Page 30 of Boys Who Taint

“Dead men tell no tales,” he retorts, his fingers pushing down on my slit.

Why is he doing this?

And why can’t I stop him?

“You thought I was a good guy? No, Aspen, I’m the fucking villain, and villains take what they’re owed.”

He circles my most sensitive spot until my breathing grows wildly out of control under those darkened eyes of his. I can’t move, can’t even fight, as he has me pinned down right where he wants me.

What the—

“Cursing me with your mind? Do you think it’ll stop me?” His eyes narrow. “Either you stop whatever you’re doing with Grey, or I will force you to.”

I gasp as he presses down on my clit.

“And you’re not going to like how.”

I can barely breathe as lust begins to take over, but I don’t understand why. He’s never, ever shown any interest in me, never once, and now he’s got his fingers all over me like he already owns me.

Fuck.

“I’m not gonna stop until you do, little Firefly,” he murmurs, nipping at my ear. “So what’s it going to be?” With two fingers, he presses down and around, sending shocks throughout my body from sheer pleasure. “Do you want me to push you to your limits?”

“Fuck,” I murmur, unable to even form a proper sentence.

“Do you even know how far you’re willing to go for him?” he asks as my panties grow wetter and wetter. “Because I’m so fucking curious to find out just how much you’re willing to let me break you.”

Break me? Has he gone insane?

Maybe I have because his fingers are driving me crazy.

My legs rub together as I struggle to resist.

But why? Why am I so affected by a guy who killed my sister?

“Already so needy … just like I thought.”

“Fuck you, you don’t know me,” I hiss.

He laughs. “But that’s just the thing, I do fucking know you. And you should’ve thought of that before you decided to make me your enemy.”

“I didn’t make you my enemy. You did!” I rebuke.

His forehead collides with mine as he grinds his teeth while still rubbing me senseless. “And doesn’t it feel so fucking good?”

“I should’ve brought a knife,” I mutter between ragged breaths.

He laughs. “Bring it. There’s not an inch of me you could ever possibly hurt with a goddamn knife, Aspen.”

Arrogant son of a bitch.

“Go ahead, bring that fucking knife, and I will use it as a goddamn toy on this wet fucking pussy.”

“Over my dead body.”

“That’s the spirit. Maybe we can both join your sister then,” he says.

What the f—