Page 46 of Vile Boys

“Or what?” I taunt. “You’re not going to hurt me.” I pause and raise a brow. “Your dad won’t let you.”

His face tightens. “Tell me no again,” he says through gritted teeth. “Swear to God, Crystal, I will make you regret it.”

I gather my courage, knowing full well what these vile boys are capable of. But if my mom and his dad being together hurts him so damn much, then I’m going to be their biggest cheerleader just out of spite.

He knows I’m right.

If my mom and his dad are together, he can’t hurt me.

“No.”

Suddenly, he pushes down the door handle and shoves me inside the bathroom, locking us both inside within mere seconds.

My heart is racing in my throat as I back away while he keeps stalking toward me. But when my legs hit the tub unexpectedly, I fall…

His strong hand grips around my forearm, keeping me from crashing headfirst into the wall. But the air feels too thick with tension as I stare into his hazel eyes, thick lashes lowering over them as his gaze intensifies. I struggle to even breathe properly.

My eyes flick across the sink, looking for something to grab and use as a weapon. A toothbrush, a comb, a toothpick, the … scissors.

“Don’t even think about it,” he growls.

His nostrils flare, the piercing glinting in the dark as the only light that comes into the bathroom is from the little window at the top of the door. “Whatever game you’re playing, you won’t win.”

My eyes slowly dip down his face to look at the intricate tattoos on his neck, a spiderweb filled with roses. “What game?”

A wicked, upturned grin spreads on his face. “The one where you pretend you didn’t purposely come to that café with your mother because you knew I’d be there.” He licks his bottom lip, and my eyes briefly dart up to the glimmering piercing on his lip. “The game where you pretend you’re an innocent girl who tries her best to stay away from the bad boys her mom no doubt warned her about. You think hurting you is the only way I can make you do what I want?”

Suddenly, he reaches for my pocket and steals my phone with ease.

“Hey!” I shout as he swiftly turns around and dials some number.

A phone starts ringing.

He chucks my phone into the sink, and I jump on it to see if the screen isn’t cracked. “You asshole! Why’d you steal my ph—”

He holds up his phone. “I have your number now.”

An icy cold shiver runs up my spine as he tucks it back into his pocket. I drop my phone right back into the sink while he keeps getting closer and closer to me. Before I know it, his hand has snaked around my neck.

“This girl has been very, very bad, hasn’t she? She can’t stay away from danger.”

“I have no idea what you’re—”

He squeezes, and I can’t breathe.

His other hand cracks open my jaw, and he pushes in two fingers until I gag, tears forming in my eyes from the sheer fullness in my throat.

When he takes them out again and releases me from his grip, I cough and heave.

“Another lie and it’ll be my cock in your throat next.”

“Jesus!” I say.

“Don’t call out his name. He’s not here, and he definitely won’t be watching what I do to you.”

I have to put a stop to this.

I lunge at the small scissors lying on the sink, but his hand wraps around my wrist the second my fingers touch the handle. And he shoves me into the tub, grabbing my neck so it doesn’t snap.

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