Page 119 of Vile Boys

“Whatever.” She jerks open the door handle.

“What are you doing?”

She hops out. “Leaving.”

“Crystal. Get in the car.”

“No.” She slams the door shut.

I push the button so the window goes down. “Get. In.”

“No, thanks. I’d rather not die.”

“We didn’t die.”

“No thanks to you,” she retorts and starts walking.

I back up my car and drive alongside her. “Because you finally let yourself go. Stop walking.”

She continues her strut. “Leave me alone.”

“It’s dark. We’re almost there. C’mon. Let me drive you.”

“I don’t want to be anywhere near you,” she hisses.

“Your body still belongs to us whether you want it to or not.”

“You’ve had your fill, haven’t you?” she says, peering inside at the cum all over my steering wheel.

I wipe it off, then lick it off my hand. Watching her eyes almost bulge out of her head is the best thing I’ve seen tonight. Okay, maybe second best, after the orgasmic face she made.

“You underestimate my lusty needs,” I say.

“Whatever. You can take care of them yourself. I’m done. I’m not willing to risk my life too. I didn’t sign up for that.”

I keep driving beside her despite her walking off. “I won’t kill you.”

She stops in her tracks. “You almost did. I’m no better off with you than those dudes you shot.”

Now that … that fucking hits hard.

“Crystal …”

“I don’t fucking trust you.” The look in her eyes is so cold it makes me recoil, and I don’t fucking understand why. “You wanted me to hate you? You got your wish.”

I’ve never cared about any girl before.

But those words she just uttered make me turn my car around.

“Fine. Suit yourself. Fuck you.”

And I drive off to get as far away from her as fast as possible.

I dropped her off at Spine Ridge U safely. What more could she want?

I slam my hands against the steering wheel and yell, “Fuck!”

None of it will curb my rage.

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