates. Whilst Blake  loved boxing Ryan had taken a liking to football.  But I never studied him enough to know his name.  He never showed interest either to know mine.

I righted myself and stared 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 mean you must’ve tasted good to have  Blake follow you around like a lost puppy.”