Page 15 of Boys Who Taint (Spine Ridge University #5)

Aspen

It takes me a few seconds to decide whether I’m going to cut him or do as he says.

“Don’t even think about it. You’ll be gushing blood along with me.”

Shit. He’s got the upper hand here.

The knife falls from my hand and clatters on the wood, and he swiftly kicks it away, out of sight.

“Who are you?” I ask.

“I already told you. I’m the ghost that haunts your nightmares.”

God, even when all he does is whisper, it still makes all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up because of how unholy it feels.

I try to glance over my shoulder, but he abruptly adjusts his position and pushes the knife further against my throat, until I can feel it when I swallow.

“Don’t look. You look at me, and it ends right here.”

I suck in a breath through my teeth. “What do you want?”

He breathes into my ear. “You’re asking the wrong question.”

My entire body shivers as his arm tightens around me, fingers digging into my skin. “I don’t—”

“What did you want? What did you crave?” he whispers.

It slides off my tongue like a sworn promise. “Revenge.”

“Exactly.” I can almost hear him smile. “The question is what are you prepared to give to get it? How much are you willing to sacrifice to end Levi’s life?”

“How do you know I want him dead?” I ask.

The knife is dangerously close to my skin. “How do you think?”

“You were in my room.”

“I was in your life .”

I swallow against the blade, feeling the metal push down along with my muscles.

“You know about Mavis,” I mutter.

He tilts his head. “I was there when she died.”

My heart stops momentarily.

The eyes I saw in the woods that night.

Was it him?

“I’ve been watching you far longer than you can imagine. And I’m willing to kill to get what I want … What I’ve always yearned for.”

“Me,” I murmur.

He nods against my skin. “Now tell me how much you’re willing to give.”

I shudder in place as blood droplets begin to roll down his arm right where I cut him.

Am I willing? Am I capable? Could I murder another human being?

Or do I just want to have the choice taken away from me so badly that I’d agree to anything as long as it would spare me of the guilt I’d have to carry for the rest of my life for killing the one person I once trusted more than anyone else?

“You already made your decision when you placed that paper on the stool … now use your words.”

I swallow away the lump in my throat.

“Will I survive?”

His knife forces my chin up, and I stare into the light. “You will do everything I tell you to, no-holds-barred. No rules, no safe words. I want every inch of your skin, every lick of your tongue, and every flicker of your fucking soul. Do you understand?”

I blink into the light.

Once.

Twice.

“Yes.”

He smiles against my skin. “Good girl.”

My skin is set alight from the promises whispered through those devilish lips.

“Now say a prayer because I’m about to fuck you like your life on this earth has ended, and you’re going to beg me to do it.”

His hand slides across my chest and down where he pushes up the fabric with splayed fingers, leaving goose bumps in his wake. He slips his fingers underneath my bra.

SLICE!

With ease, he pushes the knife that was under my chin into the fabric and cuts away my bra.

As it falls to the floor, my breasts spill out, and he rips up my shirt to expose me, touching me, twisting my nipples as though he enjoys the feel of me in his hands.

“Damn, so fucking perky.”

He pushes the balaclava beneath his mask down just a little, and I’m almost tempted to look, but then I remember his words.

Look, and I’ll end it all.

Suddenly, his lips land on my neck, and I whimper as he bites me. “What the f—”

“Your blood tastes like fire… the sweet fucking inferno of hell I want to die in.”

“You’re insane,” I say.

A low, rumbling laugh erupts that almost sounds familiar.

“It’s insane, what I’m willing to do to have a taste of you.”

He twists my nipples until I let out a yelp.

“That’s it, little slut, let me hear you. Let me hear all the fucked-up desire you kept hidden from me.”

“I don’t fucking know you!” I say.

“Yes, you do. You think you don’t, but I will teach you everything there is to know about me.” His tongue dips out to draw a line from my clavicles to my earlobe. “And when I’m done having my way with you, you’ll be hungering for the next time I come to claim you.”

With the knife still in his hand, he grips my breast while his other hand dives down my body. He rips the button apart, shoving down my pants in one go as he begins to invade me.

“I’m in your twisted little mind,” he whispers, slipping into my panties. “In your seedy dreams”—I gasp as his fingers find my most sensitive spot and begin to circle it—“ and your fucking nightmares.” With a groan, he slides two fingers inside me. “I’m the mercy you’ve been begging for.”

I whimper. I actually fucking whimper.

“So let me give it to you.”

He finger fucks me and twists my nipple until I’m biting my lip to keep the squeal from leaving my mouth. His fingers are invasive and over-the-top domineering as he thrusts inside with no remorse.

“Tell me, have you ever let a man touch you before?”

“I don’t have to tell you shit,” I retort, trying not to let his filthy fingers affect me.

He twists my nipple even harder.

“You’ll regret being a brat, and I’ll remember this the next time I’ll claim you.”

“ Next time ?!” I parrot.

Two fingers thrust inside. “Don’t worry, baby, I have so many wicked, fucked-up things in store for you now that you’re mine .”

“You’re insane if you think I’m going to be doing this more than once.”

“You think I’ll only settle for just once?” He grins against my skin. “When the time comes, you will know when I’m finished with you. Because I’ll leave you whimpering for a chance to be impaled by my cock.”

“Fuck that,” I retort.

“No, it’s about time someone fucked this pussy into submission,” he whispers back.

“I have a boyfriend,” I reply.

