Cursing

Quinn's POV

"I can't leave. Not until you suck my dick, rich bitch!"

Josh had a look on his face. He meant what he had just said. I gaped in disbelief.

"What did you say?" I asked, wanting to make sure he meant it.

Josh repeated himself easily. The nerdy motherfucker had finally grown some balls. Wow!

His face twisted as he bared his teeth at me. Red streaks of fat veins appeared around his face giving him a menacing look.

He inched closer to me forcing me to move into the room till my back was against the far wall.

It wasn't funny anymore yet he smirked. He reminded me of an evil clown.

"Josh-" I stuttered.

He raised a finger to stop me. "Shut the fuck up."

Yep. It was no longer funny.

The smile faded from my face and the color drained out completely. I wasn't sure how to react but he was starting to scare me.

He was breathing hard, his chest heaved heavily like an agitated beast.

His lips twitched.

"You're going to get what you deserve. A dick running down your throat."

I gasped. H