Page 101 of Vile Boys

He waltzes over to me and smacks the glass out of my hand, shattering it to a million pieces before gripping my shirt and pulling me in for a kiss so possessive it melts every inch of my resistance away.

His kisses are about the closest thing one can get to peace.

Before he takes it all away again.

When his lips unlatch, he murmurs, “Go behind my back again,and I will kill her.”

“What?” I mutter, blinking rapidly.

“Have I ever lied to you?”

But I’m too flustered to even respond.

He’ll … kill her? But that doesn’t make any sense. He’s the one who’s obsessed with her.

He’s lying.

“Answer me.”

“No,” I reply swiftly.

“Then don’t ever try to claim her again without my permission,” he says, tilting his head as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

He shoves me back into my seat, still towering over me like a goddamn god raining down thunder.

I adjust myself in my seat. “Is that why you didn’t let me finish twice?”

“She was not yours to take,” he seethes.

My brows furrow. “I thought you wanted to punish her?”

“Together.” He balls his fists. “Not separately.”

I swallow as he gazes down at me with disdain.

Is he upset that I used those pretty lips for myself?

Or is he jealous I wanted her instead of him?

He grabs his zipper, and my shaft bobs up and down as he slowly unzips.

“As a matter of fact, I don’t want you to touch her at all,” he says, pulling out his long, hard cock that makes my mouth salivate. “Until I give you permission.”

He grips my chin and pulls me off the seat.

“On. Your. Knees.”

I go to my knees in front of him willingly.

“Now wrap your hand around my shaft and make me come all over that goddamn filthy mouth of yours.”

“Yes, Sir,” I moan, and I do what he asks of me, desperate for more—like a beggar looking for scraps.

A daylater

I pull out a cig,light it, and take a deep whiff. Not enough nicotine in the entire fucking world would be enough to still the boner in my pants.

But Ares made it very clear I will know hell on earth if I touch it.

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