Page 81 of Satan's Spawn
This has a mirage of images with her and other guys appearing in my head. I’m 99.9% positive Rebecca has never been dicked down before, and 100% positive it will never happen with any one of these assholes at Riverside Prep.
Especially that piece of guzzling cum buckets Felix Crimson. I’ll willingly join the Peace Corp before letting him have the satisfaction of taking her virginity.
Rebecca Shaw’s standardized twat will be drier than a Saudi desert in August if I have anything to do with it.
“Oh, I’ve already made it my business,Rebecca.” Her name comes out like sulfuric acid on my tongue.
“It’s Bex.” She growls back. “Now excuse me, I have people actually worth my time and energy waiting for me.”
Rebecca peeks over my shoulder, her eyebrows knitting slightly before reaching for her freshly made drink.
“There a problem?” I ask, sporting a satisfied grin.
“Not at all.” She takes several long gulps of the alcohol as her eyes search every corner of the backyard.
Leaning down close, close enough to smell the salt on Rebecca’s skin and the lavender in her hair—I breathe in deep to savor the scent until I decide to get close to her again.
Devil’s are stingy with their attention.
I can hear trembles of Rebecca’s breath as the tip of my tongue licks the bead of sweat forming by her neck. Pretty sure people are watching, also pretty sure I no longer give a fuck. If a public display of ownership is what all these less than average punks need to know she’s not for them, then so be it.
It’s better than carving their small cock sizes into each of their foreheads and risking another complaint to Beaumont.
“Crayton…” Rebecca says my name breathlessly, both afraid and aroused.
It’s everything I wanted out of this moment.
I run a thumb down the length of her neck by the mark I left, ignoring the gasps surrounding us as I say, “You’re lookin’ a bit anxious, Little Ghost.” My lips find her ear and whisper, “Need me to take out my blade again so you can settle down?”
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BEX
Son of a freaking bitch.
I hate Crayton. Detest him.
Loathe him.
Wish a plague on his entire dorm room.
Sorry Saint.
How the hell did he know? How the hell did this bastard know I was turned on when he had his knife to my throat?
If there was ever a time I regret not throwing his ass under the preparatory school bus it’s right now as he swaggers into Sampson’s house drinking the rest ofmydrink.
“Leave the sex to those who are actually allowed to have it” is what the asshole told me before stealing my glass and handing me a damn Shirley Temple.
One I didn’t even hear him order.
Ugh.
Why the hell did I come here? I should’ve gone with my first instinct and steered clear of this party like I intended.
But Hendrix and Archer had to go and give me hope that I can actually one-up this teenage monster with short shorts and a hot guy.
Who is nowhere to be found, by the way. Along with my two traitorous friends who aren’t even answering their phones.
