The Dark One (Vicious Lost Boys, #2)

by Nikki St. Crowe

“If I stay in here much longer, Darling, I’ll be bending you over the edge of the tub and fucking you until your ribs are bruised.” I straighten my shoulders. “Maybe I want that.” “I don’t,” he says. “When I finally get my cock in that tight pussy, it will not be out of desperation. Clean up and get some rest.” He stops outside of the bathroom and looks at me over his shoulder. His dark hair is still wound up in a bun, but several strands have fallen out and hang stringy and bloody along his face. He is a sight. A bold, bloody, gorgeous sight. “Be a good girl,” he tells me, “and do as I say.”

“They’re not allowed to touch me,” I say, “but you never mentioned me touching them. Based on that rule, I can touch all I want and I plan to. If you get to touch, I get to touch.”

“We are four very hungry men. Do you really think you’re capable of keeping up with our appetites?” I don’t even have to think about it. “Yes.” His gaze turns dark and dangerous and I think maybe he knew where this was leading all along. He drew the map and I followed the X right into his trap. “Then show me,” he says. “How?” “You want all four of us, then get on your knees and put that mouth to work. Show me you can be our little Darling whore.”

He is an unholy sight. And I will never stop sinning for him.

I think he and I both know he could drive into me at any point, but the game is the game. And I intend to win. The Never King is mine. And I’m going to make him admit it.

“The only pussy I will have is your pussy.” His eyes pop open again and he sits forward, grabbing me beneath the arms and whirling me around so that I’m the one in the chair and he’s the one on his knees. “The only mouth that will come near my cock is your mouth.” He bunches my dress up around my waist. “The only girl who will sit on my lap like a pretty little trophy is you.” He hooks a finger in my panties and yanks them aside, baring me. “The only girl I will treat like my personal whore is you.”

I will take and take because there will always be power in it. And I want to be powerful among these powerful men.

I can be brutal and fuck her and treat her like my whore, but I will care for her when she’s wounded and she will submit to it, and I will prove to her that she can have both from me. I will not betray her when she needs me the most.

She is a quicksand I will welcome. We will never get out and I don’t want to.

“Put on more clothes, Darling,” he adds. “Only we get to appreciate you.” “You mean we’re not going to add Captain Hook to our harem?” I tease.