Page 303 of Vile Boys

But when Ares’s fingers slide up my thighs, I forget everything I was focusing on.

“Your fear excites me,” he murmurs, fingers curling underneath my dress. “But it’s no fun when you give it to me willingly.”

He pulls the knife from his pocket and slides it up my belly, making all the hairs on my body stand up. He looks damn terrifying with that mask on, but I know what I signed up for when I ran like hell from them.

It’s this … this part, not just the thrill to run but the thrill to be caught that makes me feel alive.

The knife cuts through my dress like butter, splaying it over the wood as my naked body is on full display, and from the corner of my eye, I definitely see a hard-on in Blaine’s hands. Ares circles my nipples with the tip, toying with me, teasing me to my limits. The knife reaches my throat, and I can feel my own heartbeat against the metal.

“You like me teasing you …” he says. “Admit it.”

“Yes,” I say in a breathy moan.

The knife slides up to my cheeks, where the rosebushes cut me. “You collect scratches like I collect scars, little rose.”

“Pain doesn’t faze me,” I murmur.

He leans over me, a devilish smile appearing behind the equally devilish mask. “Then you won’t mind if I carve deep enough to hear you scream.”

ARES

I position myself behind her and zip down, pulling out my already hard dick, glistening at the tip. I place the knife down between her tits, pointed at her neck, and say, “Stay still. Don’t let it drop.”

Slowly, I enter her while watching her face unravel with pleasure as my piercings flood her with endorphins. I press the palm of my hand on that good spot on top of her belly as I push in deeper and deeper, allowing her a hint of ecstasy before I take her to the next fucking plane.

“Oh fuck,” she moans as I thrust in.

“Only halfway there, but you’ll take it like a good girl, won’t you?” I say.

Caleb pulls out his hard-on too and spreads the precum all over, using it as lube as he slowly jerks himself off beside her face. And I watch with great delight as he gets harder and harder just from me laying my claim on her.

“Now take a deep breath, little rose,” I murmur as I pick up the knife, caressing her hardened nipples with it.

She sucks in a breath, and I thrust in deep, then press the tip of the knife against her chest and push down. She bites on her lip as theblood begins to roll across her chest, and I slowly slide down the knife, pushing my length farther into her as I carve the fourth letter of my name into her chest.

R.

She clenches her jaw as her body tenses up against the blade.

“You can take it, little rose,” I murmur, thrusting even deeper into this wet little pussy. “What is the tip of my knife compared to the size of my cock inside you?”

She mewls when I circle around her slit with one hand while I draw the round shape of the R with the other on her chest.

“Fuck!” she hisses.

“That’s it,” I say, etching in the curve. “You take it so well.”

I lean over to pick up a droplet of her blood, rolling down with my tongue right through the mask, rolling it over her nipple so her pain turns into pleasure. I lean back up again and thrust in another inch.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it? More of me deep in the crevices of your darkest desires,” I tease, burying myself deeper and deeper.

I place the knife next to the R I just carved and begin shaping the letter E.

“Take my name and make each letter your own,” I say as I carve it into her skin right above her tits. “Own my goddamn soul like yours belongs to me.”

While I cut her, I flick her clit under the pad of my thumb so her brain confuses the pain with lust.

She bites down on her tongue but still can’t keep the loud moan at bay as I thrust in deeper.

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