Page 64 of The Rebel of Raleigh High
That he couldn’t keep his dick hard enough to humiliate me by coming inside me.
“Don’t just fucking sit there, staring.” He snatches a towel from the counter, wrapping it around his waist, then wipes his nose with the back of his hand. “Get on with it, for fuck’s sake. It’s early. There’s a party still going on downstairs.”
Sam doesn’t need a second invitation.
He climbs on top of me and does what Jake could not.
Cillian follows.
When they’re done, they release me…
…and one by one they take turns in spitting on my cold, bloodied, naked body.
The sound of their laughter rings in my ears as they leave the bathroom.
Jake pauses a second in the doorway, revulsion raging like a storm in his eyes. “If you tell anyone that I couldn’t,” he whispers, “I’ll make your life a living hell, Silver Parisi. I’ll make your life so unbearable that you’ll do us all a favor and kill yourself beforeIhave to do it fucking for you.”
