Page 33 of Vile Boys

I might end up doing it anyway, just for fun.

My tongue darts out to lick my lips, her blood hardening my shaft. I really can’t resist the taste of her. No wonder I’m having such a hard time holding back.

“Did you really have to go that hard on her?” Blaine asks, picking up his coffee and taking a sip.

“She needed to learn a lesson,” I reply, wiping my hands on a napkin in front of me, and I chuck the thing in the bin ten feet away from us. “She knows not to speak out loud about our business now.”

“Lest anyone know what kind of bastards we truly are,” Blaine muses.

“Bastard and proud,” Caleb says with a grin.

“Caleb.”

My voice immediately makes him drop the wretched smile.

I get up. “Come with me.”

“Don’t be too hard on him either,” Blaine tells me.

I throw Blaine a glare, but when he pouts, it’s hard to stay mad.

“Please, darling,” he adds.

I ignore him and march off, hiding the hard-on in my pants as I strut out of the cafeteria and head straight for the old bathroom that still has a lock on it. I hold open the door until he’s here.

“Get in.”

He reluctantly follows me inside, and I lock the door, waiting until he’s perched against the sink.

“What’s up?”

I pull my gun from my pocket and aim it straight at his head.

His eyes widen, and he slowly lifts his hands in the air.

“It was you, wasn’t it?”

His Adam’s apple rises and falls in his throat. “I couldn’t help myself. After she got back home, she started playing with herself in her bed, and I kind of got carried away watching her.”

My nostrils flare.

He got carried away? That motherfucker…

I pull back the safety.

“Do you know what it could cost us if word got out?” I rasp.

“I was just messing with her head. Like you,” he says, shuddering, but more with delight than actual terror. “You scare her so well.”

“Just messing with her …” I parrot, narrowing my eyes as they slide down his body, settling on the bulge in his pants. “Yet you’re hard as a rock.”

His face shows all kinds of emotions. “So are you.” His eyes flutter down, and his tongue pushes up against the inside of his cheek.

I grasp his throat and shove him all the way to the wall. Anoompfleaves his mouth as his back hits the tiles, and my gun recoils, leaving an imprint on his skin.

My fingers squeeze tighter and tighter until I can feel his heart pulse beneath my thumb, and his breath is in my hands.

And then I lower the gun and smash my lips onto his.

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