Little Fox

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and not intended by the author. LITTLE FOX M VIOLET All Rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without prior consent and permission of the publisher. Copyright 2023 by M Violet Cover Design by Sarah Paige. All stock photos licensed appropriately. Edited by Kat Wyeth (Kat’s Literary Services) Formatted by Champagne Book Design For information on subsidiary rights, please contact the publisher at [email protected] TABLE OF CONTENTS Title Page A Note From The Author Playlist Dedication Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty-One Note Acknowledgements About the Author Little Fox is a why choose, dark romance meant for 18+ readers only. It is the sequel to Good Girl so I highly recommend you read that one first. Extreme caution is advised before reading Little Fox. There are many scenes that some may find triggering. Please see the full list of TWs below. Trigger Warnings Graphic sex Graphic language Graphic violence Drugs Physical assault Sexual assault Bullying Kidnapping Murder Dubious consent Non consent Group sex Sword crossing Coercion Manipulation BDSM Death of a parent (off page) Stalking Torture Extreme degradation Objects used as sex toys MFMM MM MFMMM Kinks: Choking Spanking Restraints Collar/leash, Knife-play Praise Degradation Breath play Sex toys Gagging Spitting Anal sex Double penetration Prologue: Beware—Victoria Carbol Small Town Witch—Merci Raines The High—Bryce Savage F****d My Way Up To the Top—Lana Del Rey Money Diamonds Roses—Lolo Zouai HOME IS WHERE THE HELL IS—Sarah Saint James Blackout—AViVA Underneath the Mask—Royal & the Serpent BLOSSOM IN THE DARK—Diana Goldberg E-Girls Are Ruining My Life!—CORPSE & Savage Ga$p Ghost—Ava Max Dangerous—Rivals Monster—Victoria Carbol You Put a Spell On Me—Austin Giorgio Queen of the Freaks—AViVA Risky—Boon Run for Your Life—Atalia If I Be Wrong—Wolf Larsen Ghost Town—Layto & Neoni Psycho—AviVA Look What You Made Me Do—Taylor Swift Break Me Down—Mandi Crimmins Bad Decision—Jules Walcott Gibson Girl—Ethel Cain Into the Fire—Erin McCarley What Do I Believe In (feat. ASHBY)—Steelfeather Bad Side—Jake Daniels Bells in Santa Fe—Halsey Unholy—Sam Smith and Kim Petras Hot Killer—Julia Wolf Cruel—Jennalyn Out of the Shadows—Ely Eira For all the good girls who want to be bad every now and then… Bailey I’d never heard of houses having graveyards. Except in books. Dark, haunting books where the girl living in the house was driven mad by some unseen force. This was where I found myself now. In an old, haunted house with a graveyard out back. I didn’t know why I was drawn to these things. Ever since I was a child, I was fascinated by the dark. Curious about the monsters under the bed that were never there. My mother would tell me that the monsters were afraid. Afraid of me. But she was wrong. The monsters were just waiting in the shadows. Waiting to consume me like the fire that took her and my father away from me. The fire that I survived. Some said it was luck. Others claimed I was evil. That my family was cursed. I tended to believe the latter. I read the reports years later. The fire department said it was a mystery. The town priest said it was a miracle. And my neighbors… well, they said it was an act of the devil. And once something was set in stone, it couldn’t be etched out. With each day, I grew wearier, more fearful, retreating farther within myself. And my carnal cravings were becoming more intense inside this house. More twisted and depraved. My guys would give me whatever I wished for. Their cravings knew no bounds. But would I lose myself inside this dream? All I wanted was them. Their pain, their lust, and their desire. I wanted it to fill me and consume me. But there was something even darker than us lurking around Wickford Mansion. I could feel it in my bones. Something sinister and wicked. So, here I was in the middle of the night, kneeling in front of Mr. Wickford’s grave, searching for answers. I wiped the dirt off the cold headstone and traced my fingers over his epitaph. And all I loved, I loved alone. Edgar Allan Poe. A cold chill snaked up my spine. Such an odd quote to put on your dead husband’s grave. I zipped my leather jacket all the way up to my neck as a burst of cold wind blew against me. I jerked my head toward the tree line as a branch snapped. “Fuck,” I whispered. My heart raced as I cycled through all the possible things that could be lurking in the dark—wolves, vagrants, Mrs. Wickford’s angry ghost, local heathens waiting to pounce on me. Fuck, I hoped it was wolves. I stood up slowly and backed away from the grave, mentally patting myself on the back for wearing sneakers instead of the fuzzy slippers I almost threw on. Another gust of wind embraced me, sending my blonde strands flying in every direction. The leaves rustled around my feet, circling me as if they were about to attack. And still I waited, listening. Why was I like this? If I were normal, I would’ve headed back inside already. A normal woman wouldn’t have come out here to begin with. A flash of lightning gripped the sky, followed by a deep rumbling of thunder. I whipped around and