Page 191 of Vile Boys

The desire is so strong she can barely contain it, yet that fucking smile prevents her from going all the way.

But I will make her lose that innocence.

“If it wasn’t for him, your father would still be alive today,” I whisper into her ear. “You want to kill me? Show me you can do it.”

I pull back, leaning up to grip her ass as I thrust in deeply, coaxing out another moan.

My hand dives between her legs, and I roll my fingers around her wetness, applying ample pressure with each thrust. Her hand begins to shake more vigorously with every thrust.

“I can’t,” she mutters.

“Yes, you can,” I retort, going faster and faster.

“Now come, little rose,” I say. “Come and you will find the relief you so badly crave.”

She mewls along with every pounding, every fleshly connection between our souls, until our sweat mingles and our hearts beat in sync to our darkest desires.

And as I pull her off the table to meet me in my deranged fantasies, I bite down into her shoulder while pushing her over the edge.

BANG!

The moment her clit thumps, the gun goes off, and a loud moan escapes her mouth.

Blood sprays from his face, onto the table, onto her, and I lick up the mixture of blood, sweat, and tears right off her skin as my own climax begins. Howling, I cover her mouth with one hand to preventthe squeal from rolling off her tongue while I grip her hip with the other and thrust in deeply, coming inside her.

One. Two. Three more thrusts and I’m spent.

But my God …

“Death becomes you,” I whisper.

CRYSTAL

I stare at my bloodied hands and the weapon that fits so neatly between my fingers like it was made for me and me alone.

But it isn’t. This ishisweapon I’m holding. His gun that I shot that man with.

I look up at the body in front of me. The man once named Ferry, now a hollow corpse, blood spraying from his forehead, eyes dull and lifeless.

I killed a man.

I ended someone’s life.

And I can’t. Fucking. Breathe.

Ares spins me around and places me down on the table, my ass still hurting from the way he just invaded it.

“Look at me.”

His voice sounds distant, like a jumbled mess.

“Crystal. Look at me.” He grips my face with equally bloodied hands, but it’s his lips pressed onto mine that finally manage to pull me out of this shock.

I tear away from him and stare up into those soulless eyes, which suddenly don’t look as demonic as I remember them being, and for asecond, it’s almost as if there’s something else behind them; pride.

But the moment vanishes when I slap him. Hard.

A vicious smirk spreads on his cheeks as he refuses to let go of me.

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