Page 227 of Boys Who Taint

Aspen

He lowersme to the ground and crawls on top of me while tears roll down my cheeks. Tears from the relinquished rage. Tears of defeat. Tears of absolute destruction of the soul. Because he just quite literally sucked it out of my body.

There’s no coming back from this … No coming back from giving your body to a monster.

He picks up my tears with his thumb. “Crying for me now, Firefly?” He brings his thumb to his lips and dips out his tongue, licking up my salty tears like it’s a desert after the main course. “Even your tears taste like heaven to me.”

He grabs my hands and plants them on his chest, slowly sliding them down across his muscular pecs and the myriad of tattoos, all the way down his perfect abs that make my mouth water as we get to his pants. And for just a moment, I’ve completely forgotten all about the devious things he’s done to me.

“Take out my cock, Aspen,” he says.

His eyes never leave mine as my fingers hook under the fabric and slowly pull down until his length springs out, glistening piercings and all, and it still makes me swallow back the lump in my throat.

“Touch me,” he says.

I lick my lips, hesitant, but I still do what he says, despite the fact that my wrists are still bound. I start at the base, feeling my way up the shaft. He’s huge in my small hands, and I can’t help but feel like it’ll never fit.

But it already has.

Hemadeit fit.

My pussy throbs from the mere memory of him taking me in that pillory, as well as in the woods when he tied Grey up, but I still can’t put two and two together that Levi is my Ghost. That they are both one and the same.

When I get to the tip, it bobs up and down in my hand, and I slowly push back to watch the veins pop as I slowly jerk him off. But he remains motionless as he towers over me on his knees, judging the way I look at him like he’s trying to decipher whether I’m doing this for him … or for me.

If this is a halfhearted decision, or if my soul is fully in it.

But touching him like this reminds me of all the fucked-up kinky stuff he did to me, and all the ways he already made me want to beg for him when he was still wearing that mask.

God, that mask made it so much easier to give in. To let go.

“No.” He grips my wrist and makes me stop when I’m at the base. “I want you … towantme. Touch me.”

My lips part, but words escape me.

Nothing could ever describe the turmoil in my mind, the fracturing of the soul, the splitting of the heart, all torn by the duality of one single man.

Because he is my tormentor, my stalker, my toughest enemy … and my biggest crush.

His Adam’s apple rises and falls. “I want you to see what you do to me.”

My hands slip up his wet abs, touching all the curves and dips of his muscular body, and I revel in the fact that he’s shuddering from just a simple touch of my fingers. Everywhere I go, goosebumps pop up like his skin has been dying for my attention all these years, and it’s always gone unnoticed.

When I reach as far as I can go, he leans in, allowing me to feel his tatted neck, the little strands of hair covering his face, and the dip in his skin where his devious half smile makes me blush.

I pull him closer, feeling his hot, greedy breath on my skin before I press a single kiss on his lips.

I’m broken.

Because God … I want him.

I want him so badly I can’t fucking breathe.

And I whisper, “Fuck me.”

His dick throbs against my belly, a hungered groan leaving his throat. His hand slides down my body, leaving goose bumps in its wake as he lifts my leg and presses the tip against my entrance.

He grins. “That’s my girl.”

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