Page 159 of Vile Boys

My head turns at his indignation, but his thunderous eyes strike me the most.

His teeth grind together. “Take her to the guest room.”

“What?” I frown. “But I did what you asked.”

He leans forward and tips up my chin to meet his gaze. “And you will continue doing what I demand from you … in a prison of your own making.”

My breath hitches in my throat.

“Becausethatis the deal you made with us … little rose.” The wicked smile that follows makes my blood boil. “Regret won’t save you now.”

He flicks his other fingers, and Blaine stands, sighing deeply. “Yes, Sir.”

“Caleb. Go with him.”

Caleb gets up too and tucks his dick back into his pants before he follows us through the crowd that parts for us.

But my gaze still lands on the king of these devils of Tartarus, perpetually sitting on his throne with his smug grin, never wavering, never showing even an inkling of emotion except the one that has poisoned his heart—hate.

The same poison he injected into my veins the moment he said those words.

A prison of your own making.

A prisoner to his every whim.

And I begged him for it.

Hate doesn’t even begin to describe what I feel for this man, this self-proclaimed god who wants me to worship the ground he walks on out of fear.

But even if his cock was godlike …

I will never, ever give him what he wants.

And as Blaine waltzes out the door with me in his arms, I leave Ares with that same smile I gave him when we first met.

Let the hatred fucking flow.

CALEB

I walk back into the room, straightening my posture as everyone looks at me.

In front of me, Ares still sits at that table, taking a big whiff from his vape and blowing out the smoke in my direction. The crowd has already continued dancing and fucking around, and the music blasts through the house like nothing ever happened.

But we stripped Crystal bare and used her in front of everyone.

And all he does is smirk.

“Did you have to go that hard on her?” I ask as I step up on the stage.

His left brow rises. “Back so soon?”

I avert my eyes. “She didn’t want to talk to me.”

Fuck knows, I tried.

But when Blaine and I put her in her room, she lay down on the bed and refused to open her mouth, let alone allow us a simple look. It’s like we no longer existed to her.

And for some reason, that stung more than having Blaine’s dick up my ass.

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