Page 49 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

“Time to get back to the real world and my very boring, vanilla life.” I huff.

“Did you say something, Brat?” He chuckles… As if.

“Brat? I am not a brat!” I fold my arms, pouting while turning my head to look at him which was a huge mistake. He’s fucking gorgeous. I love a tattooed man and from what I see, he’s swimming in them.

Nice, strong jawline, kissable lips, short, cropped hair with a part on the side, baby blue eyes and my personal favorite… White skin filled with some beautiful ink. If I wasn’t so torn between what I just had to do, I’d beg him to take me somewhere and fuck me in the backseat of this car.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, where the hell did that thought come from. I mean, sure he’s fine, but I don’t just have thoughts of screwing random men that I just met.

“Oh yeah, you are, you just don’t know it yet.” He chuckles, and it’s music to my ears. Maybe this is what I need, a little air before I get back to it all. I have to look on the bright side, I start teaching at the university in two weeks. I better make the best of the end of my break.

“If you say so.”

“Where are you headed?”

“Can you take me to my place?” I ask, facing forward, deep in thought.

“And where is that exactly?”

“Oh, sorry, it’s- where is your phone? It’s easier if I just put it into your GPS.” Hopefully, he has a smartphone, and I can just pop it in there real quick.

“Sure, here you go.” He says, digging it out of the cup holder and handing it to me. “Password is seven-one-seven-two.”

“Wow, did you just give me your password?” I gasp in total disbelief.

“Yeah, so?”

“Shit, you really are gonna kill me.” I say, hunching down lower, cowering in my seat.

“You’re funny, you little Brat.” He laughs. “I already told you, the only thing I would murder is your pussy.” He smiles, showing off his pearly whites against his beautiful, tatted face. I’ve always thought face tats were the worst, but on him… It definitely works. Dammit, I could just look in his eyes and lose myself by giving him whatever he wanted. “You’re staring.”

“So?”

“It’s rude.”

“It might be to someone who isn’t you.” I huff.

“Fucking Brat.” He laughs, focusing his attention back on the road.

“Yeah, I’m starting to see it.” I giggle. “So, who are you, and do I need to keep this mask on still?”

“Mask is up to you unless you have some dirty secrets to hide, leave it on. If not, take it off. The name’s Karter.” He looks at me wagging his eyebrows, smiling a smile that’s making my friggin’ ovaries hurt.

“Nice to meet you, Karter.” I say, sticking my hand out for him to take while pulling off the mask. He eyes my hand for a moment, but instead of shaking it, he takes it and places it on his lap… close to his dick then, his eyes landed on my face.

He sighs, “You are so fucking beautiful. Don’t move that hand, and it’s nice to meet you, too, even though you didn’t tell me your name.” He smirks at me.

“Um…Okay. So, were you, uh, at the party?” I’m rambling and totally ignoring that statement, but what else am I supposed to do with this hot-as-sin man, burning up the seat next to me? Screw him once we stop at the next red light?

That doesn’t sound half bad, but I wouldn’t nor could I do that. It’s not who I am, but someone I want to be.

“I really am a dirty, little girl.” I whisper.

“Did you say something?” He asks as the smirk appears back on his face.

“Oh no, I didn’t.” I let a nervous chuckle bubble up my throat, but hoped he didn’t catch it.

“Oh, you didn’t, huh? Well tell me, Brat, who’s a dirty, little girl?” He asks, coming to a stop in front of my house. He turns his head towards me, grabs my hand, inching it higher towards his dick.

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