Page 121 of Vile Boys

“I’m sorry,” he mutters, his eyes filling with regret.

And I fear I may have pushed him too far.

“I almost … drove off a goddamn cliff,” he adds.

I sigh out loud.

Fuck.

“I didn’t want to fucking do it.”

Yet he did.

“You … couldn’t help yourself, could you?” I say, looking down at his bloodied clothes. “You just had to go and kill some more … and then feel her pussy after.” I lick my lips.

“I was consumed,” he says. “By rage and a need I’ve never felt.”

“Did murdering them make you feel good?” I lean in to lick the droplets of blood off his neck. “Did it make your cock hard?”

I lower my hand and grip his bulge instead, which is still throbbing in his pants from the aftermath of whatever the fuck they just did in that car.

“Is that why you wanted her so badly?” I ask.

He groans. “Ares …”

“Did she make you come so hard all over yourself you saw stars?”

I zip down his pants and he leans into me, moaning.

“Not just that. The steering wheel is ruined.”

“Were you so overcome by desire you couldn’t stop yourself from soiling the fucking carIgave you as a present?” I squeeze his dick until it hardens in my hand. “Answer me.”

“Yes!” he mewls.

I spin him around and smash his face up against the wall. “I made a grave mistake allowing you to simmer in your own lust,” I growl as I yank down his pants. “But don’t fucking worry, Caleb. Your punishment won’t be like teetering on the edge of bliss any longer.”

I grab a bottle of lube from the top shelf above the sink and rip down my zipper, pulling out my hard-on.

“If you’re not going to listen when I don’t give you what I want, then I’ll fucking give you everything you’ll ever want and more.” I slather it all over my length. “You’ll come so hard for me you’ll never even think about her without wanting my goddamn hard cock up your ass.”

I thrust inside with no remorse, and he yelps in surprise, then moans as I deepen the stroke.

“Now coat those fucking walls instead.”

Crystal

Barefoot,I make my way back to campus, wishing I could kick some rocks on the way, but that would hurt my toes. Goddamn that motherfucker. He almost got us killed, then shrugged it off like it was nothing.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

And how dare he make me come so easily when all I wanted to do was bite his head off?

Groaning out of frustration, I slap some tree branches out of my way as I storm across the lawn.

“Everything okay there?”

The low, booming voice makes me turn and look.

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