Evil Boys (Spine Ridge University)

My body feels hot and heavy as I wake up panting in bed, breathing heavy breaths.

Did I have a sex dream?

About Jason?

No, that can’t be it, I’ve never pictured him as anything other than an okay kisser, and someone to get a quick and easy fix.

But this … what I’m feeling right now is pure and utter lust.

My eyes open slowly, wondering what’s going on, but as my eyelids flutter they home in on something—or someone—perched between my legs at the bottom of the bed with a mask on. Someone whose tongue dips into me, causing shivers all across my body.

Oh God.

Jason? I thought he said he went to shower.

Arousal builds and builds in my body as he swivels his tongue around my clit, leaving me wet and breathless, and fuck me, I’ve never been licked like this before. That, or I’m too drunk from the wine to care. But I didn’t have that many glasses, right? Or maybe they just hit harder than I assumed they would.

I rub my forehead to try to make sense of things, but the relentless assault on my senses overcomes me.

When I look between my legs, there’s a guy … licking me.

And he’s wearing a mask.

I instantly squeeze my legs together, but fingernails dig into my skin.

“Stay.”

The voice is possessive and over-the-top demanding.

Jason’s never used that kind of voice before.

But good God, I have never heard anything more attractive.

Is he pretending to be bossy now?

I lie back and enjoy the feeling because I wouldn’t be able to move even if I wanted to. It’s as if he took my comment about being more aggressive very literally. I like it.

His tongue swivels back and forth across my most sensitive spot while his hands make sure I don’t move an inch.

“Oh God …” I murmur. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

He grins against my skin. Arrogant fucker.

“Is this your way of making up?” I muse, writhing away on the bed. “Because you know I like it rough.”

“Do you now?”

Hmm … why is his voice so much deeper than before? Did he drink too much too? Or does he always sound like that, and are my ears just fucked from the loud music at the party?

I groan, pushing the thoughts away. As long as his tongue continues doing that. I’m too drunk to care.

Good God, I would’ve jumped his bones much sooner if I knew he could lick like this.

His mouth is rugged and buried between my legs, tongue expertly diving in.

“Oh yes, do it like that,” I mewl.

“You like that?” he asks.

Again, that low voice. God, I must really be drunk. Drunk on this fucking lust coursing through my veins, yeah, because if he keeps going like this, I’m going to come. Maybe even scream. And I rarely come when Jason does it instead of me and my toys. But fuck me, the way he’s using his tongue tonight might just do it.

My pussy zings with need, just like earlier when that knife thrust inside.

My eyes burst open, and I force the image to disappear from my mind.

I have to stop thinking about that asshole and focus on the here and now. Maybe his licking can replace the memory.

As he drives his tongue inside, I gasp. “F-fuck.” My voice is high pitched, unlike usual, and I almost feel embarrassed, but this feels so fucking good.

His tongue bores into me with a frenzy I’ve never felt before. He twists his tongue around and around my swollen nub until I’m so aroused I begin to squirm and scrunch up the blanket underneath me.

“Oh, I was so mad at you before, but not anymore,” I murmur. “Is this why you went to shower? I thought you were jerking off in there.”

He pauses momentarily, and for a second there, I wish I hadn’t said anything.

“Focus, Lana.”

There’s that stern voice again, ready to swoop me off my feet. He’s never been this dominant before, and I kind of like it.

“So greedy,” I murmur as he laps me up like he’s dying for more.

“Do you get licked often?” he asks.

What a strange question to ask. I snort. “You should know. You never do.”

A low, grumbling sound emanates from his chest. “I’ll lick this pussy every fucking day from now on if you want me to …”

I don’t even know what he’s saying. All I feel is that tongue driving me insane.

“Have you ever come so hard you screamed out to God, begging for mercy?”

Wow. Did he really just say that? Or did my drunk mind just make that up?

A slap to the thighs wakes me up. “Answer me.”

“No.” I don’t know what he wants to hear. I just don’t want him to stop whatever he’s doing with that crazy tongue of his.

“Then you’ll start tonight.”

I’m delirious with need, consumed by the need to come that I just scream, “Yes! Fuck yes, make me come.”

“Come all over my tongue, Lana,” he murmurs, his tongue flicking the tip.

And I do. I come so hard I’m moaning out loud. “Fuck! God, that feels good, Jason.”

He pulls his tongue back, leaving me feeling bereft, wishing he’d continue so I could come again and again and again. But at the same time, I can’t even keep my eyes open, too tired from the party, too wasted from the wine to care.

