Page 45 of Vicious Little Darling

“Rose,” Ember calls after her, looking absolutely mortified. “You haven’t seen him before, I swear. Please stop.”

“Just get in the car,” I say to Ember, keep my voice cool. “It’s fine. I guess I have that kind of face. It’s not that big of a deal. She’s just worried about you, I’m sure.”

Ember nods and climbs into the passenger seat of the car, but Rose stands there, even as I close the trunk. She stands in my fucking way as I go to step around her, sashaying to block my path.

“Isawyou before. You didn’t have the beard, and you was covered up.” She glares at me. “Iknowyou’re bad news. You’re a pretty boy under all that disguise you’ve put so much work into, and there ain’tnothin’good about a pretty boy like you.”

I shake my head, deciding to play it off. “Ireallydon’t know what you’re talking about, and I just want to keep Ember safe from everything that’s happened.” I slip past her then, before trotting to the driver’s side and slipping inside the car.

“Sorry about that,” Ember frowns. “She’s a little off her rocker.”

“Ya think?” I chuckle, relieved that Ember isn’t suspicious. “Let’s go home.”

“Home.” She repeats it with a distant look in her eye. Without even thinking about it, I reach across and take her hand, interlacing my fingers with hers. Icanbe the good guy for her. I just have to figure out how to keep my bad guy under the surface.

Guess I’ll have to pay attention in therapy now.

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“Wine?” I offer as soon as Ember reappears from her room, having put away the things in her second suitcase. “It’s been a long night.”

She nods, a fatigued expression on her face. “I could go for wine.”

I hand her an already poured glass, laced with something to help her loosen up a little faster. “Same. Let’s get fucked tonight. We’re off tomorrow. It’ll be fun.”

She giggles. “I don’t getfuckedall that often.”

My cock twitches. “Well, when you say it like that,” I pour myself a stiffer drink as she downs her glass of wine in one go. “Jesus, okay, you’re going to be hammered before me at this rate.”

“I know,” she laughs as I pour her another glass. “But it won’t take much. It never does. Consider me a cheap date.”

I take in the way her cheeks are flushed, and how her blonde hair frames her heart-shaped face. Her deep-hazel eyes linger on my face, with that familiar spark of desire interlaced in her irises. It’s the same way she looked at me through the fucking mask, only this time, it’smyface. It’sme.

I take a step around the island, but Ember is already moving, turning to face to the wall of windows, taking in the cityscape.

“This is such a gorgeous view,” she hums, going over to stare out the window, her eyes fixed on the lights. I grab the wine bottle and my drink, and join her. I need her to down the whole fucking bottle.

It’s the only way to mask my massive cock and ugly scar—and still get a piece of her sweet,sweetfucking cunt. I’m desperate to taste her, have her,fuckher. I’m still a little pissed she got the best of me, but I also have this newfound respect for her.

And I want to keep her.

I keep her glass full and then down the rest of mine, setting it on the end table. I slide in behind her, brushing my chest against her back. She sighs, and then leans her head back to rest against me. I grow rigid at the gesture, turned on by the simplicity and the softness. I brush her hair away, exposing her feminine neckline.

She sucks in a deep, heavy breath as I lean down, pressing my lips to her skin. I inhale her musky perfume, and as she downs the last of the bottle, I remove the glass from her hands, tossing it to the couch behind us. I don’t care if the remnants stain the couch. I’ll buy a new one.

“Xander,” Ember’s words slur, and I know I can take her now. I slide my hands up the front of her shirt, palming her breasts over her bra as I suck the skin of her neck into my mouth. I nip at her as I tug the front of her bra down, and quickly find her erect nipples. I squeeze.Hard.

My little flame.

I press my cock into her ass, grinding denim against denim. She moans out, and I’m quick to take it as an invitation. I undo her jeans, and as I do, my patience to move slowly starts to wane, the monster in me raging.

Just fucking breathe.

But I need the high. I tear her jeans and underwear down her legs, and then spin her around to face the couch.

“Oh God,” she cries out as I force her over and run my hand through her soaked folds.

“You want me, deep in your pussy, don’t you?” I growl, undoing my pants and setting myself free.

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