Page 152 of Vile Boys

When they try to walk with me up to the stage, Ares growls, “Her alone.”

Caleb releases me, and I walk up farther under the invasive stares from the crowd around us. Though the music still blasts through the room, and some people continue to dance, most have fixated their gazes on us. The only thing protecting me right now is this flimsy mask on my face, shielding my identity.

Ares sits on his throne-like chair, his hand gripping his sizable shaft, which still makes my eyes bulge when I look at it, wondering how it ever fit inside my throat, especially with those piercings glistening from his precum.

I swallow away the lump in my throat and walk toward him. When I stop, he arches his finger, beckoning me until I’m right in front ofhim.

“You thought you could come into my domain and subdue my men?” he asks, stroking his own hard-on right in front of me.

I gulp when he reaches the tip and spreads the precum all over.

“Answer me.”

“You invited me to come here,” I reply.

“Icommandedyou to come here,” he retorts. “Or have you forgotten the deal you made?”

I shake my head, but my hand still balls into a fist.

“You belong to us.”

I hate the way he continuously wants to remind me that my body is his to barter now … to use and gift as he sees fit.

“But I don’t appreciate you going behind my back to indulge my men in their fantasies.”

He swipes a single finger up and down my slit, coaxing out the wetness, dipping his finger in before he brings it to his mouth and licks. And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me aroused.

“They made you so wet … I wonder how often they’ve been thinking of fucking you … of sticking their tongues inside that sweet, aching pussy of yours.” He licks his lips as he looks up at me from underneath those dark eyelashes. “Well, they got their wish.” His eyes darken. “And now I willmakethem fucking wish they never even looked at you.”

The wicked glimmer in his eyes makes me wish I never relinquished my knife to that guard out front. Dammit.

“Do you remember what I told you the first time I thrust my fingers into your pussy?” he says, and he grips my arm and pulls me toward him. “Tell me.”

Oh, I remember all right.

The warning was seared into my mind.

“The next time you penetrate me…”

“It will be the cock of a god thrusting into your wet, aching pussy,” he finishes, making me blush.

Suddenly, he grips my waist and pulls me right on top of him, then sinks me down onto the tip of his dripping, hard cock. I gasp as one by one, each piercing enters me, the metal cold and hard against my softness, while the stare behind his mask is even colder and harsher.

“One,” he says, and he pushes me down.

I can feel each of his piercings scraping against my insides, coaxing out more delicious shock waves.

“Two.”

Digging his nails into my waist, he pushes me down farther.

“Three.”

Is he … counting the inches?!

“Four.”

I groan from how good it feels. “Fu—”

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