Page 73 of Little Devil

“Don’t you dare laugh at me.”

“I’m sorry,” I tell her, quickly pulling her back when she tries to pull away. “Where are you going?”

“Away from you.”

“The fuck you are.”

She walks away from me anyway and I follow, picking her up by her waist to carry her up the beach.

“What the hell are you doing?!” she growls, thrashing and twisting in my arms, but I don’t let her go.

Sugar We’re Goin’ Down by Fall Out Boy plays loudly from someone’s car and I use it to my advantage, pushing her back against the wall behind the coffee shop where no one’ll be able to hear her scream. She curses me to hell and back and I shut her up with my mouth, pinning her lower half with mine while I lift her thighs up around my waist. She smacks my chest and I let her do it, then she snatches my face and dips her head to bite my lips, hard and fucking painful.

My baby likes the fight.

She’s embarrassed and upset and mad at me because I’m an idiot who doesn’t know when to shut up, and if she wants to use me and my body to take her frustrations out, I’m not about to stop her.

It feels good when she scratches the sides of my neck, her teeth drawing the blood from my lips while she kisses me like she hates me. She rubs her pussy on my jeans and I squeeze her ass beneath my hoodie, reaching down between us with my free hand to feel how wet she is for me. She whimpers into my mouth and I pull her thong to the side, teasing her tongue with mine while I find her clit with my thumb.

“Oh my god, what is wrong with you?” she hisses, but she makes no move to stop me. “You’re insane.”

She’s not wrong at this particular moment in time, but I don’t tell her that. Instead I slide a finger inside her and fuck her with it, enjoying the way she moans and lifts her head to check no one’s watching. I’m fully aware someone could walk around that corner and catch us like this, but I don’t care. I need her now and she needs me just as much, even if she won’t admit it.

I pop the button on my jeans and she lets out a shaky breath, her pretty blue eyes flashing with something that looks an awful lot like heat. “Jesus, Xan, we can’t.”

“Baby, how many times do I have to tell you?” I tease, pulling my dick out to rub her pussy with the tip. “We can do whatever the fuck we want, and if you think I won’t fuck you right here against this wall in the middle of this stupid party to stake my claim, you’re dead fucking wrong.”

She drops her head back with a soft thud and I slip my way inside her, roughly digging my fingers into her ass while I fuck her hard and deep. I kiss her mouth and she yanks on my hair, suddenly back to mad, it seems.

“What is it, baby?” I ask, moving down to tease her neck with my teeth. “You hate me?”

She nods, the little liar.

“You’re leaving me?”

She nods again and I bite her, not as hard as she bit me but hard enough to leave a little sting. She cries out and I smirk against the pulsing vein beneath my lips, slowing my pace a little bit while I kiss it better for her.

“Not a fucking chance,” I whisper. “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.”

Her breath catches at my admission and I pull back an inch to look at her, raising a cocky ass brow when her pussy clenches around my dick.

“You like that?”

She nods and drops her forehead on mine, breathing heavily against my lips. “Say more stuff like that.”

I laugh lightly and do as I’m told, mostly because I’m not done talking yet but also because I’ll do any fucking thing she tells me to, no questions asked.

“I love you, Jordyn James,” I tell her again, slower this time. “Whether you like it or not, I love you and I’m not letting you go. Not today. Not ever.”

Her brows dip with worry and she opens her mouth to say something, but then she snaps it shut again and looks at something behind me. “What about–”

“Fuck them,” I cut in, angrily banging the wall next to her head, but I’m not mad at her. “You think it matters what those stupid assholes say behind your back? You think it matters whether they think we’re real or not?”

“I..” she trails off, blinking at me in surprise. “I don’t..”

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