Page 203 of Vile Boys

A wicked glimmer in his eyes makes me gulp.

Maybe he’s right.

Maybe that’s why I could never give in, never falter, never stop fighting him.

Even when my heart is slowly unraveling and wrapping around his.

Ares

I grip her throat,squeezing so tightly she can’t breathe. I can feel her heart pulsate underneath my thumb, the throbbing of life, naked in my very hands. “You’ve made me so obsessed with you that I can’t even fucking think of someone else touching you without wanting to put a bullet through their heads preemptively. You’ve made me blind with jealousy to the point where the only person I ever cared about nearly slipped away from me because I couldn’t stop trying to claim you all for myself.”

I grip Caleb’s hair with my free hand and tilt his head up to look at both of us. I want her to see the unraveling in his eyes. She has no fucking idea of the power she holds over these boys who once belonged to me.

She stole their obedience from me … and I can’t even fucking stay mad at her.

“I need him, and he needs me …” I grit. “But we need you more.”

“Fuck, I need her so fucking much,” Caleb groans.

I shove him back into her slit. “Then fucking dine on her like the addicted little slut you are.”

“Yes, fuck yes,” Caleb groans.

“God, I love it when you guys talk dirty,” Blaine murmurs, lapping her up and making it hard for her to focus. I can see it in her eyes, the way they almost roll back into her skull.

So easily persuaded to submit to them …

Yet she still refuses to do it for me.

“You’ve beguiled all of us, so let me return the favor by turning you into our favorite obsession, our aphrodisiac… my fucking Ambrosía,” I say.

My mouth slams back onto hers, claiming what little breath shehad left before I finally release her throat and allow her to suck in the air she so desperately needs. Air I share with her as I relentlessly kiss her over and over again until she can feel nothing but our lips on her body and our desire between her own goddamn legs.

“Yield,” I groan into her mouth. “Yield, goddammit, and I will fucking give you my soul.”

But no matter how hard I kiss her, she won’t let go of that one sliver of rage. Her eyes travel toward the dress on the floor and the knife she hides, forever luring her in.

“No,” she murmurs. “I can’t. I won’t.”

“Fuck,” I growl, still kissing her, and I bite her lip and tug at it. “You are mine, little rose, mine to do with as I please, no matter how much you hate me, how much you’d wish for me to die. Kill me, and I’d only haunt you in your nightmares because you’ll never know how much I sacrificed to be able to kiss these lips and make that fucking smile mine.”

Crystal

My eyes open wide,and I want to ask what he means, but I’m not sure I want to know.

Do I want to know the reason behind all of my own misery?

Could I really relinquish myself of anger that’s been coursing through my veins, keeping me alive up to this day?

I swallow as my hands travel down his wet shoulders, my eyes searching his face for answers to questions I don’t dare ask. But his bloodied shirt peeling away at the top makes me hunger for more, so I gently pull away the wet fabric, revealing the markings underneath.

Letters … carved into his flesh.

But there’s no time to look at what it says as he pulls me away from the wall.

“Fuck, I want to taste more of her,” Blaine mutters. “Please, don’t spoil the fun now that we’re finally having some.”

“Hush,” Ares growls, and he picks me up and carries me away in his arms while I desperately hold on to the dress in which I keep the knife. “Follow.”

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