Page 32 of Vile Boys

“Please,what?”

I’m falling apart at the seam.

“Please … let me come.”

The groan he lets loose makes me shiver in place.

He pulls out his left hand, releases my throat, and dips his right hand between my legs, shoving my panties aside so he can finger me.

Oh my God.All this time, he was toying with me with his non-dominant hand?

Just a couple of flicks is all it takes for me to reach the peak.

I shove my own two fingers into my mouth and bite down as I come so hard I nearly squeal out loud.

My head tilts up as the lights on the ceiling turn into stars in my eyes, my whole body feeling like it just floated away into space.

Good God, I don’t want it to stop.

Ares slows his pace, and it’s almost like I’m being dragged from heaven by the devil himself.

He pulls out of my panties and grasps my fingers, tearing them away from my mouth, only to bring them to his. I’m too shocked to even react as he licks off the blood with a wicked grin on his face.

He leans in to whisper, “You will never have enough. Like an addict, you’ll spend the rest of your life wondering when you can get another hit. And you will get …nothing. Unless you beg. Because that is your punishment for looking at me and giving me that rotten smile.”

His hand vanishes from between my thighs, my body still quaking from the orgasm.

My brain finally kicks into gear, and I shove him away, jumping off his lap so swiftly I stumble and fall to the floor.

He tilts his head at me, gazing down at me with disdain, while his bulge protrudes through his pants like it’s ready to rip through me.

“Look around you,” he says.

And when I do, my whole face turns as red as a beet.

Everyone’s looking at me.

Gossiping.

Laughing.

Talking.

Aboutme.

I swallow and crawl up from the floor, scrambling away, but I still can’t help but glance over my shoulder at him.

“Go on. Run, little rose. Run.” His dark face haunts my very fucking soul as he makes a fist with his hand. “Before you get plucked and crushed.”

ARES

I watch her run off like a flower losing its petals to a harsh wind.

She’s almost too pretty to taint.

Almost.

But she’s seen death with her own eyes, and the price she pays is heavy; keep my secret or be destroyed trying to reveal it.

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