“All I know is that their insignia consists of the letters FB and an old Roman helmet. I still haven’t gotten a clear picture of that either.” Lev sounds more frustrated than usual. I can’t blame him. He’s been at it for months and still can’t turn up anything on this FB group.
I sigh, “Okay, boys, let’s get to work. We can worry about a wife once we handle this shit.”
If we don’t, there won’t be a need for a wife because our fathers will murder us.
33
ARIAH
The week started on a high note, but the end of the week could eat a bag of sore oozing dicks.
I can’t believe the bullshit that took place yesterday. Better believe as soon as I left school, I grilled Thomas, and then when I got home, I grilled Alex. Neither conversation provided me with the outcome I wanted. I’m still very much in the running to be Mrs. Stick Up Their Asses.
Kicking my locker shut with more force than necessary, causing it to make a loud bang, I skulk toward sixth period. I’ve ignored every message Owen and Wyatt sent, both individually and in the group chat. I’ve read every filthy thing they wrote, but they can stew. I’m angry and annoyed. I don’t feel much like talking at the moment, not even in response to their flirty banter.
I barely arrive when I feel my hair yanked back, my body on alert, ready to react when I crash against a hard chest.
“You’ve been bad, Angel of mine. I don’t much care for being ignored,” Owen croons, his words caressing the shell of my ear. Tingles bunch at the base of my spine, firing signals to my nipples, and they rise like the sun.
He pulls me into a corner next to my Civics class, never loosening the hold he has on my hair, and each tug makes the pulse in my neck beat harder.Pulling hair, definite pussy defibrillator.
I feel the press of something press against the raised peaks of my breasts. Flicking my gaze, I see the light reflecting off a sharp point.
“Is that a fucking knife?” My head goes light as the blood tries to leave my vagina and back to my brain.Move bitch!I jerk forward. Owen releases my hair and wraps the expanse of his palm across my throat, closing his fingers around my neck.
How the fuck do these guys keep catching me by my damn throat?Note to fucking self NO MORE corners.
“Shh shh shhh, calm yourself, Angel. If I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve done that weeks ago."
“Right, because holding a knife to my tits screams, ‘I’m safe with you,’” I grunt. Obviously, a knife can’t stop my smart mouth.
I feel the light sting as he drags the blade’s tip over my shirt, swirling its sharp point over my nipple. My black Aerosmith tee and bra do nothing to protect me from the sensations the blade brings. Jolts of something I don’t want to acknowledge stir inside me, starting at the pit of my stomach and climbing its way down to my traitorous pussy.
“Come now, Riah, don’t tell me you don’t like a light bite with your pleasure?” I feel the rumble of his voice on my back. His knife pressing against one peak as he grazes the tip of the finger on his other hand over the other.
I mewl a moan I’m sure can be heard by anyone walking by.
Shit. Am I attracted to this?
He does it again, this time gliding the tip across one nipple and pinching the other. My pussy jumps, clenching in protest, angry at being ignored.
“I know you’d be a good pain slut. You’ll be good for me, won’t you?” He asks, biting hard on my ear. I feel my juices leaking out. The sensations as he touches me all over wreak havoc on my body.
“Please,” I whisper.
He drags the blade down, stopping at the top of my leggings, and I almost cry out. He’s still nipping at my ear and plucking my nipple, but I need more. No longer caring that I’m at school or that we could be caught.
I hear and feel when he closes the switchblade, and then I feel the cold metal against my abdomen.
“I’m going to give you what you need this time, but the next time you ignore Wy or me, there won’t be a mixture of pain and pleasure. Do you understand me?”
I’m so needy. I shake my head without registering what he’s truly saying.
“Yesss,” I groan, but it’s not his finger finally answering my cries. He’s twisting my nipples as he rubs the base of his knife against my clit.
I grind my ass against a very hard and huge dick. My eyes pop open when I feel the entire length of him. I thought guys being that big only happened in porn.
“You feel what you do to me?” he asks. “If we weren’t in this hallway, you’d be on your knees, stuffed full of my cock.”
