Page 52 of Little Devil

“He can sense your fear and he doesn’t like it,” he explains, taking my hand to guide me off the coffee table. “Sit your ass down and relax. He’s the laziest dog on the planet. He won’t hurt you, I promise.”

I huff out a breath and force myself to do as I’m told, narrowing my eyes at Bear when he sits down in front of the couch and cocks his head at me.

“Boy could swallow me whole and he knows it,” I mutter.

Xan snorts and passes me the remote for the TV, going back to the kitchen to grab the popcorn while I lean back to choose something to watch.

“Are we really gonna sit here and watch a movie together?” I ask, crossing my legs to rest my forearms on my thighs. “With your dog?”

“You got something better in mind?”

“Well, no, but.. don’t you want me to leav–”

He appears on my left and I look up at him, shutting my mouth when he holds out what looks like a mug of hot chocolate with a shit load of whipped cream and mini marshmallows on top. Suspicion makes me pause and I pull my brows in, looking from him to the pile of snacks on the coffee table and then back to him again.

“Are you trying to make me fat?”

He stares at me for a solid five seconds, and then the asshole bursts out laughing. “Baby, no,” he stresses, setting the drinks down on the coffee table to level with me. “Why would you ask me that?”

“I..” I shrug halfheartedly, lowering my voice with a mixture of shame and embarrassment. “I can’t eat that stuff, Xan.”

“Cant or you’re not allowed?”

“Does it matter?”

“It matters to me.”

“Why?”

He sighs and sits down in the corner beside me, gently pulling my legs over his lap while he wraps his arm around my waist. “I won’t force you to eat anything you don’t want,” he says quietly, dipping his head to speak in my ear. “And no, I don’t want you to leave. I’d keep you here every night if you’d let me.”

I pinch my lips together and take the remote from the couch beside me, busying myself searching Netflix to hide the stupid emotion creeping up to the surface. I choose The Conjuring and he raises a brow at me, tilting his head at Bear to motion for him to hop up onto the couch beside us. He rests his chin on Xan’s thigh and I hold my breath, silently waiting for him to rip my leg off with his teeth, but he doesn’t do that. Instead he yawns and falls asleep almost immediately, seemingly enjoying the way Xan thumbs the spot between his eyes.

“You like horror movies?” he asks, leaning over me to grab the bowl of popcorn from the table.

I nod, hesitating a second before I decide to tell him something I’ve never told anyone. “I like anything with blood or sex. Or both. Same goes for books.”

“Books.”

“Books,” I repeat. “They’re those chunky things you can get at libraries. Kinda like movies but on paper.”

“Fuckin’ smartass,” he chuckles, lightly jabbing his finger into my ribs.

I snort and sip my hot chocolate, resisting the urge to moan because damn, this tastes good. The movie starts to play and I rest my head on his shoulder, making sure to keep my hands away from Bear just in case he changes his mind and decides to eat me. Xander tightens his arm around my waist and I tease his abs with my fingertips, enjoying the shudder running through his body. At first I think it’s because of me, but then he mutters a curse and I look up at him, rolling my lips when I catch him hiding his eyes behind my head.

“Are you scared?”

“Nope.”

I laugh at him and finish my drink, reaching up to run my nails through the hair at the back of his neck.

He’s totally scared.

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He slides his hand over my ribs and I shift on his bed, pushing my ass back into his lap to make myself comfortable. I’m still wearing his t–shirt and he’s wearing nothing but his boxers, his hard cock pressed up against my pussy through the fabric of my thong.

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