Page 55 of Vile Boys

Fuck.

Caleb stands up and looks down at me, licking his top lip like he’s admiring his artwork. But the harsh look on his face slowly begins to change into something less violent, more … aghast. Eyes bore a hole into my face and chest, his facial muscles tightening and releasing as he grimaces.

What is going through his head?

And why do I even care?

“Caleb?”

The sound of his father’s voice has both of us on edge.

He swiftly tucks his dick back into his pants, steps out of the tub, and snatches the knife off the edge.

RIP!

He slices through the shower curtain and then unfurls the shower hose from my other wrist, releasing me from my bond.

He bends over and grips my chin. “Don’t ever say a word about this to anyone. Ever.”

But before I can even open my mouth, he’s already opened the locked door and marched out, slamming it shut behind him.

CALEB

She’s consumed me already.

With just one look, one touch, she’s beguiled me.

Fuck.

I should’ve known following her that night of the party was a bad idea, but I just had to go and stalk the girl Ares was obsessing about … and now I’m obsessed too.

I have to get out of here.

I storm down the hallway in her mother’s house, angry as hell.

I should not have fucking done that.

But fuck, I wanted to so fucking badly I couldn’t stop myself any longer.

She pissed me off with her Little Miss Innocent ruse and her incessant need to say no straight to my face, but most of all, that delicious fucking body I just can’t get enough of.

I knew I would one day go this far when I saw her touching herself.

That I would take without asking.

That I would taste her in my mouth and be so overcome by the desire to claim her as my own that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.

I hate her for it. I hate what she’s done for me. I hate that I barelyknow her and still want her to think only of me.

If Ares finds out, he’ll definitely kill me.

And there’s no way Crystal will be able to clean up the fucking mess I made and still look presentable. Dad’s gonna see her and know what I did.

Fuck.

I have to get out of here.

I storm down the stairs and walk straight past the dinner table.

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