Page 111 of Evil Boys

“That’s for coming all over my body in that fucking house of yours,” she grits.

SLICE!

The next one hits me right in the chest, and I groan with excitement and pain as the cut goes deep.

“And that’s for tying me up and touching my nipples and coming all over me again in that fucking alley,” she says through gritted teeth.

SLICE!

She crisscrosses over the previous cut, so there’s an X on my chest, and my shirt falls apart. “And that’s for letting your fucked-up friends use me!”

“Yes,” I groan.

She grips my hair and forcefully jerks my head back. “Apologize to me.”

“I’m sorry,” I say.

“Do you even fucking mean it?” The blade cuts into my skin, but the pain doesn’t faze me.

“I would beg you for forgiveness every fucking day for the rest of my life if you let me.”

Her nostrils flare. She looks so fucking gorgeous when she’s angry with me and everyone who ever did her wrong. “I never asked you to be in my life.”

“Yet I’m here, in the flesh, at your disposal, ready for your every whim.”

The knife suddenly hovers over my face right in front of my eye. “Why?”

“Because you’re a vicious killer, and when I first saw you, I already knew all you needed was someone who you could take out all your rage on.”

Her face contorts, and she mulls it over for a second, the blade still hovering dangerously close to my eye.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” I say. “You can’t because it’ll be a lie. You crave someone to punish, and I’m here.”

“I don’t want to punish you; I want to punishthem,” she responds. “Kai and Nathan.”

“They won’t let you,” I reply. “But I will.”

“Is that why you let Nathan jerk you off in that alley?” she asks. “Does he tell you what to do? Does it get you off?”

Finally, she’s beginning to recognize my depravity. “I serve whoever knows how to control me.”

Her eyes glitter with interest as though she’s finally beginning to understand what I’m offering her.

She leans away and pushes the knife into my chest, only to slip away the fabric, revealing all of my tattoos and the two piercings in my nipples. The tip slides underneath one of the bars, and she tugs at it until I hiss.

“You will obey me.”

I moan with delight when she leans in and whispers close to my face, “Say it.”

“I will obey you … my queen.”

The lewd smile that briefly tips up the corner of her mouth makes my cock twitch. It disappears as quickly as it came.

But I won’t fucking forget.

Not a single second of this entire fucking day. No, scratch that, this entire fucking year.

She slides the knife down my body and slips it into my pants. “Open your zipper. Show me how hard you are.”

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