Page 72 of Evil Boys

Not him.

Me.

Begging. Begging forme.

I stand, forced into action by her words.

“That’s what I want to hear,” Nathan grunts.

Right then, ropes of cum spurt out of him, and he covers her in filth. And for a second there, I almost want to rip his face off for even putting a speck of dirt on her pretty face and body.

But then I remember he doesn’t know the truth.

He doesn’t know who she is or what she’s done.

If I step in now, he’ll definitely find out she’s the girl we’ve been looking for. And he wouldn’t ever let her go if he knew.

I swallow down the rage, my hands forming fists at the sight of him covering her with more cum, the groans that follow from his mouth setting my rage ablaze.

I didn’t think he’d go this far to make her pay, but I guess I was wrong.

Too fucking late.

Milo moans loudly and squirts his loads all over her too, and it’s fucking everywhere—her clothes, her hair, even her legs. Only her lips and eyes were spared.

Nathan releases his hard-on, which dangles between his legs, and he grips her face and kisses her full on the lips, claiming that mouth that once only belonged to me.

And fuck me, it sets something off deep inside me.

I’m halfway across the room on my way to them when his lips unlatch from hers. Her face is riddled with confusion, eyes wide open, lips still parted like she was waiting for more. Like she actually enjoyed that kiss.

“Now you have what you came here for, slut,” he whispers, smiling in her face.

And she stammers, “No …”

Her eyes slowly turn until they finally find me.

And the invisible thread that connected our fate unravels before us.

Suddenly, a flash of light fills the room, coming from Nathan’s phone, with which he took a picture of her face covered in his cum.

Fuck. She’s not gonna like that.

I march over and push Nathan aside until he almost falls back into the chair. “Hey, what the f—”

But I ignore his protest and rip the buzzing devices that drive her insane out from underneath her, chucking them aside. Then I grasp her face and smash my lips onto hers.

A soft moan escapes her lips as I coyly play with her, forcing her to remember my taste. Her lips are heavenly, just as I remember, sweet, plump, filled with hidden desires she’s kept buried all this time … until my tongue swiping across the roof of her mouth unleashes them.

When our mouths unlatch, I smile against her lips. “Hello again, my violent little kitty. My name is Kai.”

Her widened eyes almost bore a hole into my face, and each second feels like an eternity as her eyes search my face for a reason, a meaning behind all of this insanity.

“You …” she murmurs, her face mesmerizing me. “You’re the one who stole my ribbon.”

Herribbon.

All the blood instantly drains from my face.

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