Kai

She called his name.

Not mine.

His.

For a second, I almost forgot we’re supposed to be enemies.

I was overtaken by the need to give her pleasure, pleasure he wasn’t even able to give her, pleasure that never even crossed his mind.

Until she called out for him instead of me.

Something about that made me want to tear off this mask and show her the real person behind all the gratification she just received.

The only thing that kept me from doing that is that she’d probably murder me on sight. And now that she’s awake … it would definitely be risky.

But good God, did that pussy taste divine.

I lick my lips and wipe my mouth, licking off my fingers too. It’s rare for me to be so attracted to someone that I can’t help myself … but it’s too late. I’ve already crossed that line.

What do I do now? I was supposed to find out information about her. That, or kill her. Neither of these two plans succeeded because of my unquenched thirst for her.

And fuck me, if I could, I would have another lick.

If it wasn’t for the fact that that fucker whose name she just called out could come back any minute now.

Well, at least I’ll have my fucking camera taping her in the background, watching her every move.

I lean over her wasted body, her eyes barely staying open. Drowning in ecstasy looks good on her. I grab her face and kiss her full on the lips with everything I have, staking my claim.

Even if she still thinks she belongs to him …

She’s mine now.

She doesn’t push me away. In fact, she kisses me back like a drunk having the first taste of liquor. And Lord have fucking mercy on my soul, these lips will be the end of me.

But time is not on my side.

As our mouths unlatch, I stare at her swollen pink lips, begging for more.

Oh, you’ll get more soon enough, Lana. Don’t you worry.

“Sleep,” I say.

“Hmm …” she groans, dropping her head back into the pillow. “Yeah … I’d like that.”

Within seconds, she’s already turned away, dress still pulled up, panties still on the floor. She doesn’t seem to care since she’s exhausted from orgasmic satisfaction.

I smirk to myself. I finished that girl in a way that fucker Jason could never.

And best of all … I can do it again and again and again. Now that I’ve had a taste of her, there’s no way in hell I’ve had enough. One single lick was enough to turn me into an addict.

Her phone buzzes right beside her on the nightstand, and I pick it up. Her friend sent her a picture of the party where she’s dancing with me. A hint of a memory now deeply latched onto both our brains. I won’t forget this night any time soon.

I take a picture with my phone so I have a copy of my own, then open her contacts and swipe her phone number. I put the phone back on the nightstand and look at her gorgeous little face dreaming away of a sexy night.

Sleep well, little kitty of mine. You’ll need the rest for all the filthy things I plan to do to you soon.

Suddenly, a door in the hallway opens, and I can hear someone walking, so I race toward the window and shove a pen into the crack, wriggling it around until it finally gives way. I jump through and crawl down right as the door to her room opens.

Too late, fucker.

I already gave her everything she needed, everything she could never get from you.

That girl is no longer yours.

She’ll soon come crawling to me.

And when she does … my hard cock will be ready.

I head back to the Phantom Society building in the middle of the night, making sure no one saw me walk around the Beta Pi sorority. Can’t have gossip fill these grounds and reach Lana’s ears just when I’m having so much fun with her. Although I have to say, it would be fun to see the look on her face once she realizes it wasn’t her boyfriend who gave her that amazing orgasm.

With a broad smirk, I enter the hallway and close the door behind me, careful not to make a sound. I don’t want anyone to wake up because of me even though I am the president of this fucking society. All of those fuckers sleeping in this house are my responsibility, and their achievements at school matter.

If we can’t be the richest anymore, we’ll be the smartest, goddammit.

I make my way to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of juice, but as I close the fridge, the freaky smile and big eyes appearing behind make me literally shriek. “Ah!” After my heart stops pounding, I add, “What the fuck, Milo?”

His tall and lanky frame almost made me do a double take to check if he wasn’t a ghost. “Where were you?” he asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Oh boy.

“Nowhere.” I turn around and gulp down my juice as fast as I can.

“Nowhere is a big place,” he jests. “Sure is an important place to be in the middle of the night.”

“Does it matter?” I retort.

He’s right behind me, and I can literally feel his stare on my back.

“Yes, it’s the middle of the night, and I want to know where you went.”

He’s not going to let this go, is he?

“Don’t you have a party to clean up or something?” I reply, and I take my last big gulp.

“No, we’ve got cleaners for that. You’re avoiding the question,” he says. “So that means you found her.”

I almost choke on my juice, and I lower the glass and cough out loud.

He hovers around me with that broad grin of his. “You did, didn’t you?”

I frown. “How? When?”

