Vile Boys (Spine Ridge University, #3)

by Clarissa Wild

grasp his throat and shove him all the way to the wall. An oompf leaves his mouth as his back hits the tiles, and my gun recoils, leaving an imprint on his skin. My fingers squeeze tighter and tighter until I can feel his heart pulse beneath my thumb, and his breath is in my hands. And then I lower the gun and smash my lips onto his. I take his mouth, tongue and all, consumed by fury and arousal. A toxic combination for a poisonous need. “Fuck,” he groans into my mouth. “Shut up,” I growl as I roll my tongue around his. I grasp his bulge right through his pants and say, “You can’t stop, can you?” “No,” he responds, making my blood boil. I release my grip from around his throat, and he sucks in a deep breath before I place them on his shoulders and say, “On your knees.” I lower my zipper while he looks up at me with greedy eyes. “You walk around with that hard-on for the rest of the day,” I growl as I part his lips and bring my tip to his mouth. “She made me hard as fuck. That’s your fault. Now fucking take care of it.” His pierced tongue rolls around my shaft, and I tilt my head back when he says, “Yes, Sir.”