Vile Boys – Spine Ridge University Read Online Clarissa Wild

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, College, Dark, Erotic Tags Authors: Clarissa Wild Advertisement1

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And I don’t want to turn around and see if he’s staring at me.

I grumble to myself and read the same sentence over and over. But every time I try to home in on some paragraphs, I hear his voice, and it makes me turn my head.

I really shouldn’t be listening, shouldn’t even remotely be interested in what he does.

But I can’t help myself. Every time I hear his voice, my heart skips a beat.

He’s talking with Nathan, but Nathan doesn’t seem at all interested in what he has to say.

I sigh out loud, disappointed in myself, and I flip the page to see if that part of the book is any easier, but I’m out of luck. This whole section is like trying to read a language you’ve never seen before. Ugh.

I reach for another book in my bag when my hands suddenly find something prickly instead, and I pull out a rose. The rose Blaine placed on the grass when he left me to my thoughts at The Edge.

My heart warms to the point that I can’t help but pull it out of my bag and stare at it.

He was so gentle and kind with me. I can still feel his kisses on the palm of my hand and his warm hugs enveloping me, and it makes me smile. Maybe I made a mistake by denying him.

Would it hurt if I allowed just one of those Tartarus boys to show me affection?

I tuck the rose behind my ear, my cheeks flushing with heat knowing this is the one he plucked for me.

Suddenly, Nathan’s phone rings and distracts me. “Fuck,” he grits.

I can clearly hear them both from where I’m sitting.

“Who is it?” Caleb asks.

Nathan scoots back his chair and gets up. “I gotta take this one. Watch my stuff.”

Caleb throws him a grimace and sighs out loud before he gets up and waltzes off through the opposite exit, leaving Nathan’s laptop out in the open. And my book, with all its complexity, stares at me, practically begging me to seek help.

Goddammit.

I close my book and shove it into my bag, then make my way over to his laptop.

Nathan wouldn’t mind if I used it to look something up, would he? He gave me the password for a reason last year. He always said I could help myself if I needed it.

Besides, it would only take a few seconds, and then I can move on to the next chapter. I really need the extra information, and I know he’d give it to me if I asked, but he’s busy with that phone call, and I don’t want to bother him.

So I sit down at his desk and type in the password, then press enter. It’s an Apple, and I have no idea how to use these things. Mom never had the money to afford these products. We only had an ancient computer that barely turned on after like thirty minutes.

What the hell do I do?

I press some buttons, but it doesn’t bring up a browser. Instead, some kind of file browsing thing has been opened, and I begin to panic a little. But when I see a particularly racy photo, my breathing pauses.

Is that… Lana?

When I open it up, my eyes widen.

It’s her all right, bound to a chair in some kind of grimy-looking shack, with three masked guys standing around her, doing all sorts of nasty, vulgar things with their dicks and her body.

Oh my God.

Kai, Nathan, and Milo.

I close the image and look around to make sure no one else here saw.

My heart races in my throat.

Does Lana know Nathan has this?

I don’t want to look at it again. I can’t.

But I have to do something. I can’t just let that image sit there on his laptop without Lana knowing about it. I mean, Nathan’s my friend, but I don’t stand for literal revenge porn if that’s what this is. She told me once she was seeing all three, but I didn’t expect it to go this far.

Maybe she already knows about him having this picture … maybe they’re into some kinky stuff.

But what if she doesn’t know he has this in his possession?

I have to tell her.

I gather my courage and grab the file, clicking on some stuff in the hopes of bringing up some type of email I can use to send it to her. But all of a sudden, the file is opened up in a multitude of screens, and I’m at a loss of what to do.

“No, no, no,” I mutter as email after email is loaded.

I try to exit, to no avail, so I keep pressing the buttons.

And that’s when it happens. The email disappears … In the outbox.

And when I see the recipients … my heart stops beating.

Oh God.

I jolt up from the chair, staring at the laptop.


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