Page 90 of Vile Boys

Do it when he least expects it.

But my eyes instantly flick back toward the giant cock that immediately pops out. Not just because it’s much larger than Caleb’s was, but also because of the numerous piercings in the head. Four metal buds all aligned in a cross all inside the glans, and then another one underneath the tip.

My God. It has to be at least ten inches, if not more.

That thing will never fit inside me.

“Are you surprised at my piercings, little rose?” he murmurs, and he tips up my chin with a single finger so I look at his eyes instead. “Or my size?”

“Probably both,” Caleb murmurs, but Ares ignores him.

He smirks. “Say my name.”

“Ares.”

He sucks in a breath through his teeth, his lip quivering with delight as his length bobs up and down in my face.

“And what am I?”

I know what he wants me to say.

“A man who thinks too highly of himself.”

I couldn’t help myself. I just had to say it.

A filthy, decrepit smirk spreads on his face. “Just as you will, once you’ve felt these King’s Crown piercings go down your throat.”

He grips my wet hair, tilts my head back, and plunges in.

No remorse.

Not an ounce of hesitation.

I gurgle and choke on his size, feeling each of his barbells deep within my throat, his length throbbing with both pleasure and pain as he consumes my very throat like it was made for him and him alone.

“You are not the only one with thorns, little rose,” he grits, pulling out, only to thrust right back in again. “Can you feel them scraping your precious throat?”

Not a second for a breath, nothing except the plunging of his pierced hardness into my mouth over and over again while my eyes almost roll into the back of my head just from the sheer amount of throbbing between my legs.

He left me on the edge of an orgasm on purpose, to make me want this, to make me want to plead and beg for mercy.

Fuck. I never thought I could feel hatred as badly as I do now, but I hate this man with every fiber of my being.

“That’s it. Give me all your loathing and turn it into despair,” he groans, thrusting in faster each time. “Because you will never, ever be freed of this chain you’ve put around your own goddamn neck, of which the only tether is in my merciful hands. You belong to me now.”

He drives in and out, coating my tongue with both Caleb’s cum and his own pre-cum, the two salty tastes mixing into one.

He’s even more of a savage than Caleb was.

“More,” he groans, pushing even farther, far beyond my uvula and down my actual throat, and tears spring to my eyes.

“You thought I couldn’t go any deeper?” he says, sounding amused. “More.”

He goes so far down my throat I can no longer breathe, all while keeping my eyes up to meet his gaze, as though he wants to instill in me the knowledge that I no longer belong to myself.

My entire being … is theirs.

From the corner of my eye, I watch Caleb jerk off, his semi-hard-on still making me anxious.

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