Vicious Little Darling (Love So Cruel #3)

17. Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

JAXTON

M y hands sweat at my sides and my cock strains against my jeans. I want her so fucking bad, but Xander has the same cock as me—and she’d fucking know it the moment I shoved it in her tight little pussy. Her memories of me are too fresh in her mind. It wouldn’t end well. I’d have to kill her.

But I should do that anyway.

That’s why I started this.

I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror, already changed into a different pair of jeans and my black hoodie. It covers the ink on my arms that I know she’d recognize. I’m going back as Jaxton Marks, the shadow she lets between her legs so goddamn easily. I run my fingers over my facial hair, knowing that the mask will irritate it, but it is what it is…

I need to fuck her.

“And maybe finish this,” I say under my breath, my head spinning. I don’t like the way I’m feeling—the way I’m starting to think a lot harder about my uncle’s suggestion of dating someone for real. I don’t need that in my life. I know women are conniving little freaks that I don’t want any part of…

But damn, if Ember doesn’t have me going crazy.

I take a deep breath and throw my backpack over my shoulder before heading out of the twenty-four-seven convenience store and back into the night. It’s nearly four in the morning, and I know I’m risking blowing my cover, especially if I can just… do it.

I can find another Ember.

My stomach reacts strangely to the thought as I hang my backpack on the handles of my motorcycle, which is parked a few blocks away in a much better area. These days, CCTV footage can spot almost anything, and I’ll already be on some footage around the building for dropping her off on the night she was murdered. A shiver of excitement hits me at that, my mind conjuring how much fun it might be to play a role in a police investigation. I bet ole Uncle Marks would be so thrilled to be a part of that. I grin to myself as I pull on my skull-faced mask.

Here we go. I punch in the code to the apartment building as per usual, and make my way inside, keeping an eye on the nosy-ass neighbor’s door. She hasn’t caught me again, since I started this escapade, but I don’t want to take any chances—not tonight. I insert the master key I'd copied into the lock of her apartment, and push open the door, careful not to make too much noise.

I click the door back into place and lock both the knob and the deadbolt before slinking toward the open bedroom door. I don’t know why she always leaves the door open, her body stretched out in the open beneath the covers for my viewing pleasure. My black gloves feel as though they’re restricting the blood flow to my hands, but I know all the blood is in my fucking dick right now.

Ember’s sigh cuts the silence as I linger in the door.

“Why are you back?” Her brazen way of speaking to me is so different to anything I’ve experienced before.

“Why?” She repeats herself.

I sigh into my mask. “Because you thought you were going to move on with someone else.” I nearly laugh at the irony.

“I thought you quit watching me,” she says, her tone dry. “I figured you’d gotten what you wanted from me.”

“God, the mouth on you,” I growl, irritation stirring in my chest.

Her warm hazel eyes are tainted with desire, and maybe even… hurt? Why the fuck would she be hurt? I glare down at her as I make my way to the bed, and then rip the covers off, tossing them across the room.

“You don’t scare me.”

“I should,” I grab her chin, digging my gloves into the side of her face. If she notices the new addition to my wardrobe, she doesn’t mention it. “You should be pissing yourself with fear the moment I step in the room.”

“Why?” she manages to mutter through gritted teeth. “You leave as soon as you’ve fucked me.”

The fucking nerve of this woman…

Gripping her face, I go for my jeans, nearly tearing the zipper from its teeth as I jerk it down. I free my rigid cock and bring her face to it.

“Open up,” I command, smearing precum across her upper lip.

“I’ll bite it off,” she seethes.

I chuckle. “You know exactly how to turn me on then.”

Ember manages a sickened look, but I’m faster, pinching her bottom lip between my fingers. She immediately parts her perfect lips, and before she realizes what she’s done, I spit into her open mouth. I watch as her pupils dilate in shock, then almost immediately, defiance flickers in her gaze as she spits back at me. Slowly, I wipe it off my face, a smirk pulling at my lips as the heat and tension between us rise.

"Oh, Little Flame. You are playing my game now," I hiss, my voice low and threatening, daring her to defy me again. She doesn't. Good girl. I squeeze her jaw, forcing her to open up once more.

Her eyes lock onto mine as my cock fills her mouth, gagging her, and I begin to move rhythmically, the intensity building with every thrust.

“It’ll fit if you just fucking relax,” I groan, forcefully hitting the back of her throat. “You’re going to take this whole goddamn dick for being such a little whore.”

