Page 187 of Vile Boys

“Keep dancing,” he says, swirling me around, only to end up inthe same spot while I keep my eyes fixated on the hallway.

But his hands … God those hands of his make it hard to concentrate.

“Having trouble focusing?” he asks.

“Shut up,” I retort.

He smirks and spins us around until we’re both facing the hallway, and his hands are all over my waist and hips again. “Can’t be as hard as my dick.”

My cheeks glow red in the dark, and I’m so glad these strobe lights hide most of it from the people in front of me.

Good God.

He rubs himself up against me, and my body zings in response to the way he so expertly sways me around. It’s almost like he does this daily. The thought of him dancing with other people really doesn’t sit right with me, but I keep my mouth shut.

“Are we here to dance or to find someone?” I hiss.

“Both,” he muses, swirling me around so we’re face-to-face again. Every time I look at his sharp features followed by those beaming gray eyes, I nearly melt away in the heat.

My eyes widen when the man in the yellow bow tie glances at the party before heading into the hallway. “He’s there. Saw him enter.”

The guard follows him inside, and the hallway is left unattended.

“C’mon.” Ares grabs my hand and pulls me into the same hallway as that man.

We pass room after room with only curtains separating us from them … the people having sex behind each of them. The kind of sex that’s probably not allowed, with weapons and blood and pain, and I swear I could see someone beg with their eyes.

I swallow as Ares wraps his arm around my shoulders and tugs me along. “Focus on my voice. This way.”

We turn a corner where there are more curtains with couples behind them, but at the end of the hallway is a room with a door. In front, a guard stands waiting.

“Pretend you’re drunk,” he whispers.

I giggle at him and slap him on the chest as we approach the guard, my heels a perfect height to accidentally fall into him. “Sorry!”

“Private area. Move back,” the guard growls at me.

“Excuse us,” Ares mutters before pulling out a gun with a silencer and shooting him point-blank between the eyes.

Poof.

Just like that. Gone.

The man sinks to his knees, and Ares catches him before slowly dropping him to the floor and releasing him. He snatches the key card from his pocket while blood stains the floor. I stare in shock as Ares holds the key card over the lock and pushes open the door, pulling me inside before shutting it behind him.

A man sits in a circular booth, watching a woman behind a glass windowpane dance against a pole. He’s oblivious to the fact that we’ve entered the room, sipping his drink while rubbing himself.

Ares approaches him with the gun pointed at the back of his head and slowly pushes it into his skull.

Only then does the man stop drinking and rubbing himself, his hand still down his pants.

“Don’t move an inch. Don’t speak a word unless I tell you,” Ares says as he guides me forward until we’re both in front of the man instead of behind him.

“You …” the man mutters.

BANG!

Ares shoots the couch right beside his head.

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