Page 37 of Vicious Little Darling

Chapter Eighteen

EMBER

Don’t let him get to you. Don’t let him in.

But even as I chant the mantra in my head, my body disagrees with me. His cock is buried inside me, hitting a spot so deep it sends waves of pleasure I never knew existed. He grinds his body into mine, and I breathe in his masculine cologne. There’s something familiar about it—but I can’t place it.

Ihatethat I’m so fucking turned on.

I open my mouth to protest, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I can’t bring myself to say anything at all to him. Arousal floods my mind, a lustful haze encompassing my consciousness. I tip my head back as Skull-face buries his face in the nape ofmy neck, taking long deep breaths, as if he’s struggling with the same feelings as me.

An orgasm looms over me, as with one more thrust, I come, crying out in pure fucking ecstasy. It’s everything I never wanted tonight from him, and as my eyes shut, Xander flashes in front of my eyes. For some reason, that draws it out longer, imagining him between my legs.

Maybe I’mnotas fucked up as I thought.

But as my eyes flutter open, I suddenly can’t fucking breathe. I gasp for air, but something is blocking the oxygen from reaching my lungs.Oh my fucking God. What’s going on?My vision begins to blur, my hands flying up to a heavy pressure clamped around my neck.

It’s hishands.

“Wh-what are you…” I can’t get the words out, my eyes wide at the mask peering down at me. I feel his cock pulsing inside of me, his cum filling me.

Maybe he’ll stop once he comes…But I know it’s a pipe dream. I don’t know why I’m surprised.Thisis what sadistic fucks do. They kill you. Tears slip down my cheeks, as I conjure up the courage to fucking fight.

If I can make it through this, this fuck isnevergetting back in here.

I drive a knee upward, hitting his rock-hard lower stomach, and he jolts, but thenlaughs.

“You’re nothing for me, Little Flame.” He squeezes tighter, and I throw an arm out, knocking over the busted frame. It splinters even further, a shard of glass cutting my hand. I would cry out, but I can’t.

Because I can’tbreathe.

My arms weaken as my vision slips into darkness, my hand lying atop the shattered glass on the nightstand.I’m dying. I’m really fucking dying.My lashes flutter, pain now searing aroundmy throat. It feels like my skin is on fire. However, the burn is just enough to wake rile my senses.

With one last burst of a renewed will to survive, I wrap my fingers around a shard of glass from the frame, my hand numb to the way it slices my palm. With all my fucking force, I sling my arm right into Skull-face’s side. Much to my surprise, my shank lands on his lower side, where his hoodie has ridden up.

And I fuckingburyit in him.

He lets out a howl, so deep and disturbing that it seems to rattle the walls. His grip loosens, and I suck in a lungful of oxygen, igniting my adrenaline. I fly into motion, rolling out from under him, and grabbing my T-shirt.

“You fuckingcunt,” he shouts, leaning over and grabbing his side. I don’t give him any time to react, before I race from the bedroom. I reach the exit before he can even clamber off the bed. I use my good hand to unlock the door and, within seconds, I’m in the hallway. I run straight for Rose’s door, and beat my fists on it.

Luckily for me, it swings open within seconds.

“What the—”

I nearly run her over as I shove past her.

“Just lock the fucking door,” I rasp, my throat on fire from fear and dread. It hasn’t even really registered with me that I’m naked, but Rose’s wide-eyed gaze is a quick reminder.

“I’m so sorry,” I mumble under my breath, beginning to shiver and shake. I glance back at the door, expecting him to come back for me, finishing both of us off.

She’s already dictating the address into the phone to someone who I presume is a 9-1-1 operator. I glance down at my hand and see that blood is rolling down my arm and dripping onto the floor. A few splashes land on the top of my foot, a stark contrast to the paleness of my skin.

What the fuck happened tonight?

I can hardly comprehend what Skull-face tried to do, with me being so fucking turned on the entire time. I can still feel him there as I force myself to pull on my T-shirt, relieved that it covers my ass fully.

“The police are on their way,” Rose says, setting the phone down on the kitchen counter. Her apartment mirrors mine, although hers is more completely furnished and smells of musty lavender.

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