Page 185 of Vile Boys

She shudders when I tuck her hair behind her ear.

“Come with me,” I say.

“Why would I?”

I throw her a warning with just my eyes, and good thing it’s enough to make her move from her corner.

“Let’s choose a better outfit,” I say, walking upstairs with her following suit.

“Why? Where are we going?”

I open her guest room door. “You’ll see.”

I open the closet and pull out a fancy, sparkling dress with golden chains instead of straps, as well as a pair of metallic high heels. Perfect. She’ll blend in well.

“Put these on,” I say, chucking them her way.

She barely catches them. “Turn around.”

I snort, amused she’d still try to hide. “I’ve already seen and touched every inch of your body, and you’re still afraid to show a little skin?”

Her whole face turns red, and I sigh out loud.

“Fine.” I turn, but there’s a small mirror next to her closet, through which I can still watch her pull off those tight leggings, and I lick my lips at the sight of those wet pussy lips. She pulls her top over her head, her perky nipples screaming to be licked.

I don’t think she understands what she does to us … what she does to me.

But she will.

When she finally has the dress on, I turn around. “Perfect.”

Crystal

“You still haven’t toldme where we’re going,” I say as he grabs my hand and drags me out the door.

“You’ll know when we get there,” he replies, pulling me to his Lambo. He opens the doors and pushes me inside before he jumps behind the wheel and closes the doors, sealing us inside.

Good God, what a luxurious way to die.

The car begins to drive, and every second feels like an hour stuck in here with him.

I don’t dare to look. His frame alone is intimidating enough, let alone that penetrative gray-eyed stare. Something about his aura gives me the freaks. It’s like his whole body is on fire, and if I dared to touch him now, I’m afraid I’d get burned.

But there is one thing I didn’t forget.

The knife still in my pocket.

The knife he didn’t know I got back from Blaine.

I managed to pull it from the pocket of my leggings while he was picking out clothes from the closet and snuck it into the lining of my dress near my tits. He didn’t even notice what I was doing. He was too busy looking at my thighs and boobs through the mirror to care.

I swallow away the lump in my throat, viscerally aware of the blade settled beneath my dress.

He parks the car outside a grimy-looking parking lot enclosed with a broken wire fence. There are not a whole lot of streetlights in this area of Crescent Vale City, and the place looks eerie this late at night.

Ares opens the doors, but I hesitate to get out. He walks to the other side of the car and holds out his hand, waiting until I grab it, but I’m not prepared for how warm he feels and just how snugly my hand fits into his.

But the moment I exit the vehicle, I spot a rat running across the parking lot, and I squeal out loud. “A rat!”

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