Page 82 of Little Devil

“You wanna take it all?”

I nod again and he gives it to me, rocking his hips out a little more until he’s buried all the way inside me. I cry out and he nips my bottom lip, his eyes darkening with heat when he catches the look in mine.

“Xan,” I plead, unsure what I’m even begging for, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”

I do as I’m told and he sucks on it, groaning against me while he rubs my clit with his thumb.

Oh, shit, that feels good.

My legs start to shake and I rake my fingers through his hair, desperately clinging to him while he fucks me hard and deep. The stretch still hurts a little bit, but the way he’s working my clit like that makes up for it and then some. He does something with his fingers and I come loudly – too loudly – quickly slapping a hand over my mouth to cover the sound. He smirks and shakes his head at me, snatching my wrists to pin them down to the pillows above me. He grinds on me and I squeeze his hips with my thighs, throwing my head back while he sets me off beyond control.

“Fuck, baby,” he chokes out, his hard body locked up against mine while he fills my ass with his cum. “Fuck.”

I shiver and he links our fingers together, kissing his way from my throat to my collarbone. A few minutes go by and he pulls out slowly, careful not to rip me apart with the piercing on the tip of his cock. He cleans us both up with a towel and I sit up to throw one of his shirts over my head, nervously chewing my lip while my worries come rushing back to me.

“Xan–”

“Sweetie, your mom’s coming,” Kian says from the pool house door, stopping to smirk at me when he spots the bottle of lube on the bed. “Oh, you naughty girl.”

“I.. wait, what?”

Her distant voice fills my ears and I curse, quickly grabbing some leggings to pull them up over my hips. Xan finds a pair of sweats to wear but leaves his shirt off, following closely behind me while we head outside with Travis and Kian. Bear walks over to stand in front of me and I scratch his head, looking up to find my mother talking quietly with Xan’s parents and the principal by the pool.

“Mom,” I call, effectively stealing her attention away from them. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“College,” she answers, curling her lip while she bounces her eyes between me and Xan. “I don’t agree with your choice and I never will, but I’m willing to pay for you to go to school in Seattle next fall.”

My heart skips a beat and I pull my brows in, confused considering she was dead set on disowning me a couple of hours ago. “Why?”

“Why do you think?” she asks, gritting her teeth like it’s physically painful for her to get the words out. “If I let you run off with no money and no purpose in life, people will talk and spread rumors about me. I won’t let you ruin my reputation more than you already have, and having a daughter who has to work for a living is even more embarrassing than one who abandons her responsibilities to become an artist.”

“Photographer.”

“Yes, that,” she says distractedly, waving a hand while she pulls her phone out from her purse. “I’ll have the girls set up an interview once you receive your acceptance letter and we’ll make it look like a positive thing, tell them you’re down to earth or something along those lines. I’m sure we can find a way to twist it to make me look like a caring, supportive mother.”

“I’m sure,” I mutter, refraining from calling her out on her selfishness because it’s pointless.

She’s not about to change who she is or what she believes in – not today, at least – and I honestly have no desire to force her to do so. I can’t make her love me just because, and even though it still hurts a little bit, I’m not about to try and force that, either.

“You can keep your trust fund and your car, but I still expect you to do exceedingly well at school and keep and eye on your.. image,” she stresses, thankfully not stupid enough to say weight in front of all these people. “No more skipping classes, no more suspensions, and no more ridiculous tattoos. Do I make myself clear?”

I raise a brow at that, crossing my arms over my chest with my head cocked to the side. “Yes, Mother.”

“Good,” she says, putting her phone away before smoothing her hands over the front of her dress. “I assume you’re not coming home with me?”

I shake my head and she sighs out an angry breath, but she doesn’t own me anymore and it seems she knows it.

Xan wraps his arms around me from behind and she hits him with a look of disgust, not even bothering to acknowledge anyone else before she turns around and walks back to the car waiting on the driveway. Silence follows and Xan’s mother frowns, looking from her to us and then back to her again.

“What a bitch.”

“Isla,” her sister scolds, but the rest of us are all laughing, Xan’s dad included.

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