Page 24 of Evil Boys

RIP!

My panties are torn apart, ripped at the seam, and he chucks them aside.

“On this needy pussy?” He cups my pussy like he owns it, and I suck in a breath.

With the knife, he forces me to tilt my head and leans in to whisper into my ear, “What would your brother say if he found you here, Lana?”

What?

How does he know who my brother is?

Who is this guy?

“Would he berate you for coming to one of our parties?” I’m acutely aware of the sharp blade traveling down my neck until the point of the knife stops near my heart. “Would he still love you if he knew what you truly are? A cold-hearted murderer.”

My pupils dilate at the thought of my brother discovering what I’ve been doing in my spare time. And not only that but also for him to hear it from this fucker’s mouth. “You wouldn’t.”

Felix doesn’t know, and there’s no way this guy—

“You don’t have proof,” I blurt out, trying to ignore his fingers as they press against my slit again, slowly swirling around as if to lull me into submission.

“Don’t I?” He smiles against my ear while he plays with me. And even though I don’t want his fingers there, I’m slowly getting wetter and wetter. “Are you willing to take that chance, kitty?”

I swallow as the blade reaches the top of my dress, my nipples peaking against the fabric.

“Don’t. Don’t involve my brother,” I grit.

“Maybe your father, then?”

I hold my breath. Fuck. Not him.

“No.”

“What are you willing to sacrifice?” His low voice and breath linger in my ear. “How far are you willing to go to keep your dirty little secret?”

His voice is maliciously dark and laced with desire, and I can’t help but moan when he circles around achingly slow. And the knife slowly pushes down the lace dress over my breasts until they spill out of their cups, exposing me. A low, humming groan emanates from his body as the tip of the knife circles across my nipples.Myknife. And for some reason, I feel like he wants me to know that.

“How much are you willing to bleed?”

I suck in a breath when he punctures my skin right above, warm blood oozing down across my nipples.

I shouldn’t let him do this, but what fucking choice do I have?

I’m out of weapons, and he stops me whenever I try to move.

Not to mention the disgraceful amount of desire pooling between my legs, distracting me from what I was supposed to do.

“Now make your choice, little kitty. What’s it going to be?” he whispers. “Keep your secret or your body?”

It feels like electricity sparks between us, magnetizing every inch of my skin that touches his.

“Secret.”

It’s out before I know it, but the choice can’t be undone, and I know full well what it will cost me.

A hint of a smile tugs at his lips. I can’t see it, but I can feel it against my skin. “Good choice.”

LANA

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