Vicious Punks (Dolls & Douchebags #2)

by Madeline Fay

Tey crosses his fingers and grabs my thong between my ass cheeks until it’s tight enough before letting it snap back into place.

I’m going to murder him and bathe in his blood. My butt crack hurts now.

“If you die tonight, I’ll honor you by painting a beautiful picture in your blood,” he says, all too seriously, his voice deepening and a hint of excitement leaking through.

“I knew it the moment I stared into your eyes; you're just like me. Damaged, broken, but only the best are,” Tey says passionately and plunges his knife into Miguel’s shoulder as he walks over to my side.

“I’m going to fucking destroy you, use you, and by the time I’m done… all four of you will be kneeling.”