Page 7 of Little Devil

“I’ll bet,” he muses, still checking me out despite the solid glare on the side of his face.

I hide a grin and run a hand over the back of my neck, looking up at the curved staircase when a flash of wavy blonde hair steals my attention.

“That’s JJ,” Travis informs me, laughing lightly when he catches the look on my face.

He carries on talking but I don’t hear him because fuck me, Jordyn James is fine. She’s got long hair cut down to the curve of her back and a body built for sin, her tiny waist and round ass wrapped up in a black strapless dress I wouldn’t mind peeling off with my teeth. Her hips sway with every step she takes and she smiles politely at the group of girls at the bottom, but I don’t miss the way it looks a little.. forced.

She belongs in a place like this the same way sharks belong in the ocean – that much is clear – but she also looks like she’d rather be a million miles away.

Bored.

Happy but not happy.

Here but not here.

“Don’t even think about it, Xan,” Travis warns, but it’s a little too late for that.

I’m already thinking about it, picturing myself shoving her down on her back, having her look up at me from beneath those thick lashes of hers while I push her dress up over her ass and sink my cock into her pussy.

“Dude, she’s got a boyfriend,” Travis says, tipping his chin at yet another blond guy who looks like a pretty boy douchebag. “That’s Noah Campbell, the mayor’s son. They’ve been together since they were kids.”

“Is that right?” I mutter, unable to take my eyes off her while Noah steps up to block her path at the bottom of the stairs.

He glares at her and I glare at him, watching him while he hisses words out through his teeth and waves a hand over her form like there’s something wrong with her.

There’s nothing wrong with her, the stupid fucker.

She’s fucking flawless.

“Xan, she’s taken,” my cousin stresses. “And even if she wasn’t, she’s not that type of girl. She’d never go for someone like you.”

“The fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know exactly what it means,” he laughs, clapping a hand down on my shoulder to guide me away from her. “You’re the guy who’ll fuck her once and ruin her life just to ignore her for the rest of yours.”

I smirk and slide my eyes back to the princess, still picturing the way those sexy black heels are gonna look wrapped around my waist. “Hey, Trav?”

“What?”

“Do you dare me?”

He shakes his head at that, knowing I’ll do pretty much anything I’m told when it comes to the game. It’s the reason for all this purple shit in my hair and the ink covering my skin and the piercings on my body.

It’s the reason my brother is dead.

“You’re a real piece of shit sometimes, you know that?”

I nod and pour myself another drink at the kitchen island, looking over again to find Jordyn turning away from Noah to walk back upstairs. Some dark haired girl appears at his side a few seconds later and I knock Travis’ arm with my elbow, tipping my chin at them.

“Who’s the girl?”

“Penelope Sanchez,” he answers. “JJ’s best friend.”

I raise a brow at that, not missing the way the so called best friend moves in further to rest a hand on Noah’s chest. He leans over to say something in her ear and I click my tongue at him, shamelessly grinning to myself while I lean back against the counter to neck my shot.

This’ll be easier than I thought.

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