He places his hand on the counter right beside me. “At the party. Something about you seemed off. I couldn’t put my finger on it earlier, but now …”

I tilt my brow. “Now what?”

A smirk forms on his face. “Now you’re not denying it. And why else would you be out so late at night?”

I roll my eyes. “A stroll.”

He laughs. Suddenly, he leans in and brings his nose to my mouth, sniffing, and I feel put off.

I lean back and push him away before snapping at him, “Dude …”

“You smell like pussy,” he says, voice dripping with judgment, his eyes twinkling. “I knew it. You found her!”

My face tightens, and my eyes can’t hide the annoyance.

But fuck me, the grin spreading on his face is the trigger.

“How the fuck would you even know how her pussy smelled?”

“So it is her? You’re not denying it, so it’s true.”

I sigh out loud and slam my glass on the counter. I should’ve drunk the whiskey instead.

“Who is she?” he asks. “Where does she live? Did you actually fuck her? Wait, did she wear another ribbon? Is that how you found out?” He fishes it from his pocket and holds it up like a treasure.

My eyes widen. “What the—Where’d you get that?” I snatch it from his hand.

“Underneath your pillow.” He bites his bottom lip, withholding a wicked smile that’s too obvious to hide.

That little shit.

He went snooping through my room while I was away.

He’s too close for comfort, but I don’t know how to fucking react. “So what’s her name?”

My mind races as emotions swirl inside me because this was supposed to be my secret. My fucking treasure.

And now the secret is out.

“Wait, I saw you dancing with a girl tonight … was it her?” His eyes narrow. “But she was with those other two girls.” He snaps his fingers as he thinks. “What was it … Irene? Iris?”

“Irina and Brooke,” I say, annoyed he’s still fishing.

His jaw drops. “Holy shit …”

My hand slowly turns into a fist on the counter.

I don’t like where this is going.

“It’s Lana? As in Lana R—”

Before he can spit out her name, I slam my hand over his mouth. “Don’t even think about it.”

But the excitement on his face tells me it’s too late to put the genie back into the bottle. Fuck.

“I swear to God, I’ll fucking sew these lips together if you say her name out loud.”

“Fine, fine,” he mumbles through my fingers.

When I lower my hand, he doesn’t relent. “Oh my God, that girl?” He cups his chin. “Though it makes sense, considering who her brother is.”

“Exactly, so keep your mouth shut,” I say.

His face contorts. “Does she know it’s you?”

I shake my head. “Not yet.”

He blows out a breath. “Phew. I was almost scared she was gonna come after us—Wait…” He pauses. “But your mouth smelled like pussy. You gave her head?”

I grab his shirt and pull him up close. “Don’t tell anyone. Especially not Nathan. Got it?”

He holds up his hands. “All right, all right.” He snorts. “Though, if you ask me, great taste in girls, dude.” He makes a pursed fingers gesture with both hands, brings them to his mouth, and kisses the air between them like an Italian. “Perfection. But just one problem. Wasn’t she also there to kill that dude? And we caught her in the act?” He’s counting the questions on his long, bony fingers. “And doesn’t that mean, technically, she wants to kill us?”

“Maybe,” I reply.

He smiles. “Can you put me down now?”

I slowly lower him to the floor, and he pats himself, straightening his clothes.

“Thanks.”

“So … the girl we’ve been looking for, you not only found her but gave her a lick like a goddamn lollypop…” He sniggers to himself. “And here I was thinking that party was just meant to gather money.” His eyes home in on mine, and they’re suddenly much less happy and much more riddled with savagery. “You were luring her in.”

A devilish smirk forms on my lips.

“You already knew it was her, didn’t you? How long?”

I fish the ribbon from my pocket to look at it for a moment, the memory of when I first saw that little violent kitty still etched into my brain. “I saw her walk around on campus with a red ribbon in her hair a few days ago.”

“Wow …” He taps his foot on the floor. “You know this will not go down well with Nathan, right? You, falling for the one girl who could destroy our reputation if she finds out who we are.”

I clutch the ribbon tightly. “Just as we can destroy hers.”

“Hmm …” His eyes begin to twinkle again. “You want to extort her.”

“I haven’t decided what I’m going to do with her yet,” I reply, and I tuck the ribbon back into my pocket. “But you … you’ll keep quiet about this. Tell no one.” I point my finger at his chest. “That includes Nathan, okay?”

“You know I’m terrible at keeping secrets from him,” Milo muses.

“Try,” I rebuke as I march off toward the hallway. “Or your reputation will be on the line too.”