Page 173 of River of Deceit

I burst out laughing. So much for big, tough frat guys. They’re just little pussies after all, except my pussy can handle more than any of them.

Asch takes the knife back from Tate, his lip curling in an obvious show of disdain. “Like this.” He punctures the fabric, then draws the blade down, cutting the shirt I’m wearing down the middle. It bares my chest and my bra, but if they think that’s going to intimidate me, they’re wrong.

“Go on,” I say to all of them. “Look your fill. These are my tits!”

I hear River mutter under his breath.

“You aren’t the first, and you won’t be the last to see them,” I say. “In fact, why don’t you all get in close and get a proper look!”

Asch gets the knife under the bra, severing the strap between the cups with a firm touch. “Now they can see more,” he says. “Since that’s what you wanted. Isn’t it, Pandora? You’d love it if every single man here fucked you. Maybe then you’d finally be satisfied.”

No.

I don’t want any of them.

The only people I want, the only people I’ve wanted since I started university are…

“Satisfied?” my voice says, mocking. “I doubt it. I’ll be lucky if I can even feel their shriveled little cocks.”

“Whore,” one of their precious brothers mutters. “We wouldn’t want your loose cunt anyway.”

Asch takes a step back, staring at me with an appraising look, like I’m an insect under a microscope instead of a woman he’s enjoyed cutting up and fucking.

Blaze tightens his hold on me. “Let’s get her naked, then. Since she’s happy to spread her legs for everybody.”

The thing that stabs my chest spreads, and this time it scratches my eyes. I blink hard, and the instance of blurriness goes away.

“I mean, we all know you love to watch other guys, Blaze,” I say. “The rest of you know it too, right? Blaze can’t even get it up for a woman if he isn’t thinking about Asch.”

Blaze growls, but I do hear the murmuring of the frat douches. “You don’t say another word about Asch,” he hisses into my ear.

I laugh, because of course he’d care more about Asch than what anyone is doing to me right now.

Asch grabs the waistband of my shorts and unfastens the button with one nimble hand. “She’s a jealous bitch,” he says. “She doesn’t know the first thing aboutfriendship. She just uses the people around her.” His eyes go to River. “Isn’t that right, River?”

River doesn’t look at Asch, instead focused on me. “Ask her about Rachel,” he says. “Ask her about how Rachel didn’t even trust her with one secret. Ask her about how her best friend ended up dying because Pandora was too caught up with herself that she didn’t even notice something was going on with Rachel.”

The stabbing inside me stops for one second.

And then all the knives come out at once, piercing me from the inside out, pain and anguish spilling out of me in rivers, blazing through me, leaving ashes in their wake, and I can’t hear anything, can’t see anything.

My mouth moves.

“But she didn’t tell you either,” it says. “And instead of worrying about Rachel, you were so focused with getting into my pants. So excited to be my little lapdog. Should we tell all of them? How you lasted all of two seconds, and were soafraidto get your little doggy tongue on me?”

“What makes you think she didn’t tell me?” River asks, and his voice is as terrible as I know my smile is. “She just didn’t tellyoubecause you were too busy fucking the quarterback to listen to her.”

I shatter.

One million pieces, barely held together, and every new strike from inside me drops another splinter.

“Well,” my voice says. “How nice for you.”

Then I slam my head backward, and Blaze cries out when I smash into his chin. His hold on my hand loosens, and I get my hand free to grab River’s cock and twist it hard. River lets go of me with a loud yell.

I rush forward, but Asch is there, with my knife, except as I get close, I see his hold on the knife change.

He doesn’t want to hurt me.