Page 110 of Barbi and the Villain

“You really do not know when to shut up, do you, Barbi?”

“Uhm…” I bite my lip. “I prefer to be straightforward. If something bothers me, then I will talk about it. If we don’t talk about it, then how are we going to resolve the issue?”

“I was not aware there was any issue to be resolved.”

“There clearly is one since?—”

“Since I will not call you a good girl, and I will not kiss you or do more. Is that it?”

My lashes flutter as my chin tips in a small, barely perceptible nod.

“Should I do it then? Kiss you now? Will that satisfy you?” he asks, a mocking smile pulling at his lips.

My lips part as I stare at him.

He is absolutely breathtaking up close. But all that beauty is marred by the way he looks at me—the way he seemingly has no consideration for me or my feelings.

He comes closer, and I feel his erection against my belly. Bringing his hand to my throat, he tips my chin up with his thumb until our lips are a mere breath apart.

“But no. You will not be satisfied with one kiss. You will want more, won’t you? Because you are a greedy bitch begging for cock every time you look at me with those fucking doe eyes of yours. So what is next? Will a fuck do? Will that satisfy you so that you will leave me the fuck alone and stop with your goddamn incessant yapping?”

A pang of hurt goes through me at his words.

“W-what…”

“I can’t fuck your cunt—that would fulfill our bond. But I will fuck your ass. What do you say?”

I gulp down, but it feels as if I’m swallowing glass.

“One kiss. One fuck. Will that suffice?”

“You’re being mean,” I whisper.

“I am not being mean, Barbi. I am being real. I do not want you. I may desire you, but I suppose it is to be expected since we are blood bonded. But I will not do anything that may risk us becoming permanently attached.”

“Yes, you are.” My voice trembles. “You are being crude and vulgar and?—”

“One kiss. One fuck. Take it or leave it,” he grits out.

His hand caresses my neck, circling it like a necklace. His mouth hovers over mine, his breath hot against my cold skin and even colder heart.

I have never had anyone speak to me like this. What’s worse is that it’s not only his words that are like an arrow to my heart, but also his gaze. He looks at me as if he’s disgusted by me. Perhaps I have misjudged the situation once more because of my silly dreams and ideas. Perhaps his attraction to me is just a byproduct of our bond and nothing else.

But why does this hurt so much?

Why am I so caught up in this maddening crush that I would allow myself to be humiliated in such a way? Because this is humiliation. I wanted praise. He gave me degradation—and it’s not even the sexy kind.

“One kiss. One fuck,” I repeat. His brows shoot up, surprised I would actually consider this. “You will give that to me. Now?”

“Say the word, and I will.”

A dry smile pulls at my lips.

“But I am a greedy bitch begging for cock. How can you be sure I will be satisfied with that?” I raise a brow at him.

My heart hardens in my chest. All the hopes from before are dashed again, and I can’t help but wonder. Just how long will I continue like this? How long will I hope for a modicum of attention from a man who, at best, tolerates me?

“I reckon it will only whet my appetite for more,” I add with a shrug. “But I suppose it is all right. There are plenty of available men in this village. I was talking to Jeya just yesterday and he seemed interested. I guess I will have to fill the void somehow, no?”

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