Page 48 of Vile Boys

RIP!

Before she can shriek, I cover her mouth with my knife, and I tear away what’s left of her panties, chucking them into the corner of the bathroom.

“You won’t need those anymore,” I say, her eyes boring a hole into my head. “Ever again.”

Her eyes widen. “What?”

“You heard me,” I say. “You won’t wear these again.”

“Like you get to make that decision.” She scoffs.

I slide the knife across her lips and her cheeks and watch thempuff with repressed anger. “Yes. Or has my knife not made that clear yet?”

She sucks in a ragged breath through her nose but doesn’t respond.

Good. It’s about time she learned to behave.

I pull back the knife and place it on the tub’s rim, just out of reach of her feet so she doesn’t get any ideas.

My hand slides across her mound, and she shudders in place, then jerks the shower hose once more. “That’s not going to work, little slut.”

“Don’t call me that!” she hisses.

When the pad of my thumb slides across her nub, she slams her lips shut to stop the moan from slipping out, but I saw. I definitely fucking saw.

“Because you don’t like it?” I say, rolling my thumb around until her cheeks start to flush. “Or because it makes you feel like you want to submit?”

“Not a chance,” she spits, her thighs flexing when I run my fingers along the inside.

But she’s already dripping, and when I dip my thumb into her wetness, she definitely struggles to maintain her composure.

This is why she’s been chasing us despite knowing exactly what she saw.

She likes the danger. The thrill of getting hurt.

I push up her skirt until it reaches right above her mound, licking my lips at the sight, the memory of the night I watched her play with herself flickering through my mind.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she says.

“I like to look at you,” I respond, and her eyes find mine in the dark. “I enjoy watching you—”

“Suffer?” she interjects.

I bite my lip. “Beg.”

“Never.”

The corner of my lip tips up, and I run my thumb across her slit to see her squirm in place. “We’ll see about that.”

“Do you do this to everyone you’ve barely met?” she retorts. “Tie them up in a bathtub?”

I smirk. “No, just you.”

She shudders in place as I slide up and down her slit, spreadingher wetness all over.

“Did Ares touch you like this?” I ask.

“You saw him?” she rebukes.

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