Page 102 of Vile Boys

I blow out some smoke and try not to look antsy even though I’m getting so aroused just from the mere memories plaguing my mind.

I can still see her in front of me on that bench, pussy fitting so snugly around my shaft it made me want to claim her all for myself. But then I saw that rage in Ares’s eyes, and I couldn’t fucking do it.

She isn’t fucking mine, and she never will be. He made her his obsession, and he’s intent on destroying her. The only question is … do I want to go along with his every whim?

I take another whiff.

All I’ve ever wanted was him. Even when I was with other men, I still desired Ares so much that the moment he let me have it, I caved and broke things off with another.

I know I’m hated for it.

But no one understands me the way he does.

No one understandshimthe way I do.

But now there isher… Crystal … A girl who’s managed to capture both our possessive souls. A girl hell-bent on making us her enemy. Even if she denies ever sending her mother to my father, she’s the reason they’re together, and she will pay the fucking price.

She made her choice … her body belongs to us now.

I take another drag.

Us.

Which means I can do with her whatever the fuck I want.

I don’t need Ares’s permission.

When she walks out of the building she had her first class in, I hold the smoke in my mouth and fix my eyes on her. With those jeans and that thick sweater, no one could ever tell she was railed into oblivion last night.

A smirk forms on my face as I wait until she finally lays eyes on me, and the terror in her eyes makes me breathe out the smoke through my nose like a goddamn dragon.

Destruction looks gorgeous on her.

She skitters off across the pavement, away from me, and towardher friends sitting in the grass, clutching her bag tightly like she’s afraid I might steal that too.

Don’t worry, Crystal, we’ll only steal your fucking soul.

Nothing more, nothing less.

And when we’re done with you, you won’t even want it back.

My phone rings, pulling me out of my thoughts.

Dad’s number makes me swallow, and I tuck my vape away before I answer.

“What’s up?”

“Hey, Caleb, your dad here.”

“Figured as much from your name on the screen.”

“Very funny,” my dad jests. “Anyway, I just wanted to call and ask how you’re doing?”

“Fine.”

“And your studies?”

“Also fine.”

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