Page 31 of Boys Who Taint (Spine Ridge University #5)

Aspen

It’s not often one of the girls from the sorority pulls me out of bed while I'm reading to go open the door. But when I get downstairs and step outside, I immediately understand why.

Grey is completely soaked, and his hands and clothes are covered in blood.

My eyes widen.

What the f—

I glance around to see if anyone’s looking before I grab him by the arm and drag him inside.

“What happened?” I ask. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m fine,” he replies stoically.

I close the door and look to see if any of the girls are around. Luckily, it’s only the one who got me out of bed.

“Is he okay? That’s a lot of blood,” the girl says.

“I got a nosebleed while swimming,” he responds.

The girl narrows her eyes at him, but he keeps glaring back until she finally walks away to the kitchen.

I breathe out a sigh and pull him upstairs. “Let’s go.”

I take him into the bathroom and lock the door before I look at him up close. That is definitely not from a nosebleed.

Still, I peel away his shirt without asking questions even though there are singe marks on his chest and nipples. I don’t know what he did, but it sure doesn’t look good.

I pull off his boots and socks, then tear down his soaked pants and underwear. I throw his clothes into the sink and pour hot water over them. I’ve done this before for Silas. And now for my boyfriend.

The blood never rinses out fully, but I gotta make it look good enough so we can throw it away without anyone coming for answers. Tomorrow, we’ll buy him some new clothes.

I won’t ask him what happened. I won’t ask him questions I wouldn’t give answers to myself. It would be hypocritical of me to expect him to tell the truth about his situation when I can’t even tell him the truth about mine.

Silently, I turn on the faucet so the warm water starts running. He steps under it, and the blood begins to pool under his feet.

“You’re not gonna ask me why I’m covered in blood?” he asks, water dripping down his face.

I look at his body and all the red droplets rolling down his pale skin, wondering who he killed.

“If you don’t want to tell me, I’m not going to ask,” I respond, taking off my clothes too, right in front of him.

His hungry eyes sweep over my body as I throw everything in a corner.

Suddenly, he grabs my arm, tugs me toward him, and smashes his lips onto mine in a possessive manner.

His lips are insatiable, ravenous, almost as if he killed for this kiss.

He’s never done this before, and I don’t know if I’m scared by the sudden change in his demeanor or turned on by the surprise.

His tongue licks the roof of my mouth, and he grabs my face, kissing me so hard and deeply that I melt in his arms.

The water rushes down on top of us, and his hard-on grows against my thighs.

Whatever he just did must’ve set him off real bad, but I don’t mind.

Violence is in my blood.

My family has thrived on it for years. Hell, my mother’s business revolves around killing mobsters just to steal their wealth. I know this darkness because I’ve lived with it my entire life.

I’m not scared of him.

And even though I always looked for the calm beneath the storm of our lives, maybe a whirlwind of rage is what I truly need.

So I let him take control, let his fingers travel down my neck, squeezing tighter and tighter as he kisses me.

“I killed for you,” he whispers into my mouth.

I shudder in his grasp.

I’m not gonna ask who his victim was or why they had to die.

All I know is that he needs me now, and I’m here for him.

I grab his dick and start rubbing him until the precum begins to drip out, and he moans out loud. I love how he feels in my hand, how powerful it makes me feel to make a man like him shiver.

Suddenly, he grabs me and turns me around, swapping places so I’m the one under the shower, and he grips my throat from behind.

“Jerk me off,” he groans into my ear.

My hand finds his length, and I roll my hand around it while his free hand slowly slides down my body to between my thighs, and he begins to finger me.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs. “When I tell you what to do.”

I nod as his grip grows tighter.

“Is this what you crave?”

He takes my breath away, and I don’t even mind as I keep jerking him off. We’ve only just undressed for each other for the very first time, and we’re already unable to stop touching each other.

“You’re a filthy girl, aren’t you?”

I don’t know what’s gotten into him, but I like where it’s going. Even though I know he killed someone, I know I’m safe in his arms.

He grabs the showerhead and brings it between my thighs. “Then let me clean you.”

The head is turned sideways, and the spout suddenly becomes rough. Delicious.

Fuck.

It blasts against my clit, and a hampered moan squeezes out of my throat.

God, I never thought a shower could be used this way, but I’m not complaining. The pressure of the water stream feels amazing.

He releases my neck, only to grip my breast instead, squeezing tightly as he moans into my skin while planting kisses on my shoulder. And as I slowly fall apart, I can feel him pulsate in my hand.

“Come for me,” he whispers. “Let me see how beautiful you look.”

“I’m not even facing you,” I mutter.

“Doesn’t matter … I can see your reflection in the glass.”

I grin as I lean back into his chest, his pecs tightening as I keep rubbing him, the feel of him in my hand enough to set me off. And while he keeps kissing and licking my shoulders, the slow orgasm washing over me is nothing short of sheer perfection.

