Page 181 of Boys Who Taint

Their fiery kiss is completely out of control, and I’m left with a wantonness I can’t describe. After what Grey and I did tonight, the fire in me is blazing out of control, searching for a way to combust, and with Apollo’s delectable kisses, he’s set off a chain reaction I can no longer control.

The moment his lips leave Grey’s, he grabs my neck and pulls me in, closer, closer, until my lips collide with Grey, and we kiss with an unquenchable thirst for more. I can taste his seedy desires, his need for me to be taken while he watches, and something about that is just so damn hot I can’t stop wanting more.

More, more, more, so much more.

I kiss Grey hard, burying all of my rage in my lust for him, while Apollo’s hands gravitate to my waist, slipping under my shirt toward my chest. But worst of all, I don’t want him to stop. He cups my breasts, squeezing as he plants dirty kisses all over the back of my neck, and I moan into Grey’s mouth.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Apollo whispers into my ear, lulling me into submission as he begins to toy with my nipples.“To share you with him and kiss you until you can’t tell us apart anymore.”

His words are like an aphrodisiac, and when Grey’s lips lower to my chin, Apollo takes over, tilting my head upward as he towers over me and kisses me upside down. His tongue swipes across the seam of my mouth, and for some reason, I actually let him in.

These boys with these devious kisses have taken over my mind, and I don’t want them to stop. I know we should. I know it isn’t right. But then why does it feel so damn good?

“You taste of him,” he groans into my mouth. “Delicious.”

Apollo’s lips are tantalizing as he roams my mouth, groaning with delight, and I’m slowly turning into a puddle in his hands while Grey’s mouth scours my clavicles, pressing delectable kisses everywhere he goes. And slowly but surely, my shirt is being taken off.

I’m sandwiched between two men who yearn for me so badly they’ve resigned to sharing me instead just so they can both have a taste, and I’m not even sure I mind.

When the kiss stops, my lips still zing with the need for more, but Apollo slams his lips onto Grey’s mouth instead while I’m still between them. Their hands are all over my body. Apollo twists my nipples, making me moan out loud, while Grey’s fingers dive between my legs. He rolls them around my slit while kissing Apollo, and I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything sexier than this.

“God, I’m so hungry for you both,” Apollo murmurs against Grey’s lips, slipping his hand down my body, only for him to grab Grey’s dick pressed up against me.

Grey whimpers into Apollo’s mouth. His ravenous lips pull away from Grey, only to connect with mine again in delirium while he’s still fondling Grey right through the fabric of his pants. I don’t know why I’m doing this, why I’m letting this happen, why I don’t want them to stop.

Both of these boys are violent killers, capable of ruination, and a part of me wonders if one of them could be my Ghost, fulfilling the promise of filthy pleasure in exchange for death.

What if it’s true? What if one of them has been lying to keep their secret safe from me? From family, friends? From the one we want to kill?

I swallow back a gulp as Grey’s fingers dive inside me, coaxing out more moans until my brain can no longer function. Until it no longer matters who’s who, and what’s at stake.

“Don’t you see how much I’ve craved you all this time?” Apollo mutters between his kisses. “I would doanythingto get to you.Anything.”

“Even conspiring with Levi,” I mutter.

“Even that,” Apollo answers.

Still, I let him kiss me and fondle my nipples, because this isn’t about who’s wrong or right anymore. This is about pure, unadulterated lust coursing through all of our veins.

“Let. Me. Have. You,” he murmurs.

My skin is still covered in blood, yet Apollo’s ravenous tongue slips down my neck and licks it all up like he adores the violence in me, and something about that makes my defenses crack.

“Oh fuck, yes,” Grey groans.

Fuck. It’s over. I’m done for. We all are.

“Take me,” I whisper against his lips.

He smiles, actually smiles, and then pushes us both back toward his bed.

“That’s what I wanted to hear, Freckles.”

Apollo

With her body,I push Grey onto my double king-sized bed, and I whisper, “Take off his clothes.”

Then I spin her around and push her toward him so she also falls over, right on top of him. I grab a few supplies from my cabinet while she goes to work. Grey lifts his arms, and she tugs the shirt right over his head, her tits smashing in his face, and he gleefully sucks on her nipples like he hasn’t done so in a year.

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