Page 297 of Vile Boys

I waltz right past him and grab her face, kissing her just as hard as he just kissed me, licking the roof of her mouth, rolling my pierced tongue around hers to show her my commitment.

“What you just saw …” I murmur. “I feel for both of you.”

Her reddened lips brush against mine. “I know.”

“Do you? Because I don’t think you understand how much I crave you … how badly my heart bleeds when you’re not around. And now that my father is no longer dating your mom, I don’t have to feel guilty for what I feel.” I plant another kiss on her lips. “I fucking fell in love with both of you. And I need you. I need you more than ever. Stay. Please.”

Crystal

Could we be together?All of us?

“I …”

“Don’t. Don’t force her to stay,” Ares says, and my eyes find his over Caleb’s shoulder. “She needs to make the choice.”

Caleb steps back, allowing me room to breathe and think as I stare at the two handsome men standing in front of me.

“She already closed the door,” Blaine says behind me, peeking infrom the hallway.

Ares’s jaw tenses, and I can see the spark of excitement lighting a fire in his eyes.

I walk closer and look up into those eyes that could tear a girl’s heart out with a simple gaze.

He softly caresses my cheek, and I lean into his hand.

“I was the one who took your smile … but I will do anything to bring it back to this pretty face again.”

A mischievous grin forms on my face as his hand lowers. “Anything?”

My hands rise to his shirt, which I begin to unbutton one by one, his strict gaze on me at all times, but he doesn’t stop me. Not even when I reach the top and push the fabric slowly off his shoulders.

There’s my name, in all its glory, carved into his flesh.

I circle him, my hand still on his muscular body as it slowly slides to his back and across all the fresh scars. I touch the raised skin like the painting on a canvas, ruined by a vandal. All his pain and suffering are out in the opening underneath my fingertips, and he doesn’t even flinch. I am in awe.

“There is one more thing I need to do,” I say as I circle back to his stern gaze again. “Give me your knife.”

His brows furrow as he glares at me for a moment. “Why?”

I hold out my hand. “Trust me.”

With narrowed eyes, he studies me.

I gave him the same words he gave me.

The only question is whether he will honor them or not.

But if he wants this, and I know he does, he’d better treat me like an equal.

He finally makes the decision to fish the knife from his pocket and tucks it into my hand.

The same knife he pulled from my father’s body.

I stare at it for a moment, swallowing away the lump in my throat as I look up into his haunting and beautiful gray eyes.

“Kneel.”

His Adam’s apple moves up and down as he looks up at me with desire.

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