Page 202 of Vile Boys

“Yes, it did,” I say.

Now everyone’s looking at me, and it makes me blush.

“You like each other,” I say.

Blaine’s jaw drops. “I do not,” he scoffs.

“In his dreams,” Caleb says, turning his head. “It just happened, no big deal.”

“What he said,” Blaine says, but they’re both flushing at the cheeks.

“Liars,” I mumble.

Ares seems amused by it all even though I’d assumed he’d be red hot with rage by now because he caught them having sex with me while he was writhing in pain in his room.

“Caleb. Blaine,” he says through gritted teeth. “On. Your. Knees.”

The boys stare him down for a moment, before they both slowly sink to their knees. Caleb first, then Blaine, and with the water rushing down on their heads it almost looks like they’ve been defeated just by the sheer dominance in Ares’s glare.

I thought they’d finally be on my side, fighting for me. But even they can’t resist his commanding presence.

“Lick her out.”

What?

“Who? Me?” Blaine points at himself.

The devilish glint in Ares’s eyes make me gulp. “Both of you.”

Both boys turn around to look at me as I brace myself against the wall, but nothing prepares me for when their tongues both land on my wetness, providing so much pleasure I nearly melt into the wall.

Good God, who knew two tongues could feel so much better than just one?

“Suck out that fucking cum,” Ares commands. “You want to be hers so badly? Then be the fucking sluts you are.”

“Oh fuck,” Blaine moans. “You never talked to me like that.” He winks. “I quite like it.”

Ares grips his head and shoves him right back between my thighs. “Shut your damn mouth and lick.”

“F-fuck,” I murmur, unable to keep the moans at bay. I’m having so much trouble holding the dress, but I must. The knife is my only failsafe.

“You wanted them … then have them,” Ares says through gritted teeth as he steps closer, apparently not giving a shit either that the shower is pouring down on him, and he grabs my chin. “Take all of us like a fucking good girl.”

And he slams his lips onto mine, greedily taking my mouth like he already took ownership of it long ago.

The kiss catches me so off guard that I feel numb as he roams my mouth with his tongue, licking the roof of my mouth while those boys lick my slit raw. My hand wraps around his neck and my fingers crawl through his hair, desperate for more. I’m already quaking with need, my body still reeling from the previous orgasm, but it will never be enough for them.

And it might never be enough for me either now that I know what it feels like to have them all three to myself.

Ares groans into my mouth, making goose bumps scatter on my skin. “So delicious for something so fucking forbidden.” He smiles against my lips, droplets of water rolling down his sharp nose and chin. “Now tell me why you refuse to fear me.”

Even though our lips are still connected, I look him dead in the eyes. “Youknowwhy.”

A deadly smirk forms on his face, and a low, rumbling laugh fills the room. After a while he says, “Always smiling through the pain. How do you do it?”

I’m instantly reminded of the wounds on his back and how much it must hurt to stand under the scorching hot shower, yet it doesn’t seem to faze him in the slightest.

“You know, I hated the very thought of you. Your existence was a nuisance, an unforeseen circumstance I hadn’t anticipated … but that smile, I can’t get it out of my fucking mind. It’s consumed me to the point where I couldn’t think, couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep without seeing that damn fucking smile of yours.” He grips my chin, his thumb running across my bottom lip. “You wantmeto fear it.”

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