Page 73 of Boys Who Taint

The towel around his waist isn’t big enough to cover his dick.

The tip is showing.

And it’s pierced.

Fuck.

Wait a minute … wasn’t Ghost pierced too? Or did I imagine it because of the delirium he put me in?

Apollo leans in, planting both hands beside my head, and I swallow away the lump in my throat.

“Don’t leave when the fun is just getting started.”

I’m not gonna let him intimidate me with that big dick even though it’s slowly rising.

“Is that what you tell all the girls who come in here?”

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m a man with needs,” he says, leaning in so close I can nearly touch those rippling abs. “But I’ll gladly push them aside if it means I’ll get to keep you.”

I snort. “Good one. No one’s keeping me anywhere.”

He removes one hand and tilts his head. “Go then, Freckles. Run off.”

I swallow and stand my ground, but then his towel drops to the floor, and my eyes can’t help but slip down toward the thing growing between his legs. Good God. The size of that could break just about anyone. If I had to guess, he’s at least eight inches, but who’s measuring?

“No one’s stopping you.” He doesn’t make any attempt to pick it back up again. “Or maybe that’s exactly what you want.”

“Enough with the semantics. You know what you did. Admit it.”

“Admit what?”

“Don’t play coy.” I plant a finger on his chest and push him until he moves backward. “You’re the one who’s been stalking me.”

He frowns. “Stalkingyou?”

“You were the one who left that note in my room. You’re the guy in the mask, aren’t you? You just couldn’t stop yourself from groping me a second time in the gym after you already had your way with me in the auditorium.”

His lips slowly part as his eyes begin to narrow, but not a single word drops from those dirty lips, and that surprises me. He and that big ego of his would be more than happy to claim the truth now that it’s out in the open, right?

“I caught you,” I say.

A smoldering laugh finally leaves his mouth. “Oh Freckles, you have the most amazing imagination. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on.” He groans, his shaft bobbing up and down as he leans in. “And I would definitely take you up on the offer if you’d ever give yourself as a willing victim to my chase.”

I gulp.

He could be lying.

“But if it was me who touched you, you’d definitely know.”

“You called me a slut,” I growl back.

“Did I?” He scratches his chin. “I’ll call you whatever you want. I’m into everything, Freckles. No kink is a limit to me.”

No limits. No-holds-barred. That’s what he said.

I fish my knife from my pocket and aim it at his chest, but he grabs my wrist just before I puncture his skin.

“Admit it!”

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