The Rebel of Raleigh High (Raleigh Rebels #1) - Callie Hart Page 0,95
flinch as he greedily saws through the pretty red bow between the cups of my bra. My breasts spring free, and frightening tension begins to mount in the room.
“Shit, Silver. You’ve been holding out on us,” Cillian says thickly. “Who knew you were hiding those bad boys underneath your clothes all this time. Fuck, look at her nipples. They’re so fucking pink.”
Sam uses a knee to pin my hands, reaching for me, cupping me in his hands, his fingers pinching painfully at my nipples, rolling them as he grins down at me. “God damn. And here I was, thinking this’d be a waste of time. If I put my dick in your mouth, Parisi, are you gonna suck it for me?”
Jake punches him hard in the shoulder. “Wait your fucking turn, asshole. I brought her to the table. I get to fuck her first.”
“All right, man. All right! No need to get shitty.” Sam leans back, his weight on my wrists, and the pain is excruciating. I breathe in deep through my nose, trying to compartmentalize it, distance myself from it, but it’s just too much. Jake’s gaze crawls over my skin, feasting on me. He sits back on his heels, looking at me, and I’m dreading what will come next, but I don’t look away. I meet his gaze, burning my hatred into him.
“You’re blocking the view, man,” Cillian complains.
“Shut the fuck up,” Jake snaps. “We’ve got all night, haven’t we?”
Cillian mumbles something inaudible and unhappy in return, but Jake ignores him. Getting to his feet, he shrugs out of his letterman jacket, removing the button down shirt I admired downstairs, slowly unfastening his belt, and then his jeans. It’s probably not the smartest move on my part—definitely not the smartest move on my part—but I let out of a bark of laughter when I realize that he’s planning on leaving his MVP medal on.
Jake falters, glaring down at me. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he hisses. “Don’t you have any sense of self-preservation?”
“Don’t you have any pride?” I fire back. “Is this the only way you can get a girl to fuck you, Jake? Do you have to force yourself on women ’cause none of them will voluntarily climb into bed with you?”
“You would have happily climbed into my bed an hour ago, you pathetic piece of trash. You would have parted your legs for me just like that.” He snaps his fingers. “You don’t understand. We’re given everything we want. The world bows down and lays itself at our feet. It’s boring being given so much, Silver. Sometimes, to know the depths of your own true power, you’ve got to take…” He unzips his fly, pushing his boxers and his pants down in one go, and then he stands there, as if he’s expecting me to swoon at the glory of his body.
I’ve seen a penis before. He’s acting like he’s unveiling the eighth wonder of the world, though. I look down at him, terrified to the marrow of my bones, my panic an insidious thing, working its way into each and every cell of my body…but, somehow, I find the courage to laugh again. At him. At the hard, straining appendage hanging there between his legs, looking like some comical design flaw. “God, Jake. Now I get it. If that’s what you’re working with, then it makes sense that you’d need two guys to pin a girl down.”
Jake’s face turns a frightening shade of purple. He’s shaking as he sinks to his knees, kicking Cillian out of the way. I try to twist out from underneath Sam one more time, frantic, the opportunity to escape flashing before my eyes, but Jake’s too fast. He moves quickly, forcing me back onto the tile, the weight of his body bearing down on me. “You’re going to regret that,” he snarls. “You’re gonna wish I’d cut out your tongue with that razor blade, so you couldn’t have said something so fucking stupid.”
I’m already regretting it. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I fucked up. He’s going to kill me. He’s going to fucking kill me. I whimper, struggling, hating myself for cracking, for letting any sign of fear through, but none of it matters. Jake roughly shoves his way between my legs, baring his teeth in a savage rictus of hate as he drives his hips forward, his erection butting up against the inside of my thigh. “Fucking cunt!” he seethes. “Fucking dirty, disgusting cunt!”