Page 19 of Vile Boys

Ares follows me and throws the cigarette at the guy without even glancing at him.

Outside, I can still see Crystal and her friend.

“Should we follow her?”

“I’m good. Do what you want,” Ares replies, and he saunters off into the night, leaving me to myself.

But I can’t stop from turning in the other direction and following the girls as they cross the road. The pull is too strong to ignore. I want to know what kind of girl we’re dealing with and if she can really keep her mouth shut.

I don’t know what Ares did to her to get her to run from the party, but I can definitely deduce it was something filthy enough to make even my dick twitch.

And dammit, I want a taste of whatever he had too.

I follow them back to a recently renovated sorority, Alpha Psi, making sure they don’t see me. When they head inside, I smile.

Found you.

I look around to see if anyone is watching before I run to the back of the building and hide, waiting for some men to pass on the street.Don’t want anyone to see what I’m about to do.

When the coast is clear, I climb up the ladder on the back of the sorority. The whole thing is shoddy as hell, but I make it work. I head up to each window and peer inside to see if she’s there. There are girls in every room, but most of them are either sleeping or busy with their homework, so they don’t spot me taking a peek.

I head farther up and pause when I spot a door opening up in the back. I lean against the wall and listen through the open window.

“I’m fine, Kayla. Don’t worry.”

“Are you sure? Because you don’t look like it. Did Ares do something to you?”

Bingo.

“I just wanna take a shower.”

“All right. Well, I’m right next door, so yell if you need something.”

My heart thrums in my throat as I listen and wait until her door closes.

Kayla must be gone now, which means she’s all alone.

At least, that’s what I want her to think.

Crystal

I step under the shower,but I can’t even feel the droplets falling onto my numb body.

I lift my hands, but they’re shaking with vigor still, even minutes later.

Why can’t I shake this rage?

I slam my hand against the wall and focus on the sound of the water pitter-pattering down and disappearing into the drain, along with my sanity.

I should’ve stabbed him.

He was right there. I had my knife, and I had the opportunity.

Yet … I didn’t.

I close my eyes, trying to get the image out of my head, but no matter how hard I try, all I can see is my hands clutching the banister while his hand dives into my panties, coaxing out a dangerously lewdside of me I’ve never felt before.

Why did I let him touch me like that?

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