Vicious Little Darling (Love So Cruel #3)

13. Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

JAXTON

I just know brawny boy is going to take her home tonight and, honestly, it pisses me off even more. Ember turned me away today, and I got to feel the brunt of what it’s like for all the other guys who aren’t good enough for her. So tonight, I’m taking what’s mine.

I linger outside in the shadows, waiting for Josh and Ember to step out into the street. I’m positive her little buff bodyguard is going to either drive or walk her home, and I’m prepared for either scenario.

“Why don’t we walk?” Josh throws out the suggestion. “I know I said I’d drive you, but it’s nice out.”

Ember wraps her arms around herself, scanning the area. “Um… I mean…”

“Come on.” Josh finishes locking the door and shoves the keys in his pocket. “You’re always telling me that you’d rather walk.”

I scrutinize her carefully, smiling to myself as her pretty hazel eyes dart around. She’s looking for me. I know she is.

“I think we should drive,” she finally says, her voice quiet in the empty street. “I just have a bad feeling.”

Josh stares at her for a few minutes. “A bad feeling, huh? Well, that’s even more of a reason to walk. I’ll prove to you that I can handle anything.”

Bro, get your ego in check. It’s already in the stratosphere. I nearly laugh out loud at Josh’s asinine comment. If there’s anything I’ve learned in my time of lurking in the shadows, it’s that anyone can get themselves “ unalived” under the right circumstances. And I’m sure that Josh is mostly bark rather than bite…

Though he does have something about him that makes me question just how far he’d go to have Ember. She might be oblivious to it, but I’m not. He’s into her, and I see the way he manages her.

I don’t like it.

“Come on,” Josh repeats, threading his arm through hers. “It’s all going to be fine. Besides you don’t have work at the bookstore, tomorrow, so getting home a little later shouldn’t make a great difference.”

“I really haven’t been sleeping well, though,” Ember shoots back at him. However, she does let him start to guide her down the street.

“How come?” he asks her.

I miss the next part of the conversation, too busy trying to slink along behind them. There really isn’t anyone out on the streets, so if I show myself, they’re going to notice—and that would ruin my plan. I’m a figment in Ember’s life, and only in a way that should make her doubt if I’m really there at all.

I like my women a little crazy, I guess.

My Vans are silent on the concrete as I drift a ways behind them. Part of me was hoping they’d just take the damned car, so I could walk without having to slink like this, but it is what it is. I keep my distance for the near hour the walk takes, too far back to hear their conversation.

When they reach the apartment building, I slip into the alleyway, giving me the familiar sight of her window. I wait for the light to flicker on, and for Josh to load up in the Uber that shows up a few moments later. As soon as the car pulls away from the curb, I head around to the front, punch in the code and slip inside.

I take the stairs two at a time, my cock already straining against my jeans. I’m not going to go slow with her this time. I’m taking what I want and then I’m ending it.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

I kind of like the idea of coming back for more—if she doesn’t fucking report it to the cops.

When I reach her apartment, I try the knob, and to my fucking shock, the door is unlocked. I can’t decide if I’m flattered or concerned. For all I know, this might be me walking right into a trap. I take a deep breath, and push the door inward, letting the creak of the hinges split the silence.

I ease into the apartment, and the blackness settles in all around me. There’s not a single light on in the place, and I shut my eyes as I swing the door closed. It clicks loudly in place. If she doesn’t know I’m here by now, then she’s either got headphones in or she’s deaf.

Flipping the lock behind me, I ease forward, heading toward her room. Excitement and anticipation pulse in my veins, and my cock is desperate to be let loose from my pants. I can’t fucking wait.

“I see you’re back,” a voice says as I step over the threshold of the bedroom. “I figured you’d show up.”

“Hmm,” is all I say, unable to read Ember’s tone as she sits, her back propped up against the headboard. She’s wearing just an oversized T-shirt again, and her bare legs are begging me to spread them apart for me.

“How many girls have you followed home and fucked?”

Whoa. Where is this brazen question coming from? I stand in silence, trying to guess why she’d even care to know such a thing.

“There’s a list in the bar,” she continues. “It made me think of you. There’s a guy on there who is no longer allowed inside, because he follows women home from the bar.”

I chuckle, biting back a smile at the jealousy. “Not me, little flame.” I distort my voice under the mask to sound deeper, and Ember whips her head around to glare at me.

