Evil Boys (Spine Ridge University)

Finally, she’s mine.

When her lips come to claim me, I let her explore my mouth just as I’ve explored hers, the first taste of many yet to come. I know she’s wanted me from the day we first met, but it took her a while to come to terms with it. And I was willing to wait an eternity until she was ready to admit it.

We’re ruthless, savage killers … and killers belong together.

My fingers course through her hair, gripping her as I pull her close, my other hand snaking around her waist while my cock throbs against her stomach. But I don’t care about any of that when I can taste her desire on her tongue as it swirls around mine, desperate for more.

When her lips unlatch, they’re swollen and parted, searching for words she can’t seem to find.

“I hate you,” she murmurs as she leans back.

A smirk still forms on my face. “Is that a declaration of love, kitty?”

Pressing a flat hand on my chest, she pushes herself off me and slides down until my dick sits snuggly between her slit, making me swallow away the arousal building inside me.

“Love?” she muses, raising herself, only to lower herself onto my dick. “This isn’t love. This is pure carnal desire.”

I groan with delight as she takes me in fully and pulls out, so I grip her waist only to push her right back onto my hard-on again. “You keep telling yourself that. Now ride this cock like my good girl does.”

“I’m. Not. Your. Good. Girl.” Each word is followed by another thrust, but I don’t fucking mind. I don’t fucking mind whatever words she speaks as long as that pussy is mine. Because I know the words that spill from her mouth as lies … her wet pussy speaks the truth.

When she leans in just a little, I grasp for her throat and force her down on my cock. “No … you’re my bad fucking slut. Now sit.”

Her eyes practically roll into the back of her head as I spear into her, hips bucking against each other.

“Jason never gave it to you like this, did he?” I groan, and I slap her tit until she squeals. “He didn’t make you feel like his personal whore to be fucked and used.” I force her down onto my shaft again. “Because you didn’t fucking let him. You didn’t want him close because he would see the darkness inside you and shut you out.”

I pinch her nipples until her words spill out. “Yes.”

“And every time he even tried to touch you, you thought of me, didn’t you?”

When she doesn’t answer, I slap her tit again. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” she replies.

“I’m not afraid of what you are,” I groan, pushing her over all my piercings until her eyes almost roll into the back of her head. “I won’t let you shut me out. I own that fucking darkness thriving within you.”

“Fuck,” she moans, grinding away on top of me.

“How much did you quake with need the second you discovered it was me who gave you all that pleasure you so desperately craved?” The desperate look on her face reveals the truth, and I bury myself to the hilt inside her wet, aching pussy. “Did he ever even make you come?”

“No.”

Fuck that loser. He can’t ever get close to transcending the fucking devotion I’m offering her.

My hand slides down over her navel until I reach her clit. “When was the last time he touched you?”

“I didn’t let him … not after you pretended to be him …” she says as I circle her clit with my thumb.

Fuck. She was already sold to my possessive fucking. “Good girl.”

The proud lion in me roars with excitement as my cock begins to throb deep within this pussy of mine.

Slowly but surely, a wicked grin spreads on her face, and it looks so goddamn beautiful I wouldn’t even mind if she killed me after we’re done fucking because, dammit, even dying at her hands would be a privilege.

I flip her over so her back hits the floor, pull out for a second, and rip her blankets off the bed. “Lift your hips for me.”

When she does, I push the blanket underneath and say, “See that fucking cabinet behind you?”

Her eyes rise to look at the wood.

“Hold it tight.”

I lift her hips and ram into her pussy so deep her mouth forms an o-shape. And I lean over her and press kisses to her belly while thrusting in and out of her with slow but steady motions, allowing her to feel the depth of my possession over her.

My hand slides across her tits, and I squeeze them before I rip the fabric apart with my bare fucking hands, exposing her nipples. I cover them with my mouth and chuck the fabric aside as I drive inside her.

She mewls with delight while I fuck her so hard the cabinet starts to scoot across the floor just from her grip alone.

I fuck her harder and faster, and when she’s about to climax, I pause, feeling her contract around my shaft.

“Why’d you stop?” she murmurs between ragged breaths.

I fish my gun from my pocket, and her eyes widen.

“You brought a gun?”

She shudders underneath me.

I’ve always had a gun on me. But just because I can use it doesn’t mean I want to.

Until now.

“Open your mouth, Lana,” I command.

“Are you going to shoot me?”

I tilt my head. “Do you trust me?”

It takes her a while to nod.

I point the gun at her. “Will you put your life in my hands?”

She looks me dead in the eyes, unafraid. “You won’t kill me.”

