Page 34 of Evil Boys


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There’s no more time.

I turn around and make a run for the bed, sliding to my knees before I crawl underneath… just as the door opens.

“Hmm …”

I hear some smacking sounds.

Two, no, four feet.

I stay under the bed as they come closer while making what sounds like kissing noises.

“C’mon, it’s been too long,” a guy mumbles.

“You know I have so much homework to do tomorrow. I need to sleep.”

I’d recognize that voice anywhere. A smile erupts on my face. Lana. My little vicious kitty.

But the smile quickly dissipates as the guy’s feet hit the side of the bed.

“I can’t wait any longer. I need you,” the guy says.

“Jason …”

So it is him.

“But you’re still wearing that mask,” she murmurs.

“Doesn’t it make it extra spicy?” Jason replies. “Pretend I’m a handsome stranger whisking you away.”

They approach fast, and sweat drops roll down my face as they fall onto the bed.

Fuck. Too late to run now.

I can hear the smooches and feel the moans reverberate through the bed.

It’s almost like I’m … a part of it.

Clothes fly off left and right. Shoes first, hers clattering to the floor right beside my head. His shirt comes off next, then a pair of pants and a belt.

My teeth grind into each other so harshly I can hear it. Because above me, I can definitely hear them going at it.

Then a pair of panties drop to the floor. Newly worn panties that I didn’t rip apart.

Sick thoughts fill my mind with obsession as they kiss and roll around on the mattress. The filling of the bed dents downward, almost into me. My hand instinctively rises to feel the mattress bump, wondering if it’s her body. If I can feel her indirectly, touch her the way I did when I danced with her or when I cornered her in our pool room. When I made her come on her own goddamn blade.

But then the mattress begins to thump.

Fuck.

My hand inches toward my pocket, where I’ve grown increasingly aware of the knife poking into my body. I pull it out as the mattress dips and dips, and his grunts become more obvious with every passing second.

I take out my knife and point it at the mattress, my heart rate picking up as I’m hovering dangerously close to ripping everyone to shreds.

I would kill that motherfucker if we were alone.

But I don’t know who I’d hit first if I strike now. If my blade would penetrate his body… or hers.

And for some reason, the thought of my knife being thrust into her stomach is worse than his dick penetrating her as we speak, the same pussy I fucked with a knife mere hours ago.

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