Page 191 of Boys Who Taint

I crush the camera in my hand and go through her room, ripping out every piece of furniture, every drawer, every shelf, and everything between until I’ve located at least five more cameras, even one in her bathroom, and I destroy them all on sight.

I storm out of her room through the door and head down the stairs, where a girl screams at me.

“Holy shit, how did you get in?”

“Got a key,” I lie. “Where’s Aspen?”

She shrugs. “Last I saw her, she and Grey emerged from her car and ran toward the Phantom Society house. They looked like a bloodied mess.”

My eyes widen. “What happened?”

“I don’t know. Maybe she got into a fight.” She raises her hands. “I wasn’t there. I just saw them through the window while I was making a cup of tea. That’s all.”

My nostrils flare, and I waltz off.

“You’re welcome!” she yells after me, but I’m not even listening anymore.

I’m like a goddamn bullet aiming right for my target.

But I won’t even have to kill him.

Aspen will do it for me.

Aspen

I listento my own unsteady heart, wishing it didn’t feel so good to be degraded like this. I never knew this part of me existed, let alone hungered for an experience such as this.

“God, I fucking love you,” Grey murmurs.

I smile, feeling the warmth of his love vibrating through my body. But a part of me wonders if this will last. If this, whatever this was, could ever be repeated. If I could possibly have more than just one boyfriend.

My brain slowly comes back to life, and so does my body as it begins to tingle and hurt from all the kinky fuckery. And I really wish those restraints would come off. “Please … my arms …” I mumble.

Apollo unlocks the clamps around my wrists, and I grunt as I roll down onto the bed like a rag doll completely spent. He chuckles as he releases my feet too, then works on Grey’s ankles and wrists.

“Why did you have to put them on so tightly?” he asks.

“To teach you a lesson,” Apollo replies, winking. “Did it work?”

Grey rolls his eyes but still blushes, and Apollo grips his cheek and squeezes it. “Cutie.”

“Fuck you,” Grey says, swatting him away.

Apollo laughs. “Already done and did, and proud of it.”

I’m face down in the mattress but still manage to mumble, “Arrogant son of a bitch.”

THWACK!

I jolt up and squeal from the sudden smack to my ass.

“And don’t you just fucking love it?” he says.

That man can go on for days, I swear.

“Are you ever tired?” I ask as I turn around to look at him.

“With this body? Not a chance.” He flexes, and I grumble again, rolling my eyes.

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