I shake my head.

She slowly does what I say, and I dip the gun into her mouth. “Roll your tongue around like you’d lick my cock.”

When she does, I groan from how it looks, and it makes my cock throb inside her.

I pull out the gun and bring it between us, pushing the barrel against her ass.

“Fuck, are you really going to—?”

She can’t finish the sentence, her mouth widening as I push it into her ass.

With each thrust, I drive it in farther until the entire barrel is inside along with me. And the look on her face is nothing short of majestic.

“What if it goes off?” she asks.

“We’re connected, Lana,” I say, slipping in and out of her slowly. “If you die, my dick gets blown to smithereens.”

“Fuck,” she says through gritted teeth, having trouble differentiating between danger and sexual tension.

But what she doesn’t understand is that those two go hand in hand with us.

“It’s you and I together, kitty,” I say, alternating the speed of my strokes. “You are my fucking slut. Say it,” I groan, taking her in both holes at the same time.

“I’m your slut,” she murmurs, struggling to even form the words.

I lean in and hiss, “Louder.”

“I’m your slut!” she moans when I bury myself inside her balls deep and drive the barrel in completely. “Fuck, I’m gonna come again.”

“Yes, come all over my cock like a good fucking slut,” I say. “Break for me.”

Her orgasmic clenches as she lets out another giant moan tip me over the edge.

“Fuck me, Kai!”

I come undone with her, teetering on the brink of madness as I fill her up to the brim and then some.

Completely wasted and out of my mind in love with this woman, I lower myself on top of her and spread lavish kisses all over her body, taking good care of those perky nipples as I pull out my gun and let her come down from the high.

And as I come face-to-face with her, I press a gentle kiss just beside her lips. “Do you still hate me now?”

Her breath is ragged, her face contorted with confusion. “I …”

“You don’t have to answer. I already know the truth.”

I crawl up, pick her naked body up from the floor, and carry her in my arms.

“Wait, what are you doing?” she asks, her feet thrashing in the air.

“Taking you to bed,” I reply, ignoring her fight against any form of kindness so I can put her down on her pillow before I go back to grab the blanket. “You must be tired. I fucked you in your sleep.”

She yawns as I crawl into the bed with her. I pull the blanket over and pull her closer to me, snuggling her. “So dream of me instead.”

Her body is flushed with heat as I plant a hand on her waist, her skin covered in goose bumps when I softly caress her.

“Why are you doing this?”

My brow rises. “Can’t I take care of my woman?”

Her cheeks turn red. “Take care of me? But …”

“Do I have a reason not to?” I ask, softly pushing her hair aside so I can press a kiss to her neck. “Despite what you think, I’m not your enemy.”

She breathes out in puffs after each of my kisses, clearly affected, yet she still won’t let me into her heart.

“Who’s your enemy, then?” she asks.

My fingers clench around her waist. “You know who.”

“No, not the Skull & Serpent Society as a whole. I mean, who specifically? They can’t all have done you wrong?”

“Your brother cut off Nathan’s finger,” I reply.

She turns around in my arms. “I know that, and I understand why Nathan’s mad, but you have nothing to do with that.”

“I protect my friends,” I say, looking down at her from underneath my lashes. “So I came to get my revenge.”

Her hand slowly rises to my face, and I fight the urge to inch back as she touches that part of me I’ve hated for so long.

“This scar …” she murmurs as the tips of her fingers softly peruse my face.

It feels so strange, having a touch so soft on something so heinous and violent in nature.

“Felix gave it to you?”

“Dylan Caruso.”

She pauses and leans back to look at me. “That’s …”

“Your brother’s best friend,” I fill in for her.

She swallows. “Can you still see?”

I grab her hand and press a kiss to her gentle fingertips. “Not through that eye. But I can see enough to know all I want is in front of me.”

The left side of her lips briefly quirks up, but then she licks them to make it disappear.

But I definitely saw the smile.

Her hand slips out from underneath mine, and it trails around the tattoo underneath my heart.

“It looked red when I first saw it at the Shack. Was it new?”

I nod.

“It’s a date …isn’t it?” she murmurs.

I nod again, wondering when she’ll realize.

“Wait a second, this was the day I went to that house and—”

Her breathing stops. I look down at her at the same time her eyes widen and her lips part, and it’s the most beautiful, bewildered face I’ve ever seen on her.

“The day I met you.”

I cup her chin and pull her to me, pressing a gentle kiss onto her lips to melt that last inch of resistance in her heart. “I told you, our hearts were already chained to each other from the day we first met.”

