Page 138 of Vile Boys

Satisfied, I tuck my phone back and focus on Blaine. “You went behind my back to seduce her.”

He sinks to his knees in front of me. “I will not deny it. But I will not apologize for it either.”

My eyes narrow. “How long?”

“Just tonight,” Crystal interjects, and we both look at her. “He only kissed me once.”

“Once?” I parrot, insulted she’d think it wouldn’t matter to me.

The thought alone turns me blind with rage, and I pull out my gun and aim it at his head.

“No!” Crystal tries to jump in.

“Crystal, don’t,” Blaine warns her, keeping his gaze fixated on mine.

“But he’ll kill you,” she says.

“He saved me from death long ago, and ever since, my life has belonged to him,” Blaine says. “If he wishes to take it, then so be it.”

His Adam’s apple moves up and down when I push the metal into his forehead.

“If he only kissed you once, why would you care whether he lives or dies?” I ask her.

She parts her lips, but there’s no answer, so I say it again. “Tell me, do you care so much about this man who kissed you once that you would save his life at all costs?”

I’m curious what she will pick.

“Yes,” she replies.

My eyes twitch. “You want to save his life?” I take off the safety and watch her panic. “Then kiss me the way you just kissed him.”

“What?” she gasps.

I push the barrel into his head. “You heard me. Kiss me like it’s the end of the fucking world because it will be the end of his if you don’t.”

She swallows and makes a fist, then slowly steps closer, eyeing Blaine once before she grips my face and softly plants her lips onto mine. The kiss is extraordinary, fluffy light yet filled with so many hidden desires, it’s almost as if it was meant for me.

But I know it isn’t.

Yet when she pulls away again with those rosy stained lips of hers,it almost makes me want to drop this gun and grasp her face to smash them right back on.

No wonder he’s fallen for her so easily, so desperate to throw away his soul for a dangerous girl.

I lower my gun and tuck it away. “You’re lucky,” I growl at him.

“Thank you,” Blaine mutters. “I will not disappoint you again.”

I grip her chin and make her look at me. “Next time you let him touch you … my hands will be there too, curling around your throat while you beg for mercy from my cock. Do you understand?”

She nods softly.

When I push her away from me, she mouths, “Asshole.”

A smug grin forms on my face, my hand wrapping around my gun. “Care to say that again?”

But instead of a glimmer of fear settling in her eyes, all I get is another damn insufferable smile.

My nostrils flare.

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