Evil Boys: Chapter 17

I tap my pen against my notepad as I try to summarize what the professor said. But every time I write down some of the words that pop into my head, I stop at a single word repeated many times in his sentences.

Come.

A very normal word for people who haven’t spent a single second on a device that forced them to actually come over and over again.

That word is now tarnished forever in my mind.

Each time I hear it, I stop and pause to take a breath, my slit getting wet.

Don’t think about it. Forget it ever happened.

“Hey, have you got any plans for tonight?” Brooke whispers into my ear.

“No, nothing,” I reply.

I wouldn’t dare to go out on another hunt right now. Not with those boys watching my every move.

“Wanna come to Club Rivera with me?” she asks, smirking. “I heard all the sexy Skull & Serpent guys will be there.”

God, I hope she’s not referring to my brother.

“Um, sure,” I reply. Maybe it’ll be good to get my mind off things. And since it’s my dad’s club, my safety is guaranteed. And better yet, those Phantoms don’t have a chance of stepping one foot inside that establishment. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

“Awesome,” she says, clutching my arm. “I’m so excited. Do you think there’s a discount because you’re a family member?”

I snort. “Wouldn’t count on it. Dad’s too busy with the school, so someone else manages the clubs.” I smile at her. “But maybe a free drink.”

“Aw yeah.” She hugs me tight. “That’s what I’m talking about. You and I are gonna have so much fucking fun tonight.”

“What about Irina?” I ask.

“She’s sick in bed,” Brooke replies. “But I can ask Crystal.”

“My brother’s friends?” I frown.

“Yeah, we’re friends,” she says, like it’s the most normal thing ever. “She’s really sweet. You’ll like her, promise.”

“Okay. Crystal, huh? Sure, why not,” I mutter, still trying to focus on what the professor is saying.

But then he checks the time and puts his suitcase on the desk. “That was it for today. Make sure to fill out the papers and give them back by Monday.”

“Fuck …” I sigh out loud.

Brooke eyes my notes. “Oh, here.” She takes a photo of her own notes and sends them over in a text. “You can have mine.”

“Thanks.” I smile.

“No worries. Always willing to lend a distracted friend a hand.” She winks. “Must be boys, right?”

My eyes widen. “What?”

“It’s always boys,” she murmurs.

But the hairs on the back of my neck still stand up as she packs her bag and gets up from her seat. “See you tonight, L!” And she throws me an air kiss before she walks out of class.

I’m probably the last to leave as I swiftly tuck my notepad, pen, and book into my bag and throw it over my shoulder.

Suddenly, my phone buzzes, and I pause to check.

Unknown: You want us to keep your secret?

My fingers dig into the phone. It’s him.

Me: I know it’s you, Kai. Stop the charades.

Kai: Yet you seemed to be so enamored by my mask.

I gulp. Fuck. I can’t believe we’re talking about this.

Or that he’s the guy who snuck into my room and …

Kai: Do you remember how my tongue rolled around your wet little pussy?

My breathing falters.

The night I drank too much wine with Jason, when he couldn’t get me off while fucking me and decided to go shower instead …

Jason didn’t come back to my room to lick me off.

It was him.

The phone almost slips from my hand.

Kai: I do. Every single second of the day. I think about how good you tasted. How you hungered for more. How you moaned into my ear as you rubbed yourself on my knee.

Fuck. I didn’t want to think about it, but now the memories flood my brain like a movie come to life, and the mere thought has my pussy throbbing with need.

Me: Fuck you. Leave me alone.

My finger hovers over the block button as I waltz toward the exit of the classroom.

Kai: If you block me, I will tell the world what you’ve done.

I pause.

How does he know I was about to block him?

My gaze immediately flicks toward the window, but no one is there. God, he’s really gotten underneath my skin.

Me: What do you want?

Kai: You know what I want.

My teeth grind together. I should’ve never given in at that party and let him have his way with me.

Me: Enlighten me.

Kai: Your mouth wrapped around my cock with that pussy dripping wet while you beg for cum.