She smiles against my lips, her body zinging with heat, the magnetism between us undeniable. She rolls around again just as a blush spreads on her cheeks, and I pull her closer.

“Enough talking. It’s late, let’s sleep.”

“But—”

“Shh …” I whisper into her ear. “Sleep.”

“You’re still here,” she murmurs, tucking in her hair.

“Yes … and I told you I’m not going anywhere.”

“Even if I—”

I wrap my arm around her belly and pull her even tighter toward me. “Hate me. Love me. Kill me. I don’t care. I won’t leave you.”

I’m not like him.

I’ve seen her at her worst. At her most evil.

And it only made me fall that much harder.

I will never be like him. I will never abandon her.

She breathes a gentle sigh. “Good night.”

So many hidden emotions behind that one word.

But we’ll get there someday …

I have all the time in the world.

Nathan

I stumble down the steps in my red robe, rubbing the salt from my eyes from a good night’s rest as I make my way to Milo’s room to check on Rory. She hasn’t wanted to sleep anywhere else since she came to the house, so Milo’s been bunking with me while she took his room.

“Ro! You awake yet?” I open the door, only to find it empty.

Except for that giant unicorn Milo bought her.

Weird.

She’d normally be up and running about around this time.

Where could she be?

I make my way across the house to the kitchen. Maybe he’s making breakfast for her there.

But Milo’s not there either. Nor is Rory.

What the fuck?

Another Phantom passes me by, so I grip his neck and make him stop. “Ezra. Where is Milo?”

He flips his long hair around. “Uh … out?”

“Out where?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “He didn’t tell me. He just took that little girl with him.”

My eyes narrow. “Rory.”

“Can I go now?”

I release him from my grip, and he immediately walks to the fridge, taking out a carton of milk while keeping a keen eye on me.

I fish my phone from my sweatpants and check the text messages. There are none.

Why would he just take her?

Me: Where tf r u? Y did u take Rory?

There’s no reply, not even three dots to signal some words incoming, and it pisses me off. My nostrils flare as I sit down behind the counter.

“Want some milk?” Ezra asks.

“No, had enough last night,” I reply.

Ezra’s face is that of pure and utter confusion, but I ignore it and send another text.

Me: MILO! Answer me!

Suddenly, my phone rings. It’s him.

I swiftly pick up. “Where are you?”

“Nathan …”

My pupils dilate.

He sounds distressed.

“I’m sorry.” His voice cracks.

“What’s going on?” I ask, pacing around. “Is Rory with you?”

“I just wanted to take her to the playground down the mountain …” He gurgles and coughs up in hacking ways. “I’m sorry, Nathan, there were too many of them—”

I jump off the stool. “What happened?”

I hear a hard flop as though something … or someone … just fell to the ground.

“Milo? Answer me, please!” I yell through the phone, but there’s no reply.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I run out of the mansion, barefoot, jump into my car, and race off toward the scene.

I frantically dial Kai’s number on the way. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon! Pick up!”

But the phone just keeps ringing, and I end the call.

“Fuck!” I slam my hands onto the steering wheel. “Milo, Ro, I’m coming!”

I fish a gun from the glove compartment along with a magazine while I race down the mountain as fast as I can. But the second I reach the playground, I ram my foot into the brakes so hard the tires screech against the pavement.

I bump into a trash can and knock it over before I come to a halt.

Through the windshield, I see the bloodstains marking the rainbow paint on the floor, a piece of someone’s tattooed skin lying on the grass next to the slide. All the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

Grabbing the gun, I shove the magazine inside before I jump out of the car in my sweatpants and robe.

There’s no one around. Not a single soul.

It’s almost as if there was a bloodbath here, and all the bodies magically disappeared.

Until I spot one of them lying in the grass not far beyond the slide, one hand clutching a phone.

And my heart stops beating.

“MILO!”

I run toward him, checking my surroundings with my gun held at the ready, but no one is around except us.

I slide to my knees in front of him and grab his body, turning him over. There are gunshots in his abdomen and legs, and he’s bleeding out fast.

“Fuck!” I yell.

“Nathan …” He gurgles, coughing up blood.

I drag him into my lap. “Who did this to you? Are they still here?” I throw my robe off and rip off a piece to wrap around his leg, which is bleeding profusely.

He shakes his head as tears well up in his eyes. “I just wanted to give you some more time off, so I took her to play here,” he says between breaths. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I tried. I tried to fight them off, but I couldn’t win. I didn’t know they’d followed me all the way from the Phantom Society house.” Tears roll down his cheeks. “I tried to protect her …”

“Rory?”

He grips my arm, cuts all over his hands. “They took her.”