Little Devil

by Bethany Winters

“You’re the guy who’ll fuck her once and ruin her life just to ignore her for the rest of yours.”

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

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

“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.”

“What?” he bites out. “What do you want from me?” “I..” I trail off, shaking my head at myself because it doesn’t matter what I want. It never matters what I want. “She wants you to fuck her like you hate her.”

“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.”

“What the hell are you doing to me, new boy?” “I don’t know but I like it.” I roll my eyes at that, dipping my head to hide my own grin because yeah, I think I like it, too.

She swallows but eventually does as she’s told, looking so unsure that my heart physically aches for her. 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.

“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.”

I’m pretty sure what I feel for her borders obsession, an unfamiliar need to be around her as much as I possibly can. I don’t know how she’s managed to rein me in like this when she doesn’t even like me half the time, but I don’t hate it, so I don’t fight it. I just hope she doesn’t rip my heart out and take it with her when she decides she’s done with me.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” “Because I’m obsessed with you,” I say simply,

“I’m not that guy anymore.” “Since when?” I shrug and blow my smoke out, grinning to myself while I give him the only answer there is. “Since her.”

“Do me a favor, okay?” “What favor?” I ask, trying and failing to hide the sob creeping up my throat. “Don’t let this change you into something you’re not,” he croaks out, sucking a shaky breath into his lungs before he continues. “I don’t want you becoming a moody little bitch with no friends and no life.” “What am I supposed to be?” “Just be you,” he says simply. “Irresponsible and reckless and fuckin’ stupid, like always.”

Fuuuuuck… 😭

I like having his mark on me and he knows it. My very own dirty little secret.

“You can’t just break up with me whenever you feel like it.” “Why the hell not?” “Because you’re mine and I’m yours. Because I love you and you love me. It’s that fucking simple.”