Page 63 of Vile Boys

He spits back.

Right into my mouth.

“I’ll be the one tomakeyou fucking dirty,” he groans. “Now swallow.”

Oh God.

The knife tips up against my lips. “Go on.”

I do what he says despite the humiliation and swallow down both of our spit.

“Good girl.”

He lowers the knife and leans in, his lips hovering so close to mine, and I suck in a breath. Instead, he reaches for the doorknob and locks the door, stealing the key. A wicked grin spreads on his lips as he leans back and watches me for a moment.

Then he steps back, tucking the key into his pocket.

“Give me back the key,” I grit.

With a smug smile, he steps back until he reaches my bed. He sitsdown, palms behind his back. “Come and get it then.”

I lean against the door and look for a way out, but the only other option is through my window, the same way he came in.

“Don’t even think about it,” he says. “I will catch you before you make it halfway across the room.”

My teeth clench together.

Shit. He’s lured me into a trap in my own room.

“Now, come here, Crystal.”

“No.”

My eyes flutter to my bag.

My knife is in there. If I can grab it, I might be able to fend him off.

WHACK!

Caleb’s knife lands right beside my head into the wood.

He threw an actual fucking knife at my head.

“Grabbing your knife will do you no good, Crystal. So go ahead, grab mine. See if you can hit me.”

He’s completely insane.

Still, I grab the handle, the blade much heavier than mine as I rip it out of the cracked wood. I clutch it tightly, slowly walking toward him while keeping a careful eye so I don’t misstep.

And then I strike.

He swiftly grabs my wrist and twists my hand until it hurts, and I drop the knife. Right into his other hand.

“What did I tell you?” His voice is low, gruff, almost like he’s warning me not to overstep his boundaries. “You can’t win this game.”

He pulls me to him and lifts me from the floor, only to throw me over his lap.

“What are you doing?”

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