Evil Boys (Spine Ridge University)

I throw off my kitty mask and gear and chuck everything into my closet before putting on a white silk nightgown. Then I sit down at my desk to silently rage in the darkness. Goddammit, why were they there? They must be using the same site I am. There’s no question about that. But it almost feels like this is too much of a coincidence to be real.

I get up and pace around the room without even bothering to turn on the lights while I try to make sense of things.

Milo… was he the guy who danced with me at that Phantom Society party?

I close my eyes and picture what the guy looked like, how his hands felt on my body, that voice … no, Milo didn’t sound or feel anything like him.

This means he must’ve been one of the other two who returned to the house to get their stuff. Two out of three from the Phantom Society, that’s definitely not a fluke. They’re doing this together as a fraternity.

My hand slowly moves to my mouth.

Like a gang of serial killers.

CREAK!

I immediately spin on my heels from the noise.

Someone stands in the middle of my room, right next to my bed.

Someone wearing a white mask, just like those three were.

My eyes narrow.

It’s not the lanky dude, that’s for sure. This guy is much broader, taller, very much like Jason.

My brows draw together. “Jason? Why would you come in through the window?”

There’s an arrogant smirk on his face as he murmurs, “Element of surprise.”

I snort.

He’s never wanted to make it exciting. Why start now?

“Are you still wearing that mask?”

“Close your eyes.”

Wow. There’s that deep voice again, the commanding one I remember from when he ate me out, and fuck me, just the memory of that makes my pussy thump instantly.

Is that voice going to be a new thing of his?

“Is this some kind of new game you made up?” I ask. “You really enjoy that mask, don’t you?”

He steps closer until he’s right in front of me, and I can feel his breath on my skin. He whispers the word so closely to my lips that they begin to tingle. “Yes.”

Suddenly, his hand latches around my throat, and he pushes me back until I hit the door with a thud.

I don’t have a second to process before his lips land on mine.

And fuck me, the way he kisses me is all-consuming, mouthwatering madness. Like he wants to not only claim my mouth but own it too, licking the seam of my lips until his greed forces them apart.

And I’m overtaken by desire as he shoves his knee between my thighs, kissing me like I’ve never been kissed.

Good God, who is this man, and where did he leave Jason behind?

Can he stay forever?

When his lips momentarily unlatch from mine, I suck in a much-needed breath. “Fuck, I didn’t know you could kiss like that, J—”

He puts a finger on my lips, preventing me from saying any more. “I kiss the girl I want any fucking way I want.”

His other hand still has a firm hold on my throat as he rubs his knee against my most sensitive parts. And fuck me, I could come just from the pressure he applies to my neck alone.

He’s never been this direct, this … domineering.

“What are you doing?” I mutter.

“You wanted aggressive?” he groans. “You got it.”

Fuck. So he did listen. Oh God, there’s nothing sexier than this.

He pins me to the door and rubs his knee against me until my panties begin to soak through, and I find it hard to keep the moans from slipping out. He smiles wickedly against my skin.

“Are you my dirty little slut?” he whispers in a gravelly voice.

His free hand slides all the way down my silk nightgown until he reaches my breasts, and he circles my peaked nipples without touching the tip, edging me to insanity. I just want to lean in and make him touch me.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

I’ve never been treated in such a debasing way before. It’s turning me on like nothing he’s ever done before.

“Come on this knee then,” he whispers. “You don’t deserve my fingers. Earn them.”

Fuck, this is so hot.

My hand instinctively reaches down his abs, which are much firmer today. Maybe he’s been training? I ignore it because I’m too excited as I make my way down to the bulge in his pants. God, it’s much bigger than I remember, but I’m not complaining.

I rub him right through the fabric of his pants, his hard-on growing against my fingers, but the second I try to pull his hard-on from his pants, he grips my wrist and pins it back against the door.

“I didn’t give you permission to touch me,” he whispers, pressing a sultry kiss right below my ear. “You will quiver for me first before your pussy enjoys this cock.”

His knee swivels around until my body instinctively begins to gyrate against him.

“That’s it, rub yourself against me like a filthy fucking slut would.”

Jason’s never called me a slut before.

