Page 47 of Vile Boys

RIP!

With his free hand, he tears the shower curtain away and twists it around my wrist, tying it to the pole.

My eyes widen. “What the f—”

He snatches my free wrist and grabs the flexible shower hose from the left, twisting it around my wrist, then seals it back in place.

In two fell swoops, I’ve been tied up in my mother’s tub.

And a villainous boy towers over me with such a wretched smile on his face that it makes my body feel numb.

Oh God.

His blond hair falls over his forehead as he leans in to whisper, “I warned you that you’d regret it.”

I thrash around in the tub, kicking him in the belly. “Let me go!”

He pulls a knife out of his pocket and holds it across my neck. “Not so loud, little slut. Don’t want your mother to hear you scream and see you like this, do you?”

As much as I want either of them to free me, I worry what it would cost me.

“Do you think I wouldn’t use it?” he asks, pushing the blade into my skin.

“You’re insane,” I say through gritted teeth.

He tips up my chin with the knife. “Because of you.”

And even though I want to say he’s lying, something about the way he looks at me stops me from saying the words out loud. I’m strapped to the freaking tub, completely at his mercy.

I can’t let him do this.

He’s the guy who tried to threaten me …

Who came all over my window and watched me play with myself.

He tilts his head, and I begin to thrash again out of spite.

But the knife reminds me of my place as it pushes into my neck.

“Do you have a death wish?” he taunts.

“No, just a wish to kick you in the balls,” I retort.

He snorts. “Still ready to fight, even after I’ve tied you up.”

He grips my ankles tightly and spreads them on the edge of the tub, dragging me toward him. My head hits the bottom of the tub while my thighs fall over. Towering over me, he perches between them. “But your resistance is only a turn-on for me.”

CALEB

When I lean in and take a whiff of her scent, I almost groan out loud with excitement.

After seeing her play with herself, I’ve wondered what it would be like to touch her … to taste her. And now that I’m so close I can’t resist it any longer.

Ares already had his turn. Now she’s mine.

My fingers slide along her legs and up her thighs, underneath that dainty skirt she’s wearing, and I can feel her skin erupt into goose bumps.

She jerks the shower hose to no avail. “What are you doing?”

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