The Dark One (Vicious Lost Boys Book 2)

“You smell so good, Darling,” he says. “Mind if I have a taste?”

“I’m full of Vane’s cum,” I tell him. “But go ahead.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Vane says on a grumble.

“I don’t need you to protect me,” I say, thinking I’m hitting on the past wound of losing his sister.

“I don’t want to protect you,” he says, his voice rumbling, “I want to fuck you until you tremble beneath me.” He guides my legs around his waist, and my opening is lined up with his now hard cock.

He grabs my ass, forcing my pussy up to meet his cock and he sinks in an inch.

“Where I come from, little girls like you are broken every day for no other reason than to watch them crack. And I’m fucking sick of it.”

“My home island is called Darkland and it is exactly what it sounds like.”

It must have reminded her of the soothing waters of this magical place. Just wading in here in the bright turquoise makes me feel wholly better. In fact, the cut on my foot is no longer throbbing.

“We would.”

“Suppose we would.” He starts forward. “Then when we walk in there, let us walk with our heads held high. We are the fae princes, after all. Banished or not.”

He reminds me of being on the beach on a cool, rainy summer night. The smell of the sand, the salty air, the headiness of the darkness and the crashing of waves. The salty spray hitting your skin.

The water is warm and smells like Pan, like summer nights and dark secrets.

If we leave Peter Pan and the Treehouse, we leave Darling. Pan would never let us take her with us. The thought of that makes my shoulders knot up and my stomach twist.