Her chest heaves at my words, and she braces against my legs, squeezing her eyes shut as she finally lets me slide down the back of her throat, the vibration of her moan sending a tingling sensation through me. I fist her hair, holding her there as I savor the pleasure. After a few beats, she begins to thrash against me, desperate for air. A dash of adrenaline and pleasure rushes through my body at the fight she puts up.

Maybe I am still a sadistic asshole.

I rip her head backward just as her face begins to turn a deep shade of purple, and she gasps for air, saliva dripping from around her mouth. I lean down, staring at the sight of color returning to her face, a mixture of shock and lust etched into her features. Did she just… enjoy suffocating on my cock?

I don’t give it another thought, as I ride the high of tormenting her. I rip her oversized T-shirt over her head, revealing her perky little breasts. For a moment, I have the strong urge to suck her nipples into my mouth, biting down until I draw blood. But that would require my mask to lift, and I haven’t shaved. She might notice who I am.

Ember takes a shaky breath, and then begins to slink backward on the bed. I don’t let her, reaching down and grabbing her waist. I flip her onto her stomach and find her thin thong. Wrapping it around two fingers, I pull the material taut against her pussy, soaking it before tearing it in two to bare her to me.

She whimpers in pain, but she doesn’t fight me.

Fuck, Ember. Fight me.

I need her to fucking fight me so I can do what I do best—so I have a reason to wipe the fucking life right out of her face. With a predatory grunt, I run my fingers between her slit, feeling the abundance of moisture between her legs.

Of course, she’s ready for me. I consider tasting her again, drinking in her arousal, but it’s too much to fuck up my head. So, instead, I shove the head of my unprotected cock right into her pussy, stretching her to take me.

“Oh God,” she pants, her legs trembling at my size.

“The only God you're going to call out to is me,” I groan, shoving myself without care into her pussy. I don’t care how fucking painful it is for her, and her squirming and whining against the force of my hips leaves me all the more turned on.

“Slow down,” she pleads, peering back over her shoulder at me. “It’s a lot.”

I pretend like I don’t hear her cries, forcing myself all the way in. I bury my cock deep inside of her, my gloved fingertips digging into her bare skin. She’ll never know what it’s like to feel my bare skin against hers. That’s a privilege for no one.

“Please,” Ember cries out as I back out and then slam into her again, my hips like a fucking sledgehammer.

“I thought you could take all of me,” I grunt with amusement, pausing to give her ass a hard, painful slap. “Isn’t this what you want, Little Flame? You want me to come in here and fuck you until you can’t take it anymore. If I’m not fucking you, you go searching for someone else.” With that, I slam into her so hard that she collapses forward, a sob rattling her chest. I feel a momentary pang of guilt, but she quickly gives me reason to continue.

“Fuck you,” she sneers, over her shoulder. “You’re the one who did a two hump and dump.”

Fury flares in my veins, my face suddenly hot and hands shaking. “You don’t know who you’re fucking with, Ember.”

“No, because you hide like a coward under a mask,” she spits back as I pause, my dick still deeply buried in her cunt.

I break into a vicious cackle, and then pull out of her. She visibly relaxes, but she’s only proven to me in this moment that she’s just as deserving as the rest of them. I twist her hips with a commanding grip, ignoring her kicking fit.

“You can’t fight me off, Little Flame,” I chuckle, climbing onto the bed and forcing her legs apart. I knee the inside of her upper thigh with force, knowing that I’ll leave a bruise. But it doesn’t matter. She’ll be dead.

I flatten my body against hers as she tries to wriggle out from underneath me, letting my cock brush against her entrance. She startles me with a moan, fresh moisture coating my shaft.

“You still want me,” I laugh, reaching between us and guiding the head into her cunt. “You’re such a little slut.”

“It turns me on when you call me that,” she snaps back at me, and I can’t tell if she’s being sarcastic or not. However, as I thrust into her again, pleasure passes over her face, contorting the anger she seems to feel toward me. This is a better angle for her to take me, and for some reason, I make a mental note of that—like it’s going to matter when her body is dead and cold.

“You’ve got the tightest fucking cunt I’ve ever felt,” I rumble as my forehead falls against hers, only the mask between us.

She whimpers, turning her head away from me—like she’s refusing to give me any amount of intimacy. It burns in my chest, and I chide myself for growing so damned attached to this woman.

I won’t let you win, Ember.