Page 110 of Evil Boys

And I worry for a moment this is gonna get rough.

A jacket slowly slips off his shoulders and falls to the floor as he loosens his cuffs and rolls them up. He reaches for his tie, a black one this time. The suits he wears are always a distraction to my eye because it makes him look sexy even when he shouldn’t. He takes it off slowly, the top button on his white shirt coming undone too, tattoos peeking out from below. I swallow, unable to look away as he stops in the middle of the bathroom, clenching the tie.

“Are you going to tie me up again? Use me like your friends did?” I ask, contempt lacing my voice.

He tilts his head forward and suddenly wraps the tie around his wrists, making me gawk. “No …” His knees slowly cave in on him, and he sinks to the cold, hard stones right in front of me. His eyes gaze up at me like he wants to worship me like I’m his goddess. “I want to submit. To be punished, to be hurt … to be used. Command my body. I am yours.”

MILO

She stares at me in shock, but all I see is the beautiful, violent creature I would give my fucking life to. I barely know her, but I’ve seen enough to know she’s exactly what I’ve been looking for.

Exactly what I’ve been searching for in Nathan too, whose callous touch makes me yield so easily. But his grip is harsh, uncaring, and the dynamic we share only exists because of his need to release his pent-up rage.

But this girl … this girl has all the bottled-up desires, all the fucked-up darkness I crave … even if she doesn’t realize it yet.

But I will coax it out of her.

“Are you joking?” she asks.

I shake my head. “Would I be on my knees for you if I were?”

Her eyes narrow and I love how the confusion on her face is slowly making place for intense curiosity.

She steps away from the radiator, confidence slowly pouring back in. “You wantmeto hurt you?”

I lick my lips. “You’ve brought your bigger knife, haven’t you?”

She snorts and loses the insecurities for arrogance, the kind that makes me hard as a rock without ever being touched. And she pulls it out of her pocket, dangling it in front of me.

“Of course I have. You didn’t think I’d go anywhere without it, did you?”

A filthy smirk forms on my face. “Attagirl.”

She walks closer and raises the knife, tipping up my chin with the blade. “You talk mighty for someone on his knees.” She slips the blade farther and farther until the sharpness cracks my skin open right where my Adam’s apple meets the blade.

I swallow. “You seemed like you needed encouragement, so I gave it to you.”

“Encouragement?” The blade pushes farther until it breaks me open, and a drop of warm blood rolls across my skin, the heat setting my body on fire. “How’s that for encouragement?”

Fuck, I love her disdain, the smugness; it turns me on so much my cock’s already bursting at the seam of my pants.

“Yes,” I groan. “Whatever you want.”

“Anything?” she asks.

“Anything.”

The cut becomes deeper.

“What if I cut you until you can no longer breathe?”

I close my eyes and suck in my last breath. “Then I’d be a lucky man to have taken my last breath shared with you.”

Her eyes narrow as she stares me down and grips the knife tighter, her body hardening as she stands before me. But then she suddenly retracts the blade and cuts into my shoulder instead. A moan slips from my mouth as the blood stains my shirt.

“Fuck …”

Another slice to the other shoulder makes my cock bounce in my pants, stretching the fabric to its limit.

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