Little Devil

by Bethany Winters

“Some guard dog you are,” I mutter, tilting my head at the front door. “They coulda killed me out there, man.”

refusing to remember him. I remember him. I remember him for all of us, just like he’d want me to. I kept my fucking promise to him, and if she’d just take the time to listen to me, she’d know that.

but the worst part of it all is that every time she looks at me, I see the hate in her eyes she barely manages to hide. Because I’m the reason my big brother is dead, and I don’t think she’ll ever forgive me for that.

She’s driven by money and status, constantly grappling for more of each, and I’m just Elizabeth James’ obedient daughter, sole heiress to the Elizabeth James estate and everything that comes with it.

He carries on talking but I don’t hear him because fuck me, Jordyn James is fine.

The way he looks screams troubled loner boy, but the way he moves and handles himself screams fuck me sideways.

“You think a lot of words for such a quiet little thing,” he says,

She’s fucking amazing. A pretty little princess who drives a pristine white Tesla to match her disgustingly pristine life, but still amazing all the same.

“My girl is gone, you idiot. What the fuck am I supposed to do?” “Maybe try keeping your dick out of her best friend,” I offer, shrugging while I finish the last of my drink. “See if that makes a difference.”

“I’m the freak who’s gonna steal your girl.”

“My eyes are up here,” I point out, crossing my arms over my chest to hide my body from him. “Yeah, but your ass is down there.”

I drop my jaw at that, honest to god wondering if he was dropped a lot as a kid.

“You sure you’re not gay, Xander Reid?” “Positive.” “Shame,” he teases, reaching up to run a hand through my hair. “I’d look hot as fuck with your dick in my ass.”

“Shame,” he teases, reaching up to run a hand through my hair. “I’d look hot as fuck with your dick in my ass.”

“Dude, will you quit staring at her?” Travis whispers, knocking my elbow with his when I refuse to take my eyes off her. “It’s creepy.”

Something about her just calls to me in a way I’ve never experienced before.

She looks so put together and fake and trapped and so fucking hot I can’t stand it. She looks like mine.

“Why?” I echo, laughing lightly when I realize she’s actually expecting an answer to that. “Maybe I like you.” “Or maybe you just wanna fuck a princess,”

“And to answer your question.. yeah, it’s gonna feel fucking amazing when it touches your clit.”

her cheeks glowing the cutest fucking shade of pink I’ve ever seen. “I.. I wasn’t thinking that.” “But you are now.”

“I don’t want a princess,” I tell her, shamelessly moving my eyes over her sexy little outfit. “That little devil inside you? I wanna play with her.”

Jordyn’s good. Way too good for me, but I don’t give a shit. I want her so fucking bad.

The weak, broken hearted little girl inside me begs me to cling to the only boy I’ve ever known, but instead of ignoring her like I should, I wrap my hands around his neck and smash my mouth on his.

“She wants you to fuck her like you hate her.”

Without thinking too much into it, I scrape my manicured nails over the sides of his neck and he groans out a curse, but he doesn’t stop me the way Noah did just now. I think he likes it, and that pleases me more than it should.

“When you become mine,” he says, dipping his head to run his tongue bar over my bottom lip. “I’m gonna make you moan with this, then I’m gonna pin you down on your back and fuck this needy little pussy until you come all over my dick. Twice.”

“Hear that, pretty boy?” he asks, speaking to Noah but looking directly at me. “That’s what she wants.”

“In your dreams, new boy.” “Damn straight.” He winks, and then he’s gone.

“What the hell are we gonna do for six hours?” A slow, dirty little smirk spreads across his face and I drop my jaw, struggling to hide the heat creeping up my neck and over my cheeks.

“Wh– tonight?” I stammer, spinning to face him fully. “Why can’t we do it next weekend?” “Because I want you now.”

and I check my hair in the mirror, secretly excited for the night I have planned for her. I’ve never been on a date before.

shamelessly moving my eyes over her body while she passes me. “Fuck me, you’re hot.”

I’d kill for her to let me put a bar through that hot little tongue of hers, to have her look up at me from her knees while she licks the length of my cock with it. Goddamn.

I remove the glare from my face and take a breath, secretly liking the way he calls me baby.

“Are you good?” he asks, speaking over my lips. “Or do you need to stay out here and listen to me tell you how bad I wanna fuck you up against this wall right now?”

“Fuck, baby,” he rasps, sounding just as worked up as I am. “You want me to kiss you, don’t you?”

“Xan.” “What, baby?” “Take me home.”

“Ignore him, baby. He’s just jealous.” “Jealous of what?” “The fact that you’re mine and not his,”

“Jordyn,” he warns, tangling his fingers in my hair to pull my mouth back to his. “If you keep playing with my dick like that, I’m gonna pull this dress up over your ass and fuck you right here in front of him.”

“Rub your pussy on my dick and make yourself come. I wanna watch you.”

I’d eat her out all night long if she’d let me.

“Fuck, baby, don’t you know how perfect your body is?”

Right then, I decide I’m keeping her for myself, mostly because I want to but also because fuck this. She doesn’t need those nasty motherfuckers filling her head with this bullshit. Not now she has me.

“The game, princess,” I remind her, lifting my hand to run my thumb over the vein in her neck. “Tell me you wanted this. Tell me you wanted me.”

with his head propped up on my nightstand and his hand on his dick. “Come sit on my lap, princess.”

I feel like everyone’s staring at me. Like I’m walking around with a big ass sign on my back that reads I fucked Xander Reid and I liked it.

He makes me feel alive and I crave it like a drug.

“I don’t want her, baby. She’s got nothing on the way I feel about you.” “How do you feel about me?” “Like I wanna kiss you until you can’t breathe.”

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about fucking you in this uniform?” he asks, hooking his finger beneath my thong to pull it to the side.

“You love this, don’t you?” he whispers, so quiet I can barely hear him. “Me getting you off when you know we could get caught any second now. It makes you wild.”