Page 111 of Barbi and the Villain

“When did you talk to Jeya?” he suddenly rasps, his hold tightening against my neck.

“Wouldn’t you want to know?” I smirk. “I was curious to see if his kisses are as sloppy as yours. Just for comparison’s sake, you know. And I am happy to inform you that?—”

He snarls. A loud, grating noise that makes me squeeze my eyes shut in alarm.

“Did he touch you?” He growls in my ear—an animalistic sound that makes me shake with alarm. “Did he fucking touch you?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.” I give a careless shrug as I stare at him right in the eyes. “Tell me something, Nykander. If another man fucks me, will you feel that too? Will you feel him deep inside of me, stroking me and filling me with his cock? Will you feel every time he gives me an earth-shattering orgasm?”

I’ve always known I was petty, but not to this degree. And damn if it doesn’t feel good.

“Barbi…” he grits out, his voice barely controlled.

“What? I am a greedy bitch begging for cock. You said it yourself.”

“If any male lays a finger on you, I will raze this entire village to the fucking ground. Do not test me, Barbi,” he rasps, his voice a dangerous warning.

I frown.

“You called me a villain. Then for you, a villain I will become. One finger, Barbi. One finger, and all those lives will be forfeited.”

“Even the children?”

His smile widens.

“One finger, Barbi. That is all. You so much as smile at another male, and he will be dead. You have my word on that.”

“You are awful,” I mutter in shock. “How… How could I have believed there was anything nice about you when?—”

“Because you are a silly little girl with stupid romantic dreams who thinks she is living some type of epic romance. I am sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but?—”

I don’t let him finish as I bring my knee up and hit him right between his legs with as much force as I can muster.

“Take that from a silly little girl, you nasty old man,” I tell him.

His hand falls from my neck, and a look of pure shock descends on his features. He takes a step back, reeling from the pain.

I stand my ground as I stare him in the eye.

This is all my fault. Once more, I fell for his little tricks, which I now see were only meant to keep me pliable and by his side.

Squeezing my right hand into a fist, I rotate my shoulder and make contact with his nose, gleefully watching the blood pour out of his nostrils.

“Good luck winning that competition by yourself,” I tell him before I stomp away.

As I walk, I straighten my back. For the first time since…forever, I am proud of myself.

Even though my heart is in pieces at my feet, I am damn proud of myself.

18

“He is the most attractive male I have ever seen!”

“I cannot believe he is staying in our village. Do you think he will be at the moon festival tonight?” A girl around my age gushes about Nykander.

“He will! And he might even enter the competition,” her friend says with a conspiratorial grin.

“He is? But what about that female he is with? Won’t she be with him?”

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