Page 225 of Barbi and the Villain

He lays a kiss to the center of my palm.

“Not as beautiful as you,” he murmurs. “You are perfect. Perfect for me,” he continues, nibbling on my fingers. “Sweet. Innocent. Untouched. You are mine. Just mine. As it was meant to be.”

I blink at his odd words, but I don’t dwell on them.

Smiling, I push him off me, reversing our positions so that he’s now on his back and I’m on top of him.

He raises a lazy brow, watching me with interest.

“My turn,” I add shyly.

“Hmm, is that so?” He asks. “And what did you have in mind?” He places his arms under his head, gazing at me with droopy eyes.

“Well…” I bite my lip as I scan his strong chest. My gaze drops to his half undone belt and the hardness straining against the material of his pants. “First, you are wearing far too many clothes,” I say as a shiver of anticipation goes down my back.

“Then you should do something about it,” he challenges.

I swallow.

Letting him take the lead was much easier since he didn’t give me the time to get lost in my head. But this… Do I dare?

One glance at him strengthens my resolve.

With careful fingers, I grab onto his belt and undo it before moving to the buttons of his pants.

Butterflies dance in my stomach, anxious ones, but also excited ones.

I might not know what I’m doing, but I’ve read enough to do a decent job–I think.

I take a deep breath as the last button pops free. Tugging on the waist band, I urge him to help me take his pants off.

A wicked smile pulls at his lips as he complies.

Throwing the pair of pants on the floor, he’s now wearing only a pair of briefs.

“And…this?” I ask breathlessly.

He nods. “Go ahead.”

Right. I can do this.

I nibble on my lower lip as I bring my hands to his briefs, slowly tugging them off.

His laughter echoes in the room as he stops me. My eyes fly to his. But in no time, he pulls his underwear off and he’s naked before me–truly naked.

Good Lord!

This is the first time I’ve seen him fully naked. Heat travels up my neck, and my cheeks must be stained red–in addition to the blood stains.

I get the urge to fan myself, and also fangirl in a corner for a moment. But it wouldn’t do to behave thusly when we’re about to get down and dirty.

I stare intently at that hard part of him, unable to believe my eyes.

I’d felt it before. I’d also touched it through his pants. But I never realized it would look so…threatening?

I gulp down warily.

Glancing up, I find him watching me daringly, his handsome brow raised in an overt challenge.

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