“So then why are you following me? Do I know you?”

I hesitate on that question. As much as I like to play these little games, sometimes, too much information is dangerous. “I know you,” I say, taking a step toward her.

She doesn’t flinch with fear, and instead takes a deep breath, blowing it out sharply into the bedroom. “Something is wrong with me.”

Yeah, okay. Join the club. But I entertain her. “Why?”

Ember stares at my mask, her eyes flickering with longing and desire. “Because I want you.”

Holy fucking shit. I nearly explode in my jeans as the words leave her mouth, and I take advantage of the moment, going straight for her. I wrap my hands around her ankles and drag her to me. She lets out a whimper as her ass hangs off the edge of the bed.

I spread her legs apart, grinning as I see her clean-shaven, bare pussy. She wanted this to happen. With two fingers, I graze her center, and her body shivers at my touch. With my other hand, I undo my belt and set my cock free.

“Holy…” Ember’s voice comes out in a small whisper, and I chuckle.

“It’ll fit,” I rasp from under my mask. I stroke her clit, drawing out moisture until she’s glistening with need, her hips writhing against me. I don’t let her orgasm, though. I want that feeling around my cock. I’ve never had that happen before.

No one has ever been willing.

A war of arousal rages inside me as I lean over her, pressing my bare tip against her clit. She lets out a moan as I slide through the wetness, catching my breath as I coat myself in her. My heart pounds in my head as I pause at her entrance. I should wear a condom. I have one…

“ Please, ” Ember’s whine breaks my thoughts, her tone thick with desire. She rocks her hips forward, needing more. So fucking desperate.

Why does she want me? The intrusive thought flashes through my mind like a warning sign, but still, I press into her. A deep groan slips from my throat… Her pussy is so fucking tight.

“ Oh God, ” she cries, her voice trembling. “You’re so big.”

“You can take me, baby,” I rasp, my hands locking in around her hips as I drag her further onto me. I’m about to fucking blow just being inside of her, and the way she’s… begging for me.

I thought I liked it when they said no.

But it’s got nothing on the please rolling off her lips.

I slowly push the rest of the way into her, burying myself entirely. I stop as my lower abdomen contacts her bare skin, and then I shift my grip from her waist to her thighs. She squirms against me, her desperation for me to give her relief powerful.

“Get used to this,” I growl as I press my weight into hers. “Because it’s the only cock you’re getting.”

She whimpers and I slide out slowly, feeling her body relax. However, as my tip reaches her entrance, I ruthlessly slam back into her. Ember’s whimper morphs to a near scream, and I tighten my grip around her thighs. I want to hurt her, break her, bruise her, mark her as mine.

“ Oh fuck. ” She clings to the comforter as I thrust into her, feeling her pussy stretch for me. She’s going to be sore tomorrow, and I hope she feels the phantom sensation of me being deep inside of her. For the rest of her short life.

Ember peers up at me, biting down on her lip as I pound into her. “Harder.”

I raise my brows, even though she can’t see it. It’s a fucking challenge, and the monsters beat their chests in my head as I do exactly what she asks me to. I slam into her with all the fucking force I have, each thrust harder than the last. Her wetness spills between us as choked moans escape her, fueling my sex-driven rage and turning it into a sickening desire to fuck her into oblivion.

My body slaps against hers as my grip breaks her skin. Droplets of blood roll down her flawless, pretty skin, and I lose it at the sight. With a growl from hell itself, I explode inside of her, filling her to the brim with my cum.

She moans at the sensation, her own orgasm clenching down around my cock. I linger inside of her, shutting my eyes and taking in the foreign sensation. It feels so fucking good, I could reach down and strangle the life right out of Ember…

But that means that I wouldn’t get to have her like this again.

“Holy shit,” Ember breathes out as she tries to pull away from me. “That was intense.” A giggle slips from her lips, filling the silence.

Why the fuck is she laughing? Is it at me?

I grow rigid, my lip twitching with uncertainty. Maybe this is why I kill them. I guess in the end they all fucking laugh at me from wherever the hell I sent them to. I drop Ember’s legs and lean over her, sliding my hands up her body.

I’ll show her who gets the last laugh.

She tips her head back, moaning as I reach her breasts beneath the shirt. “This is the best sex I’ve ever had, and if people knew, they’d think I was crazy.”

I pause, realizing my mistake.

She’s laughing at herself.