“And you think that’ll keep me away from you?” He smirks against my skin as he rolls his fingers around inside me. “Do you think anyone will still matter to you after I’ve made you come all over my hand? You don’t need a boyfriend. What you need is me .”

Fuck him and his arrogance.

“You want me to erase Levi from existence? Then you’ll do exactly as I say.”

He thrusts in and out to coax out the wetness, rolling it around my most sensitive spot like he knows exactly how to set me off.

“How does it feel to be owned like a whore? Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Fuck y—”

He adds another finger, and my knees nearly buckle.

“You think you can defy me? I’ll only make it harder for you not to cry out for more.”

His thumb circles around my most sensitive spot, coaxing out a moan that I didn’t want to release.

“That’s it, let me hear how greedy you are for me.”

He rolls his thumb around while thrusting into me, making my entire body quiver, and my nipples harden against the knife propped up near my chest.

“Are you gonna come for me, little whore?”

“Oh fu—” I can’t even finish my sentence because he just rubbed my G-spot, and I’m spiraling out of control.

“That’s it. Come all over these fingers like a filthy fucking girl.”

The orgasm floods my brain with endorphins I don’t want but crave nonetheless. My body isn’t mine anymore because I fall apart so hard tears spring into my eyes. I’ve never felt anything like this before. How has he twisted me into knots this easily?

He pulls out, smiling against my skin. “Such an obedient little whore …” He brings his fingers up to my mouth. “Now lick.”

My tongue hesitantly dips out, but he forcefully pushes his fingers in knuckles deep until I can taste my own sweetness while I suffocate.

“Taste how easily I made you fall and how hard you’ll learn to embrace it.”

He pushes me forward until I’m on the wooden floor on my knees.

RIP!

My pants are torn down, and my panties shredded by the knife until nothing is left but strands of fabric.

“What are you doing?” I ask, taking a peek.

He waltzes off to grasp the curtains at the back of the stage and rips off the rope that binds them together.

I swiftly turn around again, not afraid of what he’ll do to me if he sees me looking … but afraid he might not hold up his end of the deal now that I’ve gone off the deep end.

Two strong hands grab my waist, and a groan follows.

I just know he’s looking at me.

Completely naked and spread.

Like the good whore he says I am.

Two knees thud to the floor as a zipper is pulled down. My cheeks flush with heat as he leans over me, his hard-on poking my ass. The knife slips under my throat again, and in a knee-jerk reaction, I elbow him in the face.

Not fast enough, because he grabs my wrists and ties them together, slamming me back to the floor.

“Don’t even fucking try, slut,” he whispers into my ear.

“I’m not your—”

He swipes my slit with just his thumb, and I struggle to stay still.

“No?” he says with a soft voice that I can barely hear. “Then tell me why you’re so fucking wet for me?”

“Oh fuck you, just get it over with,” I growl, annoyed that he even got me to come.

He pushes my head to the floor as he positions himself behind me and leans in to whisper, “Don’t think for a second I’m going to go easy on you.”

My eyes widen, and my lips part. “Wai—”

I can’t even finish my sentence as he thrusts in to the hilt, and oh my God, I am not prepared. He’s long. Thick. Curved. And … pierced?!

“You wanted this, so fucking take it like a good girl.”

I don’t even know what I’m feeling, if he’s truly this thick, long, and pierced, or if it’s just the way he’s fucking me relentlessly that makes it hard to even focus on remembering anything beyond debasing gratification.

He pulls out again only to thrust right back in with full fervor, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Good fucking sluts get a reward, but bad girls get their pussy destroyed.”

He’s huge and overpowering as he fills me up completely, and I cry out from the sheer size of him. Not from pain but from the pleasure building inside.

And I hate it. I fucking hate how he’s made me want to moan along with him.

“That’s it, let me hear how good my thick cock feels inside you,” he groans.

I whimper on the floor from the sheer amount of lust coursing through my veins, so I smash my face against the wood to prevent any more sounds from spilling out.

If my body is no longer mine, at least I can prevent him from hearing my enjoyment.

“You think you can hide from me?” He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head off the floor. “I want to hear you moan, baby. I want you to look up at the light and thank the fucking heavens for being impaled by my cock because when I’m done with you, you won’t want for anything else but more .”

“Fuck!” I yelp when he plunges in again.

“Again,” he groans, each thrust sloppier than the one before. “Didn’t you hear me?”

His hand dives underneath my belly, between my legs, and when he starts rolling his fingers around my most sensitive spot I nearly lose it.

“Again,” he repeats, flicking his fingers until I’m gasping for air.

I can’t move, can’t breathe, can’t even think about anything other than his massive cock impaling me. But those fingers, damn those fingers for almost making me want to gyrate along with him.

“Give me another orgasm, slut,” he groans. “Or I will take away any chance at revenge you still have.”

“Fuck … you,” I say through gritted teeth.

A dark, seedy laugh escapes his mouth, one that makes goose bumps scatter on my skin.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you until you can’t stand anymore.

” THRUST . “I’ll fuck you until you can’t speak even a single fucking word.

” THRUST . “I’ll fuck you for as long as it takes to erase any other man from your memory.

” THRUST . “I’ll fuck you until my cock is the only one you’ll drop to your knees for, until you finally realize not a single thing could ever stop me from making you mine. You. Belong. To me.” THRUST .

Fuck .

The next thrust has me quivering, pushed over the edge of oblivion as I fall apart while crying out a moan. Tears have welled up in my eyes from how good it felt … and how awful it is knowing I let this unknown man take me in such an animalistic way.

Knowing … I made this choice.

This deal with the devil.

With no way out.