Page 49 of Vile Boys

“Oh yes,” I groan, picturing his hard-on poking her in the ass. “I saw you too, writhing on his lap, desperate to come.”

“He forced me,” she responds.

I throw her a glare. “You begged for him, and you will beg for me.”

She scowls, visibly struggling with how good my thumb feels on her wetness. “How long are you going to keep this up?”

I watch her tense from my touch. “Forever if I must.”

“Why? To get a point across? To get a rise out of me?”

I lick my lips. “The only thing rising here will be my cock.”

Her cheeks turn bright red. “Ridiculous. My mom is downstairs. She’ll check on us at any moment now.”

“Then you’d better not make me wait long,” I say.

I circle around with my thumb achingly slow until she slowly begins to understand we’re not going anywhere.

“Why are you doing this? Just to punish me?”

She made her decision when she repeatedly denied me and told me she wouldn’t get her mother to back off. This is her fault, and now I’ll force her to face the consequences.

“I gave you a choice,” I growl back, swatting her legs open when she tries to close them on me. “You chose wrong.”

When she tries to kick me again, I grip her leg tightly until my fingers dig in, and I bring my lips down to her ankle and press a delicate kiss onto her skin. She wriggles in the constraints, her body slowly erupting into goose bumps as I go higher and higher … and higher up her silky smooth legs.

“Did you think of him while you played with yourself?” I ask, dragging my piercing along her skin. “Did you imagine it was his hands touching you?”

“If I’d known you were behind my window, I would’ve never done that. You watched me like a creep,” she says, struggling to breathe through what I’m doing.

She’s still pretending my touches do nothing to her.

Pity for her, I see right through that lie too.

“You watched us,” I muse, throwing her a devious glance as I lickher skin and circle around between her legs. “It’s only fair I watch you too.”

Her lips part. “That was diff—”

I put one finger against my lips and press my other hand back onto her pussy to play with her while watching her try so hard to resist the building arousal in her body.

“You’re going to give me everything he gave you,” I say, biting my lip when she begins to throb under my touch. “And then you’re going to watch me do the same.”

She frowns. “What?”

Enough talking.

I grip her knees with both hands. Her head rises as I perch myself between her legs and lean in.

“What are you—”

Her words turn into a strangled moan as I press my tongue onto her clit.

No wonder Ares got so turned on by the taste of her on his fingers.

A grin spreads on my face.

He may have been the first to taste her … but I will be the first to feast on her.

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