Page 89 of Vile Boys

His gravelly voice makes my whole body erupt into goose bumps.

His eyes briefly rise to meet Caleb’s gaze. “Are you watching?”

Caleb nods.

“Good.”

Suddenly, Ares grabs my cheeks and smashes his rough lips on mine.

I’m too stunned to even speak, let alone bite back, as he devours my mouth like it always belonged to him.

CRYSTAL

I’ve never gotten a kiss this consuming, this overpowering.

His lips roam mine, piercing through them with his tongue to claim that too. I’m helpless to stop him, weak against his rough lips that leave scorching kisses on my mouth. His tongue rolls around mine as he moans against my lips, and my whole body vibrates with a need I never knew I could have.

But this man … is a monster.

I shouldn’t let him kiss me.

Not like this.

Not ever.

I bite down on his tongue, and he pulls out. “You bit me.”

He licks up the blood like he’s reveling in the fact that I did. But his eyes immediately flicker back up to Caleb with intensity, almost as if he wants to tell him something with his eyes alone.

A word even I can discern just from the look on his face.

Mine.

“Get on the bench,” he tells me. “All fours.”

My eyes narrow, settling on his pocket where I know he keeps that damn knife.

Steal it. Gut him.

Make him bleed.

But no matter how hard the knife in his pocket is luring me to act out on the vicious thoughts swirling through my mind, I can’t get myself to actually do it. If I tried … they’d kill my mother.

I have no choice.

Crawling back to the bench, I slowly lift myself while both their eyes gorge on my naked breasts like ravenous animals.

I feel humiliated as I kneel on this wooden bench, shivering from the cold rain clattering down. But when Ares stands before me, I don’t feel nearly as cold anymore because of those icy gray eyes staring me down.

“Unzip me.”

I don’t know why, but his voice alone can command my body, and I move my hand to his zipper. He grabs my wrist. “Slowly.”

Only when I nod does he release me.

I zip him down slowly as he demands, my eyes briefly flicking to the knife in his pocket.

Don’t do it. Not now. Not yet.

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