Page 120 of Vile Bastards
The idea of eating something that she made with her hands …
“I want them.” It’s all I say. It’s all that I’m going to say. Clearly, I can’t trust my fool mouth not to blurt something else out.
“Good. I’m glad you like them.” She moves up to me and puts her arms around my neck. I move the box of strawberries to the side, perplexed by the idea of casual touch. I’m allowing her to simply … touch me? But wasn’t it you who slammed her into the side of her car, covered in mud, and jammed your tongue down her throat? You’re losing your mind, Alexei Grove. “When you eat them, think of me. Suck the chocolate off, savor it on your tongue, swallow it.” She presses her lips to the side of my jaw, right next to one of the fake lip rings, and plants a sensual kiss there.
I shiver as she draws back and turns around to point at Widow.
“I’ll be out fifth period, so don’t look for me in the library. I want all of the sex ed books wiped down twice over and put away.”
My first thought is: oh, good they wipe down their books.
But then it occurs to me that she said sex ed books and that nobody in this disgusting school would ever just wipe a book down for hygiene’s sake.
Scarlett seems to notice my train of thought, flicking her gaze my way again.
“Yes, Alexei, there’s cum on the sex ed books.”
I gag and turn away, putting my wrist to my mouth as she chuckles.
“Where are you going?” Widow asks, but the look she throws him displays a clear and ferocious directive: I don’t have to tell you a damn thing. “I have every right to ask where my woman is off to.”
There’s a moment of tense silence and then Scarlett throws her head back in a howl of laugher.
“Oh, Widow, you’re cute. You know that, right?” She reaches out to pinch his cheek and he slaps her hand away and then snatches her wrist, yanking her body against his. One of his hands falls to her waist while the other dives into her raven hair, fingertips massaging her skull.
His mouth lands on hers, and I resist the urge to vomit.
Kellin Bohnes glances my way with a bemused smirk.
“Disgusting, isn’t it?” he asks, slipping his hands into his pockets and taking off without another word. He flits in and out of life like a spectral entity with a nasty grudge.
Meanwhile, I watch in disgusted fascination as Scarlett kisses Widow back, these deep, lingering kisses that make them both moan. I understand now why Ash Kelly pulled a gun on me the other day. It makes perfect sense. I’m feeling dark and twitchy murderous vibes of my own.
I can’t look away as she kisses Widow, my heart thundering, my dick growing rapidly more uncomfortable inside my hideous baggy black pants.
Widow pushes Scarlett away suddenly, swiping an arm across his mouth and scowling.
“Where are you going?” he repeats. She ignores him.
“I’ll see you both tomorrow—stay safe.” Scarlett smiles a crooked half-smile before moving around to the driver’s side of her car.
Widow stands up and turns around, watching her as her friends give us both odd looks and take off for their own cars. At least they’ll be with her. I imagine that’s what Bohnes is doing as well, tailing her. He spends the vast majority of his time stalking Scarlett Force.
“She’s going to be the death of me,” Widow mutters, frowning heavily as he looks over at me. He must notice something odd about the way I’m staring after Scarlett, about my pants, about the sweat on my forehead. “You okay?” he asks, and then I turn around and vomit right into the trash can behind us.
Nothing comes up; I haven’t eaten.
But I empty my stomach all the same, and then bend over, my hands on my knees as I struggle to breathe through the sudden strangeness tearing through me.
Images of Scarlett naked underneath me, of her kneeling down to suck my cock, they pummel me, and I choke and laugh, even as I’m shivering against the onslaught.
“Or … not,” Widow finally adds, leaving me where I am as he heads back to the school.
I straighten up, still laughing, hating myself, wondering who the hell it is that I even am anymore. Alexei Grove of the infamous Borisov family, wearing secondhand clothes from decades past, attending the poorest school in the state, falling for an impossibly enigmatic woman who wakes up all my darkest, dirtiest instincts.
I glance over at the street, just waiting for that telltale blacked-out SUV to drive by.
There’s no one and nothing, just the sound of the bell ringing.
By the end of the day, everyone in the school seems to have heard about my special sewing kit.
