Page 41 of Boys Who Taint (Spine Ridge University #5)

Levi

I cut through 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. “ All of 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.

And I realize there and then that the only reason I’m here is because of the evil I’ve succumbed to … and that I have no other God to thank for this last meal than the devil himself.

“Disgustingly fascinated.” Biting my lip, I watch her hook her fingers around her panties and slip them down those thick thighs of hers painstakingly slow, as if she revels in the fact that she’s got us all under her thumb right now.

Because I’m not the only one staring at her with a hungered gaze.

Both Apollo and Grey seem mesmerized, despite the gun threatening to snuff out a life. Every breath of air is filled with toxic attraction, as if the mere sight of her naked body is spurring us all like animals ready to kill for a chance at a single taste.

I swallow away the lump in my throat as she tilts her head, daring me to close the gap, so I do.

I hover over her, fingers splayed as I touch the air mere inches away from her skin, sliding them down as I look her directly in the eyes, her breath faltering more and more despite the fact that I haven’t even fucking touched her yet.

The darkness between us is palpable.

It’s attraction in its purest form.

A sickness that can’t be fucking cured, no matter what, threatening to eat us whole.

And I am so fucking done denying myself the pleasure of taking what should’ve belonged to me .

“Kiss him then,” I growl, watching the confusion grow.

She turns around, gazes at Apollo, then Grey, and she walks over to him with her head held high.

She grabs his hands, steadying herself before leaning over his whole body with her perky tits to kiss him on the lips so sweetly it would probably melt the hearts of anyone who watched. If they had a fucking heart.

They’re kisses of desperation. Of hope. Of dreams I plan to shatter.

He kisses her back with so much absolute devotion that it sickens me.

“Wow,” Apollo says, laughing. “They’re really going at it, aren’t they?”

My fist balls as I watch them kiss, slowly ripping away the threads that held me together bit by bit until there’s nothing left to care for. Evil incarnate, just as they fucking wanted.

“Stop,” I growl.

She pulls back, but her lips still linger partly on his, but her eyes solely focused on me.

“Come here.”

Her nostrils flare, but she still does what I tell her to, because she knows what’s at stake.

When she’s in front of me, I let my eyes gorge on her perfect body again, and I slide her own damn knife across her cheek, down her neck, stopping right between her tits where the heart she gave away rests.

Her eyes follow the blade carefully, as though she’s afraid I’ll puncture her heart. But there is no world in which I could ever fucking hurt the only thing that has ever managed to hurt me.

I flick the blade up to her neck so her chin rises and she’s forced to look at me. “Now kiss me the way you kissed him.”

Aspen

I’m completely naked in the woods … and he wants me to kiss him ?

This doesn’t make any sense.

He hates me.

He wants me to hate him .

Why would he ask me this?

My eye twitches, but I still step closer, hovering into his space like he did with me, desperate to keep the nerves at bay, because the violent electricity in the air is unmistakable.

I stand on my tiptoes to reach him, lifting my head to his mask, which still gives me chills.

I hook my fingers under his balaclava and roll it down far enough to expose his lips.

For a moment, our eyes connect in the darkness that binds us, and the earth feels like it’s being ripped away from underneath my feet, knowing what I’m about to do.

I close my eyes and press my lips onto his, forcing the memory of Grey into the forefront of my mind to keep myself steady.

But with every passing second, the image fades and makes place for the guy with the parted black hair and the scorpion tattoo, whose stinger is injecting toxic venom straight into my lips, which feel swollen, wet, and desperate for the small amount of affection his stone-cold mouth returns.

It’s as if he doesn’t even try to kiss me back.

Like he wants me to know I’m never, ever going to convince him that I’m smitten.

Like he knows if he truly kissed me back, I would never, ever want for anything else.

I suck in a breath through my teeth as my mouth leaves his, but a decrepit smile forms on his face. “Pathetic.”

I slap him.

There’s no mark. No pain. No nothing, because that damn mask is in the way, and all I can see is the devilish smirk growing and growing on his fucking face, making me want to scream.

“Aw, hear that?” Apollo says. “You don’t even kiss her right.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I tell Apollo without even looking at him.

Apollo snorts. “I can teach you.”

I briefly glance behind me as Apollo grips Grey’s chin and makes him look at him. “For a price.”

Despite being bound with both arms, Grey still sticks up his middle finger, and Apollo laughs.

“Thought so. But we’re not here to negotiate, Ghost-boy.”

Ghost-boy?

My breath falters, my skin crawling at the idea that it could still be Grey.

“Uh-oh …” Apollo’s gun slides down Grey’s chest. “Is that what I think it is?”

He stops on his pants, where a bulge is clearly growing.

Apollo laughs. “He clearly liked seeing you two kiss.”

“What—”

Levi grabs my neck, forcing me to turn my head and look at him.

“Kneel.”

I gulp against his strong grip, my veins pulsating as I slowly drop to my knees in front of him.

“Watch closely,” Apollo says to Grey behind me.

When my knees hit the grass, I gaze up into Levi’s hollow eyes, fraught with indignation.

“Pull down my zipper.”

It’s not a question, but a demand from a zealot intent on teaching the meaning of degradation.

This isn’t for pleasure or for pain.

He means to punish Grey and the only way to do that is to turn me into a whore … right in front of him.

Still, I do what he tells me to, because I don’t want to lose my only tether to reality.

“Take out my cock, Aspen.” His voice is raspy, unhinged.

And when I lean in to pull on his boxers, his huge bulge briefly pulses. He stands still, carefully assessing my reaction as my fingers hook underneath the band and pull down far enough until his length springs loose.

And I nearly choke on my tongue.

Levi is hung, at least nine inches, and pierced in multiple places; an ampallang through the tip, just like Apollo and Grey, and one at the pubic bone too.

“We have the same jeweler, can you tell?” Apollo muses. “Does your boy have any? I’m curious …”

I turn my head to look as Apollo pulls down Grey’s zipper and unbuttons his pants, sticking the gun inside while Grey yells into the cloth.

“Don’t you fucking hurt him,” I growl.

“Relax … I’m just having fun,” Apollo says, as he hooks the gun into his underwear and pulls it down to reveal Grey’s pierced shaft.

“I’ll be damned, that’s a big-ass cock for a plank like you.

Same piercing too. I’m impressed. Not as big as mine, though.

” A smoldering laugh erupts. “But you’ll learn soon enough. ”

Levi suddenly grabs my cheeks and abruptly turns me away. “Eyes up here.”

I grumble under my breath, but his hard-on pokes me in the face, silencing me.

“Open your mouth.”

“Or what?”