Page 28 of Vile Boys

“Crystal,” I tell him.

“I know.” He smiles coyly at me, and for some reason, it makes me blush.

I should not be blushing at these guys, shit.

“And what makes you think we did that?” he adds.

Am I going to say it?

“Because … it was right after the Phantom party. And you guys threatened me not to—”

Suddenly, Ares grabs my wrist, fingers digging into my skin as he finally looks up at me with those bright, devilish eyes.

“Not another word.”

His menacing look makes me cower in my boots, and I almost instantly regret coming here to confront them.

I don’t even know which one of them it was. They won’t tell me, obviously.

But I need them to know … I won’t go down without a fight.

“I told you to be careful,” Blaine mutters, licking his lips.

“You want to do this here?” Ares’s low voice makes goose bumps scatter on my skin. “Fine. Have it your way.”

Suddenly, he tears me away from the table with one big swoop and pulls me toward him. I can’t even react, let alone fight him off. It all happens so fast.

One second, I’m standing my ground against them …

And the next, he’s got me pinned to his lap.

His actual freaking lap.

And he wraps one arm around my belly while the other snakes up my neck to my mouth, preventing me from making a sound.

“I warned you not to speak about it,” he whispers. “And I make good on my threats.”

He presses me into his body, and I can feel all the rock-hard abs behind his black T-shirt while his fingers splay against my belly. All the courage I gathered in the bathroom instantly dissipates while panic takes over.

“Now tell me again why you are here,” Ares murmurs into my ear.

When my lips part, his hand slowly dips into my white skirt from underneath, and I can barely breathe.

With his hand on my mouth, I can’t even squeak as he rubs me right through my panties. “Go on. Say it.”

This is insane. He’s literally playing with me in the cafeteria, in front of all these people.

“You think one of us soiled your window?” he muses, flicking his index finger back and forth. “Yet you deliver no proof.”

I whimper as he applies more pressure, trying so hard not to let anyone notice what he’s doing. But he’s going faster and faster while his hand keeps pushing me further into him until I can feel his bulge poking in my ass.

I can’t let him do this. I have to stop this.

I reach into my pocket, but the second I do, he swiftly takes his hand off my mouth and grasps my wrist.

“Ah-ah, little rose, don’t even try,” he whispers. “You’re mine now.”

“Why are you doing this?” I say.

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