The Dark One (Vicious Lost Boys, #2)

by Nikki St. Crowe

“Come to bed with me,” I tell her. She wiggles on my lap and my cock takes notice. “Ask me nicely.” A rumble starts in my chest. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and drag her ear to my mouth. “Come to bed with me, my little Darling whore, so I can shove my cock in your wet cunt and make you beg for mercy.”

Pan said he’s unsure of where he came from, but sometimes I wonder if he’s an ancient god because I want to worship him.

Every second I’m with him feels like a goddamn miracle.

I am a flower trapped in a slant of shade, desperate for his light.

There she is giving me orders again. And I’m the asshole that’s beginning to follow them.

I was wrong about him, but so was Peter Pan. It’s not that I have to try harder or try less. It’s that I have to be exactly who I am. Every ugly, broken part. I have to be vulnerable and maybe that terrifies me most of all.

Vane and I understand each other because we are both broken. And both of us hate to admit it. So we won’t. We will tell those truths in sex and pain and blood until we’re both satiated.

He scoffs and looks away but doesn’t deny it. Darling has us all worshipping her. I still don’t know how she managed it. She is a magician pulling tricks and yet I’ve yet to see the reveal.

God, I must be corrupt because hearing his praise after a murder makes me glow.