Page 51 of Evil Boys


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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—”

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