Page 58 of Vicious Little Darling

I shake my head. “No, you’re going to put it on.”

“I am?” He tilts his head at me, but I can already see the desire forming behind his perfectly handsome face.

“Yeah, and then you’re going fuck me like the skull-faced psycho that you are.”

“Jesus, Ember,” he growls, pulling the mask over his face. “You’re exactly what I dreamed of.”

My heart thumps unevenly in my chest. “But you’ll have to catch me first.” I shoot him a grin, and then dive past him and out the door of the bedroom. He bursts into a cackle of evil laughter, the distortion in his voice proving he is exactly who I think he is.

I race down the stairs, but stumble as I make it to the living room. It’s truly useless. Xander is faster than me and, before I even make it to the couch, his arm is threaded around my waist.

He reaches around me with precision and unsnaps my jeans.

“You’ll never get away from me, Little Flame.”

He rips my jeans and underwear down my hips, and the cool air on my wet pussy makes me gasp for air. “Oh fuck, you’re so into this.”

“Yes,” I moan as he presses two fingers deep inside of me. He finger fucks me hard, slapping his hand against me. Then, he pulls his hand away and flips me around, tearing my shirt up over my head. I unhook my bra as he peels off his own clothes, and then he’s standing before me completely naked.

“You’re a fucking dream,” he growls down at me, forcefully spreading my legs, and pushing me back on the couch. Xander climbs in between them and presses the head of his thick cock inside of me. “You’re always going to be full of me, Little Flame.”

“You’ll have to marry me,” I throw out as he fills me entirely. “My parents are old-fashioned—and I know all of your secrets now.”

He reaches up and tears the mask off his face, his eyes boring into mine. “It’s so fucking hot when you blackmail me. Keep talking like that.”

I arch back as he thrusts into me. “Good, because if you try to leave me, I’ll do more damage than before.”

“Oh fuck,” he groans, pounding into me and sending me straight into a powerful orgasm.

“You’re such a bad girl, aren’t you? You like it like this? All fucked up.”

“I just love you,” I breathe out, meeting his gaze. “All fucked up or not.”

Xander’s expression softens as his body stills. “Yeah? You do?”

I nod. “I do. I truly do.”

Epilogue

JAXTON

Three Years Later

Isnap his neck and let the body drop, frowning at how easy it was.

“You didn’t fight hard enough, buddy,” I joke, stepping over the limp man. “But you really should’ve gotten better at paying back loans.”

Slipping out of the alley, I check my watch, and see that it’s half past midnight. I pull out my phone, and dial Roman’s number.

“Done?” he answers.

“Yep,” I say, breathing out a sigh. “He didn’t fight. Spent most of our encounter begging for his life, but you know how that goes.”

“Never well,” he chuckles.

“Nope. I’m leaving him there. I don’t think anyone will think twice about a junkie dropping dead in the middle of this part of town. Just another casualty of addiction.”

“Good plan.” He sounds indifferent to the idea. I take the moment to hail a fucking cab to get back home. Ember’s probably waiting, and she knows what happens on nights like tonight. Turns out, I was right.

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