Page 150 of Boys Who Taint

Levi

I cutthrough one of her dress straps, and it falls down her shoulder, revealing the flimsy red lace bra beneath along with her naked skin, and I suck in a breath during a moment of silence.

“Skimpy dress … red lace …” My eyes narrow as I slide the knife across her clavicles, watching her suck in short breaths. “Were you planning something, Firefly?”

“None of your business,” she says through gritted teeth.

“Oh, but you made it my fucking business now,” I retort, sliding my knife underneath the other dress strap. “After all, you were willing to do anything for him just seconds ago.”

I assess the look on her face, waiting for her to react, waiting for her … to break.

“Do it then. Do whatever you want, I don’t care,” she hisses.

SLICE!

The last piece of her dress falls and rolls down her waist, revealing inches of her freckled skin I’ve only ever properly seen when she was in her bikini, jumping down into the sea along with me way back when. That’s as far as it ever went, but my mind was already far beyond that point for a long, long fucking time.

And now I’ve gone off the deep end with no way out.

No way back.

No way … to undo what I’m about to do knowing it’ll make me exactly the kind of monster she says I am.

They wanted a villain after all … and a villain they’ll fucking have.

The knife slips down into the dress, and I force it farther down while caressing her naked skin with the tip, painfully aware of just how close I am to finally unraveling her … to taking away everything he holds dear.

He may think she is his, but she won’t be for much longer.

She swallows as the knife reaches all the way to her panties, and the dress finally drops to the ground by her feet.

“Take it off,” I say.

She keeps her head up high as she steps backward out of the dress, standing in mere panties and a bra.

So tempting … so fucking wrong.

But I’m going to fucking do it anyway.

She stares at me like this is it. But we’re only just getting started.

I tilt my head. “Allof it.”

She shudders in place, while behind her Grey screams into his cloth.

“Shut him up,” I growl.

“You hear that?” Apollo slaps him on the cheeks. “Better keep your mouth shut or I’ll use this.” He points the gun at Grey’s temple. “And you don’t want me to do that, do you?”

“Don’t hurt him,” Aspen says.

“That depends on you, Freckles, not us,” Apollo says.

I lick my lips as her fingers hook behind the bra. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

“You’re disgusting,” she hisses.

Right then, the bra drops to the floor, a flicker of defiance dancing in her eyes, as mine slowly take in the sight of her perky, pink nipples, dying for a mouth to suck on them.