Page 224 of Boys Who Taint

“Aspen!” he roars. “Say it. Say you don’t want me. Say you hate me. Goddammit, say it for your own fucking good.”

I shake my head as he lifts me onto his lap and buries his lips between my breasts.

“Please,” he says, still lavishing me with kisses. “Make me stop.”

“Don’t stop,” I say as he drags his lips all over my neck and back to my lips again, smothering me with a greed so vast it makes me dizzy.

“Fuck,” he groans, clutching my ass as he pulls me on top of him in the water, his hard-on poking me in the thigh.

He wades through the water, never taking his lips off mine as we slowly get back to shore, his kisses maddening as hell. But the moment we hit sand, he goes to his knees with me still in his arms, toppling us over until he’s right on top of me.

“You’ve asked for it now,” he groans, licking his way down my neck.

My wet shirt clings to my body, and he dips his fingers inside from the top, brushing his fingers across my sensitive nipples.

“F-fuck, I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long,” he groans. “So fucking taut and perfect.”

RIP!

He tears my shirt from the top all the way to the bottom, ripping it to shreds. He grabs my hands and holds them above my head in a vise grip.

“What are you doing?”

He ties the torn shirt around my wrists, tying the knot tightly.

“You think I’m going to be gentle? You shouldn’t have saved me, Firefly. I’m still that same fucking monster who hunted you. Preyed on you. Used you until your knees caved in and your moans filled the fucking room.”

He leans in and licks my skin, and I shiver on the ground, but I don’t know if it’s from the cold or from the terror of what I’ve unleashed. The boy with the dark eyes always made it hard to look at him, and I never really understood it until now.

The infatuation runs so deep it scares even me. But now I’m even more distracted because of the way he just tied me up after kissing me senseless.

What is he going to do?

He leans up to look at me from above, taking his time, while I’m completely flustered.

“Too fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs. “Too easy to taint.”

My eyes flutter across his body, the thick muscles, and all the inches of skin covered in tats and scars from fights to defend himself from the people who wanted him dead. Even me.

Could I look past all the death and destruction?

Can I see the man inside the monster?

His hands slide down my body in exploration, lingering near my hardened nipples, as though he’s admiring me from an angle he’s never seen before, and it humbles me. Confuses me.

Who is this man?

Is he Levi or Ghost?

Those damning eyes connect with mine as he slowly lowers himself on top of me again, whispering into my ear. “You’re still scared of me, aren’t you?” He grins against my ear. “All that chasing and you still can’t get enough of the fear.” He nibbles on my earlobe. “But it’sme, baby.”

Baby. Exactly what Ghost always called me.

“I’m your ghost, your monster, the only one who knows about all your fucked-up cravings.”

His fingers slip down my body, pushing down my pants until I’m exposed to the elements, and when he dips inside, I gasp.

“You’re confused, so let me make it fucking easy for you. Close your eyes. Listen to my voice.” It’s the whispering. God, it’s that same fucking whispering from the auditorium and the Phantom House. “Do I remind you of someone?”

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