Page 177 of Vile Boys

He bites his lip and swerves from left to right, headed for a direction unknown to me, and that’s what scares me the most. The only thing I know for sure is that we’re not going back up the hill to Spine Ridge U, which means he won’t put me back in that room like a bird in a cage. At least for now.

“Where are you taking me?” I ask.

He races around the curves of the road, narrowly escaping a bin.

“You’ll see.”

But every time I glance at him, I can’t help but trail my eyes down his body, remembering just how good it felt when he licked me while Ares fucked me. And something tells me he’s thinking about it too, judging from how his bulge just grew.

He’s glancing at me with his provocative eyes, and I swiftly look away.

A vehicle approaches us from the side, and he makes no attempt to avoid it, making me scream once more. “Caleb!”

He swerves just in time, but his hard-on twitches again, and he groansin frustration … or is it excitement?

“You’re getting hard,” I say. “Because you’re putting me in danger?”

He shakes his head, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Because I’m putting myself in danger. It makes me feel alive.”

My lips part to let out a gasp, but nothing escapes because the shock is too great.

Putting himself in danger? As in … the thought of getting killed turns him on?

The car slips on the streets as we make our way downtown toward a tall skyscraper. But when it finally comes to a stop, I feel like I’ve been tumbled through a washer because my hair is definitely sticking to my sweaty body.

“Jesus,” I mutter.

He gets out and taps on the hood. “We’re here.”

He walks toward a building and looks at me over his shoulder as though he’s waiting for me to follow him, so I open the door and hop out too.

The building looks intimidating from up close. I wonder what’s inside.

“C’mon,” he says, opening the door.

Downstairs is a lobby, and a woman at the front desk greets him. “Hello, Mr. Preston. Back for the usual check-in with—”

“Tell the staff to leave. I need twenty minutes undisturbed,” he interjects, waltzing to the elevator.

Undisturbed … with who?

I get inside too even though his penetrative stare makes me feel anything but comfortable while stuck together in an elevator. He pulls out a very peculiar key card and holds it in front of a pad, then presses a button. The doors close, and the silence is overwhelming as we go up and up and up, seemingly unending. And all I can do is listen to his breathing grow more rapid with every level we pass, as though he’s mentally preparing himself for what’s to come.

“What’s up there?” I ask, but he doesn’t answer until the elevator comes to a stop.

He clears his throat. “You asked me why I didn’t want my father dating your mother. I’ll show you.”

There’s a long hallway up ahead filled with doors, each leading to a numbered room, and I follow him inside.

“What is this place?”

“One of my father’s many properties,” he says. “He rents out the rooms. Except this floor.”

“What’s on this floor?” I ask, gulping when he glances at me over his shoulder without answering my question.

He stops in front of a door at the end of the hallway and holds the key card in front of another pad. Something beeps, and a lock springs loose. He pushes down the handle and heads inside.

It’s a two-part home, one bathroom, one bedroom, and a small kitchen barely large enough to make a coffee or a snack. To my right is a round beige leather chair, and to my left, a small table with two seats. But what draws in my eyes is the big bed in the middle of the room and all the machinery beside it beeping and churning away.

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