Page 15 of Vile Boys
“Oh … so the little innocent girl does have some bite to her,” he murmurs. “Good. A chase isn’t fun without a challenge.”
The knife pushes farther into my skin with each passing second, as if he’s taunting me to see how far I’ll take it, until I can no longer hold his wrist. The moment I let go, the knife stops digging into me, and I let out a breath.
“Good choice,” he murmurs into my ear.
His hand lingers near my chest, electricity humming between us like he’s testing the waters, seeing how easily I’ll bend to his will. Just like everyone else in his world.
I should stab him. Thrust this knife into his cold, detached heart. He deserves it.
But then his lips suddenly come down on my neck, and all my thoughts of murder dissipate.
I’m frozen to the ground as his lips freely roam my skin, planting kisses wherever he goes, and I can barely breathe.
“You taste as sweet as you look,” he murmurs, his heady voice luring me into the abyss with him. “I wonder if your blood does too.”
His teeth sink into my flesh, and a strangled cry escapes my mouth, the sound blocked by his hand, which swiftly moves to cover it.
What the hell? He actually bit my shoulder.
His teeth retract, and my skin surges with blood and pain, but when his lips cover the wound, I gasp. His tongue dips out to lick the blood, kissing my skin before he licks his lips against my ear.
“Sweet as fucking sin.”
He’s sick. Completely deranged, and—
“Don’t scream. Unless you want this knife to make you bleed too,” he whispers, the tip of his knife reminding me of my precarious situation. “And I will certainly lick the blood off the blade as well.”
“You’re insane,” I murmur when he finally removes his hand.
“Insane … perhaps.” His hand moves down my neck. “Or perhaps you just haven’t seen anything of this world yet.”
His hand dips into my dress from the top where he cups my naked breast and squeezes.
“Perhaps you haven’t experienced enough of it yet to differentiate between pleasure …”
I suck in a breath to stop the moan from spilling out when hepinches my nipple between his index finger and thumb and rolls it around.
“And pain.”
He pinches it so hard I bite my tongue. “F-fuck.”
“Ah-ah. Quiet,” he whispers, pushing the tip of the knife into my side. “Or I will have to cut our little bout of titillation short.”
“Titillation?” I squeak. “This feels more like, like…”
My train of thought is interrupted by each twist he applies, as it’s sending currents of arousal through my body.
What is happening? Why am I letting him do this to me?
“Like you want to submit?” he says.
He pulls his hand out, only to slide it down my dress and creep in underneath. Within seconds, he’s reached my panties, and he slides them aside with ease.
“Have you ever been touched by a god?”
“What?” I mutter, confused.
But then his fingers slide across my slit, and I’m as much at a loss of words as I am at a loss of my thoughts.