I love it.

A smirk forms on my face as I roll my hips against his knee, but his fingers tighten around my neck like a noose slowly suffocating the life out of me.

“You will come for me and lose your fucking breath while you do,” he whispers.

The dirtiness in his words practically sends me over the edge.

God, I can’t fucking breathe.

“Not. Yet.”

Even his breathy whispers are so controlling, so direct, that my eyes practically roll into the back of my head. I’m normally never like this, but he’s pulled something out of me that I want to embrace so badly, I just let it happen.

Where did he learn all of this? And in such a short amount of time too.

He pushes my veins so deep my heart rate slows down, and my legs crumple underneath me. I can feel myself slipping away.

His lips linger near my ear, right before I grow too weak to stand. “Now.”

Milo

I watch the video and play it back over and over again. Lana, pushed up against the door, Kai wrapping his hand around her throat, her legs quaking as he shoves his knee into her pussy and whispers words into her ear.

Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything sexier than this.

My hand instinctively reaches down into my pants, and I jerk myself off to them kissing. The way she moves, gyrating against his knee while he tells her she’s a slut … fuck.

I wish Nathan would call me that.

I pinch my nipples and moan a little as the pre-cum begins to flow, and I rub it all over my hard-on, ready to blow my load all over my pants.

Fuck me, if I could, I would go over to that fucking psycho bitch right now and lick that pussy myself. But something tells me she’d stab my eyes out if I tried.

I smirk to myself. I’ll make do with the video Kai secretly taped for now.

I’m sure this won’t be the last time they play together.

And if she was the one who watched me and Nathan have fun, then there’s no reason I shouldn’t get to watch her too.

Lana

His knee pushes up against my slit, and a rush of oxytocin enters my body as I find my release. His fingers unlatch from my throat, and as I suck in the biggest breath I’ve ever taken, an intense moan escapes my lips.

“And what do good little fucking sluts do when they’ve been given an orgasm?” he whispers, his hand snaking down my breasts, feeling me up.

“Fall apart?” I murmur.

He pinches my nipple until a squeal is pushed out of my mouth.

“They say please and thank you.”

God, I don’t know whether to slap him for his arrogance or go to my knees and pull out his hard-on. That’s how horny he’s made me.

I snort. “You’re such a bastard.”

“Hmm … and you’re such a depraved … kitty.”

My eyes widen.

Kitty.

I gasp for air, but there is none.

That’s what that Phantom guy called me.

Is it him?

I jump away and make a beeline for the light switch, smacking it on. But as I turn around, he’s nowhere to be seen.

“Where are you?!” I scream and march to my closet to grasp the knife out of my bag.

There’s no response, so I run to the window and look outside, but he’s not there either.

Where the fuck could he be?

I open the door, but no one’s in the hallway.

The door to the common bathroom is open, though … and the light is on.

I storm inside with a knife firmly lodged in my hand, ready to strike.

There he is, half-naked, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts while he stares at himself through the mirror, and I approach him with the knife.

“You thought you could get away with that?” I growl.

I jump on him and rip the mask off his face.

“What the—”

The knife clatters to the floor.

It’s not him.

It’s Jason.

And he looks at me like I’ve gone insane.

“What are you doing?” Jason asks, incensed. “I was just getting my shit together, and now you’ve ruined it.”

I stare at him for a moment with confusion lacing my face, but my whole body begins to shake.

“Lana? Talk to me,” he says. “Are you okay?” He clutches my arms.

“Yeah, yeah … I think so,” I mutter.

But all I can think of is that word he just spoke.

Kitty.

Could it be that he heard it somewhere? Or from someone?

A cold shiver runs up and down my spine, but at the same time, my pussy thumps at the memory of his knee, eliciting an orgasm out of me.

Jason frowns at me. “You don’t look fine.”

“I … can we just hug for tonight?”

He takes off his mask and puts it on the sink. “Without …?”

“Yeah, just … cuddling.”

He makes a face, clearly disappointed. “Aw. Well, if you really want to.”

“Never mind,” I say, and I leave the bathroom. “I’ll go sleep in Irina’s room.”

“Wait!” he calls after me, but I ignore him.