Page 40 of Vile Boys

I try to move past him, but he follows my step to the side. I stare up into his cold, hazel eyes, which turn more threatening the longer I look into them.

“Are you going to let me pass?”

He tilts his head to the right, the left side of his lip turning up into a mischievous, lopsided grin. “No.”

My nostrils flare. “I can scream. You know that, right?”

“Do it,” he retorts, the smile disappearing from his face. “Who do you think is faster?” He steps closer. “Security … or my hand curling around your throat?”

I gasp, and a squeak nearly escapes my mouth, but I force it back down.

“I’m not going to let you threaten me,” I say. “I did nothing wrong.”

“Then why were you there?” he repeats.

“I was invited,” I answer, folding my arms.

He takes another step until he’s right in front of me. “Not the party … the gate.”

The gate. Does he mean the one beside the Tartarus House?

My blood runs cold.

So they all know I was there.

“I wasn’t.”

Suddenly, his hand is on my throat, and he pushes me until my back hits the wall, and I can’t freaking breathe.

What the hell?

“S-top,” I hiss.

“What did you see?”

“N-nothing,” I lie.

Everything.

I stare him down equally harshly, consequences be damned. His grip around my throat tightens, fingers digging into my skin until I can’t help but claw at his hand, but his grip is unrelenting.

He leans in, hot breath on my skin as he whispers, “The first lie is my fingers around your throat … the next one is my fingersdownyour throat.”

Shit. He can’t be serious. Would he actually do that?

“So you choose, Crystal.” His eyes flicker with excitement. “If I know you well enough, I know you’ll pick the safer option.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” I hiss.

I can feel his smile against my cheek. “I already know more about you than you want me to.” His body presses up against mine, bulge hardening against my thigh. “I know who your friends are. What your room looks like. What you look like when you come on someone else’s lap.” He pauses, his grin deepening. “What you sound like when you play with yourself.”

My eyes widen.

“What?”

A dirty smirk forms on his face. “Do you really not know?”

And then it dawns on me.

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