Sick Boys Read Online Clarissa Wild

Categories Genre: Dark, Erotic, M-M Romance, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
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“No, no, it’s okay,” I say, shaking off his hand. “I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?” Jeremy asks, following me into the grass beyond Priory Forest where my bag and phone are, which I quickly snatch off the ground. “It sounds like they—”

“No,” I interject. “Nothing happened. But thank you for helping me down.”

I’m shivering from the cold.

“Let me give you a ride home then,” Calvin says, offering his hand.

I shake my head. “No, I’d rather walk right now.”

When I turn around again, Jeremy says, “It was them, wasn’t it? Felix, Dylan, and Alistair.”

I pause, staring at my own hands, which are covered in their jizz.

“They’ve done it before, you know,” Jeremy points out.

Of course, they’ve done it before. This is what they do. This is their shtick. How they destroy anyone who tries to meddle in their business.

But I won’t go down easily.

“It’s true. They’re notorious,” Calvin says. “Well, they don’t do shit to us, of course. They mostly focus on girls. Well, except … you know …” He winks.

Mostly? I don’t know what he’s talking about. “Okay.”

I continue walking, but then Jeremy says, “Wait. I don’t want to be an asshole, but I need to warn you. Please, stay away from them. For your own good. This is already bad enough,” he adds.

“Thanks,” I say, making a fist.

I can’t even bear to look at them right now.

Jeremy sighs. “I’m just trying to look out for you. I don’t want you to get hurt any further.”

I take in a deep breath and close my eyes only to rid myself of any and all emotions.

Discard it, just like that.

Thrown into the wind, just as my sanity.

“Thanks for the advice,” I reply. “And for the help. But I won’t stop. Not until I have what I want.”

“You know they won’t either,” Jeremy says. “So unless you have a death wish …”

“If I have to die, then so be it.”

And I walk off without a care in the world, feeling their stares penetrate my back.

But I know I already sold my soul to the devil.

Time to fucking claim the bargain I made.

PENELOPE

Even after the extensive shower I just took, I still don’t feel clean.

It’s as if their sickness stained my fucking soul.

I can’t rub off their scent. The mark left on my brain.

All I can think about is those masks as they cornered me in the woods and took what they wanted from me. My mouth, my body, even my pussy—all of it as if I was made just for them.

I shake off the jitters and jump in my bed.

I’ll need the sleep to handle what’s coming because now that they’ve touched me, I’m sure they’ll come back for more. Maybe they’ll even return to that tree, wondering where I am after they left me there to hang dry.

Fucking monsters.

Kayla lets out a loud snore, and I almost jolt up and down in bed.

I usually never get scared.

But after tonight … no fucking wonder.

I turn around in bed, but it’s hard to fall asleep with all these thoughts raging through my head. These stupid boys even invaded my safe space as the memories of them ravaging me keep floating to the forefront of my mind. And for some reason, it makes my pussy thump.

Goddammit, stop, Penelope.

They’re fucked up.

Groaning, I flip around again and force myself to lie in a position I hate so I don’t have to feel my body going crazy.

I’ve never had anything like this happen to me before.

Though I doubt many people have.

Who in their right mind would make a deal with not just one but three devils?

Me, that’s who.

But I have a reason. A mission. Someone I wasn’t there to protect needs me to bring her justice, so I fucking will. Even if I have to let those sick boys corrupt me.

I shoot up in bed to the sound of my alarm.

Did I actually sleep?

I hadn’t even noticed I’d finally fallen asleep.

I rub aside the hair stuck to my face and look at the clock.

Oh my God, it’s the final alarm. I’ve missed two of them already. Shit!

I’ve got a rendezvous with my parents today.

I throw off my blanket and jump out of bed, then scramble to find clean clothes. I should really take some to the dryer and get my shit together.

Kayla comes out of the bathroom, yawning. “Morning. Sleep well?” she asks while I jump around to try to get my ripped black jeans to fit.

I nod. “You?”

“Amazing,” she says, snorting. “You came home late last night, didn’t you?”

“Did I wake you up?” I ask. “Sorry.”

“But was it a good party?” she asks, winking. “Did you hook up with anyone?” She bumps into me with her hips.

“No,” I lie, quickly grabbing some cereal and milk.

“I can see the blush on your face,” she jests, watching me gobble it down.


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