I feel dizzy, light-headed, and I grasp the table beside me to steady myself.

Me: Stop.

Kai: You asked me, and I obliged. Your turn.

Me: You already had what you wanted.

Kai: What I had was a simple taste … what I want is every inch.

Me: When is it going to be enough?

Kai: Do you really want to ask that question?

Me: Stop the semantics. I don’t have time for games.

Kai: You’ll make time for me and the copious number of games I intend to play with you.

Me: Fuck you.

I look up from my phone for a moment to take a breath, but my heart is unsteady. Rapid. Unlike my usual cool self, and it’s pissing me off.

Kai: I will … after you’ve screamed my name.

Me: Kiss my ass.

Kai: Come here, and I’ll lick it for you.

My jaw drops. What the f—

Me: You’re a perverted freak.

Kai: You don’t know half the things I’d do for you.

Wow. For someone so deranged, he sure has a lot of confidence. And sass, I’ll give him that.

Me: Why? You don’t know me.

Kai: No … but I want to. I want to know what you hide in that killer mind of yours.

I make an annoyed face, but at the same time, I still feel morbidly curious why he’d be so interested in me.

Kai: Tell me, kitty, what does it take to make you scream?

Me: Like I’d ever tell you.

Kai: You don’t have to. I’ll figure it out.

All the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

Me: I won’t let you get close enough to even try.

Kai: Oh, I won’t need to be close to give you all the goose bumps currently scattering across your body.

I look up and turn around, checking the room, the windows, even the door, but no one is in sight. How does he—

Kai: I don’t need to see you to know exactly how your mind works. How your body feels. How your flesh reacts to my words.

My pussy thumps without my approval, and I hate it. I hate how he’s managed to speak to both the unquenchable rage coiling and twisting around my heart and the unwieldy fire burning deep inside me, yearning to be released.

Kai: But don’t worry, kitty … I’ll give your soul all the surrender it craves soon.

Me: Remember that knife in your thigh? If you tell a single person about anything I’ve done during my time at this school, I will personally come and put a knife in your fucking balls too.

I turn off the phone before he can send me any more texts and arouse me any more than I already am. Fuck. Fuck him and those dirty fucking words, and fuck that arrogant asshole.

Nathan

Later that night

I sit back and silently enjoy my whiskey on the rocks, watching the crowd dance. Considering the current dress code, it’s busy in this club, which surprises me. All black, no color, except for a red mask that covers half the face. A mask quite like the ones the Phantoms use, which is peculiar considering this is a club owned by the Rivera family. The family who also owns the Skull & Serpent Society, enemies of the Phantoms, and a thorn to my eye.

My hand clutches around the glass, and I take another sip to quell the rage firing up my heart. An exclusive section is tucked in the corner to the left, but I can take a peek inside from where we’re seated. Felix, Dylan, Alistair, and Penelope sit there, having a drink and chatting with their friends, and the second I catch a glimpse of their smiles, the glass I’m holding almost shatters.

Suddenly, a hand snakes around my thigh. “Relax.” Milo smiles at me. “They don’t know it’s you.”

“No, but I know it’s them,” I retort, placing the glass back on the table before I make a scene. Milo gently grabs my face and makes me focus on him. “Remember why we’re here.”

A smile tugs at my lips. He always knows how to calm me down … with a promise of violence. And I can’t fucking wait.

Because I’ve just spotted that diamond in the rough walking into the club in her thick five-inch black heels, a skinny pair of white jeans, and a V-cut black crop top with long sleeves, along with some pretty jewelry dangling down from her neck all the way to her belly button. The red mask she was forced to wear doesn’t remotely hide her identity. She’s dressed like a sweet little snack waiting to be unwrapped.

Perfect to sink my teeth into.

Perfect to unravel and destroy.

But I’ll let Kai have his little moment with her first. I’ll sit back and enjoy the show while he’s busy making her sweat until it’s finally my time to shine.

And I can’t fucking wait for the fun to begin.