He groans out loud along with me, spurting cum on the glass and on my ass, and he leans over and licks it right off my butt cheeks.

His own cum.

Fuck. I didn’t know it could be so hot.

He spins me around in his arms and slams his mouth on mine, thrusting his tongue into my mouth so I can taste him too.

He pushes the showerhead back into place and immediately grabs my thighs, lifting me against the wall as I squeal. But the yelp turns into a long-drawn-out moan as he buries his head between my legs and begins to lick right there where it’s still throbbing.

And fuck me, I don’t think I ever could’ve landed a more perfect man.

Grey

The only thing that makes me more ravenous than murder is the taste of my girl’s pussy on my tongue.

I swipe around her clit, circling it as fast as I can before sucking on it. I know how to please her. I can hear it from her moans, and it’s such a turn-on that I want nothing more than to eat her out every day for the rest of my life.

This pussy is the only pussy I ever want to taste, ever want to touch, ever want to fuck.

But we’ll get to that part soon enough.

My tongue swirls around her wetness, her moans making me hard again with ease. I could never have enough of her or the sounds she makes. I’m a man possessed with the idea of owning every inch of her, even the parts she keeps hidden.

Even the parts she’s too afraid to show anyone else.

I raise her higher, putting her thighs right up in my face so she smothers me, and her legs interlock behind my neck.

“Fuck yes. Squeeze me with your thighs,” I murmur.

She applies some pressure, blocking the blood supply to my neck, and the feeling is divine.

“Yes,” I say. “Choke me like I choked you.”

My hand slips up her belly to her tits so I can play with her taut nipples. She mewls from my touch, and I grin against her mound before sucking some more.

She doesn’t know all the ways I’ve studied her.

All the ways I’ve taught myself how to make love to a woman like her.

How meticulously I orchestrated all of this right under her nose.

She’s oblivious to it all.

Oblivious to my insatiable greed.

Oblivious to my stalker ways.

And I don’t ever intend to stop.

A year ago

With my notebook in hand, I watch her walk out the front door of Spine Ridge University, penning down the exact time and location.

I have pages and pages full of notes. Which classes she has, when they start, when she’s done, who she talks to, who she likes, who she doesn’t.

I write down everything she does, even the small get-togethers, so I can keep track of her activities.

I’m waiting.

Waiting for the perfect moment to introduce myself.

Waiting for that opportunistic time when she’s disheveled, distracted enough not to notice me sneaking into her life until we’re already threaded together too meticulously to ever be pulled apart again.

I’m obsessed.

Obsessed with this redheaded, talkative, bubbly girl who lights up any space she enters.

And all I want to do is watch her, study her, until I know every single inch of her skin by memory alone. Her voice haunts me. She’s never spoken to me, yet whenever she talks to her friends, I want to listen to her stories for as long as I can, hoping she doesn’t see me.

She’s not ready for me yet.

I’m too unhinged, too … consumed by the idea of making her mine.

And oh … will she be fucking mine.

There is no if , no but , no perhaps , there is only when .

And when the time comes, I will have her begging to come undone.

Present

“You taste so goddamn good,” I murmur into her.

“Fuck, keep doing that with your tongue,” she says between breaths, squeezing even harder, tighter, more dominantly. “More, Grey, harder. Please.”

I groan into her slit before continuing my strokes, watching her every glance, every breath, every fucking pore in her body as it comes alive from my mouth.

“Come on my mouth,” I groan. “Let me taste you.”

She moans out loud, louder than ever before, and as she falls apart on my tongue yet again.

I lap it all up with both my hands on her tits, claiming her like she always belonged to me.

The taste of her wetness as she comes on my tongue is too much to take.

Moaning into her slit, I spurt out more cum against the wall, overcome by desire.

Panting, I rest my face between her legs and plant kisses all over her thighs and belly, appreciating every inch of her skin, every curve, every stretch mark, and every dip before I let her down. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me deeply, smiling.

“Did you just come twice?”

“Couldn’t help myself. Your moans set me off.”

She giggles. “God, you’re perfect.”

If only she knew how truly imperfect I was.

“Says the literal walking heart attack,” I jest.

She laughs and slips past me to grab some towels, wrapping one around my waist too before draping herself in one. She grabs my hand to guide me out of the shower like she’s happy I’m here.

But all I can do is gaze at the small camera in the top corner of the bathroom.

The camera I installed, along with all the others in her room, when she thought I was fast asleep.

The video this one took of my licking session is now on my secured laptop far away from here.

And I can slowly feel the most nefarious smile spreading on my face at the thought of seeing Levi Torres’s face when he watches the girl he thinks is his get completely wasted from my tongue … after I send the file to him.