Page 207 of Evil Boys


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Tears roll down his cheeks as he looks up at me, and I’m utterly shocked.

“And after all that, you still helped us when we needed it the most.” He leans over to press a kiss to my bloodied foot, and the simple gesture moves me. “I was wrong. So wrong to despise you,” he says, pressing more and more kisses against my ankles like he’s desperate to right his wrongs. “I owe you my fucking life.”

As the water pours onto my head, I stare down at him and his attempt to apologize for all his past behavior, and a part of me is almost ready to cry along with him. But the other part of me … it burns with rage.

And I grasp my knife from between the shampoo and shove him to the floor, knocking him down as I kneel on top of him and push the blade underneath his chin.

He looks up, unafraid, meeting my anger head-on.

“You tried to takeeverythingfrom me,” I say through gritted teeth. “For her.”

His Adam’s apple rises and falls against the blade. “Do you want my life?”

My eyes widen, and I’m stunned. “What?”

He grasps my wrist and pushes the blade even farther into his neck. “Take it.”

I can’t even move as I try to fight his grip. “Youwantto die?”

“It’s what I deserve,” he says.

“I saved your fucking life!”

“Yes,” he replies, not even looking mad that I have a blade to his neck. “And now my life belongs to you.”

He pushes the blade even farther into his skin until his skin cracks and blood seeps out. And a part of me really wants to push through and make him pay for all the pain he caused me, end things once and for all so no one will ever find out about the pictures he took, and my killer secret stays hidden.

But he looks at me like I’ve beguiled him, and the sheer gaze of adoration suddenly makes it hard to breathe. I was here before not too long ago, and it feels as though history is repeating itself, but I can’t stop it either.

No matter how much I hated him for using me for his own devious plans and pleasure, I can’t bring myself to actually kill him.

“I deserve every inch of your wrath,” he says, his hand rising to touch my face, the caress so sweet I practically melt into his hand. “But if you let me … I will beg for your forgiveness every single day until eternity.”

His hand guides me closer until we’re separated by mere inches, and I can feel his warm breath on my skin. “All this time, I thought I didn’t want to share Milo with you … but I’m just so fucking jealous of the bond you two have … because Iwantyou. I want you more than my own goddamn life.”

And fuck me, even with the blade perched right underneath his chin, my lips still land right back on his. The way he kisses me is nothing short of pure magic and delicious desperation all wrapped into a cruel package.

His hand snakes through my hair while I maintain a tight grip on the knife, afraid of what’ll happen when I let go. When I finally let myself long for these evil boys that have thrown themselves at my feet.

He groans into my mouth, his lips parting mine as his tongue drives inside and licks at the roof of my mouth while I’m desperate to put a stop to the madness that has become me.

But it’s too late. Too late to resist, too late to fight, too late to even flee from the inevitable fall.

So I give in and release the knife, letting it clatter to the stone floor as he kisses me with so much fire I can feel it burn in my soul.

When his lips unlatch from mine, we stare at each other for a moment. His eyes roam my face like he’s seeing me for who I am for the first time in his life.

“You …” His hand travels down my face, the tips of his fingers leaving an electrical current in their wake as they slowly make their way down my neck and chest, tickling my nipples until they peak, a devilish smirk appearing on his face. “You are a fucking goddess.”

A blush spreads on my cheeks. No one’s ever called me that.

Suddenly, his hands grip my ass, and he drags me over his hard, wet body until my pussy is right in front of his face.

“And I want nothing more than to devote myself to this fucking pussy.”

My lips part, but I can’t even say another word because his tongue drives into me with full fervor, leaving me fighting for a breath. He buries his tongue inside me and curls it, licking me from the inside out, and my knees start to quake from sheer need.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

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