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guys who swore they were going to join the NFL end up joining the Marines instead.
decided to start inviting freaks to his parties.
“No way has Daniel’s invite standards dropped that low. Literally everyone from high school is freaked out over Manson – except maybe his weird little friend group. No one’s going to forget the kid who almost stabbed someone, even if it has been over a year.”
It hadn’t been because his quiet, brooding looks had always scared me, and things that scared me were irresistible. It hadn’t been because behind that shy, withdrawn exterior I was certain there was a beast lying in wait. It hadn’t been because his lips were surprisingly soft, and when I’d kissed him, he’d wrapped his hand around my throat, and my heart had fluttered for a second -
There was beast in him, beyond the calm; it was vicious and dangerous and I wanted nothing more than to draw it out. I’d seen it that day he’d gotten expelled, when he’d finally pulled a knife on the assholes who had poked at him for years. That was the beast I wanted, that was the Manson I had to experience. I couldn’t fully explain the desire, not yet. But maybe once it was fulfilled, I’d understand.
There was a tap on my head, something pressing me down and keeping me there. Within moments I recognized the textured feeling of a boot sole, and realized Manson had pressed his opposite foot on top of my head.
“Naughty angel. Very naughty. You really think that’s what you deserve right now?” He pulled me back, his mouth close against my ear and he whispered. “You deserve to have your clit aching all night. You deserve to have duct tape slapped over it so you can’t touch while I crush your pretty little pussy under my boot.”