Page 34 of Vile Boys

I take his mouth, tongue and all, consumed by fury and arousal. A toxic combination for a poisonous need.

“Fuck,” he groans into my mouth.

“Shut up,” I growl as I roll my tongue around his. I grasp hisbulge right through his pants and say, “You can’t stop, can you?”

“No,” he responds, making my blood boil.

I release my grip from around his throat, and he sucks in a deep breath before I place them on his shoulders and say, “On your knees.”

I lower my zipper while he looks up at me with greedy eyes.

“You walk around with that hard-on for the rest of the day,” I growl as I part his lips and bring my tip to his mouth. “She made me hard as fuck. That’s your fault. Now fucking take care of it.”

His pierced tongue rolls around my shaft, and I tilt my head back when he says, “Yes, Sir.”

Crystal

I keep walkingwithout looking back until I finally reach the exit and head out into the open air and sun, trying to breathe.

Don’t let it get to you. You’re stronger than this. You can take them.

I suck in a fresh breath of air and focus on steadying my heart rate.

No one saw what Ares did under the table. They just saw you fall from someone’s lap, that’s it.

But what if they heard me moan?

What if they heard me beg?

Something touches my shoulder, and I shriek out loud.

“Crystal?”

I barely register that Penelope’s standing behind me.

“Are you okay? Did something happen?”

I snap out of it. “I … uh … I just had an accident in the cafeteria.”

I don’t know why, but I don’t want to tell her the truth. She already got hounded and chased by those boys of the Skull & Serpent Society because they wanted her so badly they just took her for themselves. I don’t want to put this on her plate too.

“Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong,” Penelope says.

“No-nothing,” I lie.

If I told her the truth, she’d get swept into their madness alongwith me, and if push comes to shove, and they end up hurting her, there will be an all-out war between the Tartarus and the Skull & Serpent. I can’t have that on my conscience too.

“I’m okay,” I say, nodding. “I just had a panic attack from being stressed out. That’s all.”

She grabs me and hugs me tight, and it grounds me.

“Thank you,” I mutter.

“Do you want me to grab you a drink? A bite to eat?” she asks.

I shake my head, smiling. “No, I’m good. Thank you. I just wanna go back to my room. Maybe lie down for a bit.”

“Of course,” she replies. “If you need me, call me, okay?”

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