Vile Boys – Spine Ridge University Read Online Clarissa Wild

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, College, Dark, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
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But the moment I flinch, there’s that knife again, reminding me of my place.

Knock his teeth out.

Kick him.

Punch him.

Stab him with his own knife.

Beg for more.

Every violent thought coursing through my head is replaced by desire with each stroke of his fingers.

His tongue dips out once more, circling the fresh wound, sucking up the blood as his fingers go faster and faster. And it’s becoming harder and harder to hold on. To resist. To exist without wantonness.

Too late.

“See how wet you are for me?” he whispers into my ear. “Even when I hurt you, you still want for nothing more than to come on my fingers right now.”

“F-fuck,” I groan, unable to keep the moan from slipping out too. “Why are you doing this?”

“You call me insane, yet you’re the one driven to insanity,” he muses.

“Toying with me isn’t going to make me fear you,” I say, breathing heavy breaths to try to keep the orgasm at bay.

“You think fear can only be achieved through terror and violence?” His finger circles around faster and faster. “I will make you fear the day you come for me. Because you will never want for anything more than an orgasm from my touch.”

I gasp as he suddenly retracts his fingers, my heart practically screaming at me when he pulls them from underneath my dress dripping with my wetness.

“See for yourself how badly you wanted that,” he whispers, bringing them closer to my face.

“Remember my teeth, Crystal. Remember how they felt as they sank into your skin. Remember what you felt when I penetrated you with my fingers, because the next time you feel it, it will be the cock of a god thrusting into your wet, aching pussy.”

“Crystal! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Kayla’s voice makes my eyes widen, and I glance at her over my shoulder, pleading with her in my head not to get close.

What if he kills her too?

Suddenly, he steps aside, and the knife disappears from my waist. I look around, confused. He now stands next to me on the terrace, clutching the banister as though he was never messing with me.

And the knife is nowhere to be seen.

What the …?

“Are you okay?” Kayla asks. “You look a bit pale.”

My eyes flutter over to Ares. He glances at me over his shoulder through his ghostly mask, and my whole body heats from that one look.

Kayla hooks her arm around mine and drags me away from him. “What were you doing there? Did you recognize that dude? That was Ares.”

“Oh … I didn’t realize,” I lie.

I swallow back my pride.

But as we head back inside, my whole body feels like it’s about to combust.

And when I turn to throw a final glance at him, he’s turned around to face me. A devilish smirk adorns his face as he brings his fingers, the fingers that were just inside me, to his lips and actually licks them off while staring right at me with those smoldering gray eyes.

My eyes begin to twitch.

I hate him.

I’ve never hated anyone or anything, but I hate him more than anything in the entire world.

CALEB

“C’mon, let’s go home. You’re shaking,” some girl tells Crystal as they hurry off through the front door while I watch them from a chair in the lobby.

Interesting.

I tap my lighter against the table and fiddle with my cig until finally Ares appears from the kitchen.

“What did you do?” I ask.

He’s got his hands down his pants as he casually strolls to my table. “What needed to be done.”

A filthy smile forms on my lips as I look up at him. “You played with her, didn’t you?”

Without responding, he grabs a cig out of the package lying on the table, puts it in his mouth, and steals the lighter from my hand to light it up.

“We’re inside,” I say.

He just stares at me while he takes a whiff and blows it out in my face. I inhale the leftover smoke like it’s a gift. God, I love it when he’s his usual sadistic self.

“Let’s go.”

“What? Already?” I frown. “But we just got here.”

“I got what I was after,” he replies. “We’re done here.”

“But the party—”

He pushes his own cigarette into my mouth. “Stop moping around.”

I take a big drag, my dick twitching from the fact that this cig was just in his mouth.

He takes off his jacket and throws it over his shoulder. “This place is musty. Where’s Blaine?”

“Upstairs banging some randos, probably,” I say, snorting.

“Typical.” Ares pulls out his phone and texts him. Then he flicks his fingers at me and holds them out until I hand back the smoke so he can take another drag.

“Hey, you can’t smoke in here. Take it outside. There’s a designated smoking area.”

Some Phantom fucker with a white mask approaches us with folded arms. I don’t know who it is, and I don’t fucking care. And seeing as how Ares blows the smoke out in the dude’s face, neither does he.


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