Page 168 of Vile Boys

He slowly hovers his hands over my face, and I’m apprehensive.

“You fear me,” he whispers.

“How could I not, knowing what you’re capable of?”

He groans. “I will do anything to regain your trust.”

Am I that important to him?

“How?”

He backs away slowly. “Close your eyes.”

Even though my brain tells me not to, my heart screams to listen, so I do.

“Stay there.”

My breathing is ragged as I’m left alone in the dark.

After a few shuffles, I hear something slide.

CLICK! CLICK!

“Now open your eyes and look at me.”

When I turn around, he’s on the bed, the robe draped by his side, leaving only his boxers, his wrists bound to the poles at each edge with metal cuffs. Around his neck is a thick leather band with a metal chain dangling from the ring.

BLAINE

“Every inch of me is built to kill, whether it’s hearts or bodies … but your fear is the last thing I crave,” I rasp. “If I cannot take your fear … then I will offer myself to you out of my own free will. Use me to your heart’s content like we have used you. Hurt me. Choke me. Fuck me. Kill me. Whatever your desire, I will surrender to it.” I suck in a breath as she gasps. “I have chained my life to Ares, but my heart belongs to you.”

I’ve tried so hard to play by the rules, but I can no longer resist her.

She’s been used, degraded, completely crushed, and still smiled through it all.

There has never been someone I’ve so deeply wished to take my soul than for her to make it her own. And if this will be my undoing, then so be it.

She thinks she is the weak one, but I am defenseless when it comes to her.

Her nostrils flare, and she turns around to look at my room, wandering about, before she sits on my bed and stares at me.

My dick bobs up and down from the sheer amountof lust in her eyes.

“You want to be mine?” she asks.

She crawls farther onto the bed, onto me.

“Make me your pawn,” I reply.

“You won’t kill him for me,” she says, still clutching that knife of hers as she reaches me. “But you trained me and guided me to make it happen?”

When she’s finally hovering over my face, my boxers strain from my hard-on. “Use me as your angel of vengeance, darling.”

The smirk that slowly forms on her face is something else.

My God.

She lifts herself and sits down on my package, and my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head from the way she feels on top of me. “Fine, then. Beg.”

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