Page 17 of Vicious Little Darling

My pussy reacts instantly, aching at his still distorted voice.

“Who are you?” I pant.

“Your date tonight,” he chuckles back. “That guy you’re with is a tool, and you know it.”

“And you’re a pervert,” I snap back at him, glaring into a pair of eyes that I don’t recognize. They’re cold, demeaning. And disturbingly exotic.

“But I guarantee, your pussy is already dripping,” he says, forcing my hips to move against his. “This is the boldest I’ve ever been; you know.” He brushes my hair away from my ear. “But I can’t stand to see you with anybody else.”

“You don’t even fucking know me, weirdo,” I shoot back, trying to spin in his grasp. He lets me, and then pins me to his chest. The bodies of the other dancers bump and grind against us, but his hands remain around my waist, not exploring butnot budging either. His hard length ismassive,and I can barely think about anything else as I peer up at the masked stranger. I can’t even make out his hair color with the hood up over his head. Somehow, he blends right in with all these people in the club, gyrating under the dark lights.

He grabs my chin, his grip tightening. “Dance with me, and I won’t take you to the dark corner and wear that little pussy of yours out. I’ll let you make it home safely.”

Fear, excitement, and disgust all mix together in the pit of my stomach. But as he grinds into me, I grind back, falling into the heat of the bass.

“Good girl,” he groans, spinning me around. Ass against his cock, I let myself slip right into his trap.

Chapter Nine

JAXTON

Fuck me.She’s doing exactly as I asked—and her unexpected submission is so empowering it’s intoxicating. She sways against me, the back of her head resting against my chest. It’s like she’s dancing with the devil, and she doesn’t even care.

I’msofucking hard right now.

I keep my hands over her hip bones, inhaling the scent of her perfume and sweat. As I nudge her head to the side, I have a strong desire to slip the mask off and kiss my way down her neck. My grip tightens as her chest heaves and wants to be mask-free to wreak havoc on my mind. Inevershow my face, and I alsoneverkiss the women I fuck and kill.

Fuck me. Fuck her. Butfuck,I want this dress off her.

The soft curve of her ass—even through her dress—is a perfect fit for my cock. It pulls me in, so, I grind into her harder. Ember sucks in a sharp breath. It’s a light, airy noise that escapes from between her lips. She actually wants me.

It’s abnormal for the women I stalk and murder to moan like this. Of course, I’m off the beaten path of my normal protocol. I’d never normally approach one like this, not even with my mask on. I soak in the moment, my grip still ironclad on her hips.

“Can you tell me who you are now? And why you’re messing with me?” Ember’s voice says, just loud enough for me to hear over the music. She tries to spin around to face me again, but I stop her—and I choose not to answer. I’m not trying to build a rapport with her. That’s not what I do under the mask.

“There’s a lot of girls in here who would probably let you screw them,” Ember continues into my silence. “You’re wasting your horny time on me.”

I chuckle. “I don’t see any other fuckable women in this club.”

“You must be blind then,” she snorts, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Call it one-track minded,” I growl into her, slipping my hand across her hips to her lower abdomen. She goes still as my other hand trails upward, sensing that I’m about to push her boundaries.

“You’re ballsy,” she pants, her head still resting against me, “To watch me in the window like that at work.”

Fuck, the hand necklace I want to give her.My heart races at the image of dropping her, unconscious, to the floor, and letting all the ensuing chaos begin in such a public place. There would be camera footage to show the public, but there’d be no identifying factors for me. The temptation pulls at me, drowningme as I snake my hand past the bottom of Ember’s dress, my fingertips against her bare thigh.

Her breathing slows as I slip my fingers beneath the hem, and I wait for her hand to stop me, but she doesn’t. She lets me. I’m more turned on than ever, my heart is chugging in my chest and my cock seeping under my jeans. I have only one burning question as I press my hands between her legs.

“Why are you not trying to stop me? You turn every other man away.” My voice is a little distorted by the mask, but even still, it rasps with sadistic lust. My touch trails inward, pressing against her inner thigh as my other hand pauses for a split second over her breasts but doesn’t stop until it’s resting just beneath her neck.

“Ember, why?” I repeat when she says nothing in reply.

Instead, she rolls her hips, causing my hand to land right between her legs. I can’t stop the groan from rattling my chest as her soaked underwear caresses my skin. My fingers twitch, eager to push inside her, and I relish the little whimper she makes.

She wants this.

Then, before I can go any further, I catch sight of someone familiar in the crowd. I take in the sight of that brawny friend of hers. He’s scanning the crowd for Ember. Disappointment surges through me, and while I’d happily take the brute, it would be bad to hand the police someone on whom to pin their investigation. I’m the elusive, torturous shadow, and I must remain only in Ember’s individual world.

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