Page 77 of The Villain

“Yes. I’m yours,” the grim words are choked out as he stares into my eyes. He means it. I can tell because he’s resisting it even as the words fall from his lips.

“You’re so perfect,” I sigh and press a kiss to his lips that he tries to turn feral. I let him go to stand up, cutting him off before he gets carried away.

He watches me in confusion, unease slowly starting to stain his features.

“You’re being so good for me,” I slip to my knees and suck him into my mouth.

“Fuck!” He shouts.

I’m less finesse and more enthusiastic. He tastes as good as he smells. I use my hands to help jack him off while I suck strongly at his tip. He’s so hard it’s like his dick is fighting my grip. More precum greets my tongue and I lick it away for it to be replaced by more and more.

“Fuck, I’m cuming,” he chokes out in warning.

I suck him in deeper and look up to watch his mouth fall open and his eyes laser focused on me. Then his head falls back, his elbows rising to cradle his face as his hips jerk and he floods my mouth with his taste. I keep going until his knees start to shake and no more cum greets my tongue.

When I pull back I kiss the tip and lick across it, looking for more. His shaky groan brings my attention back up as I lick my lips.

He still has his hands clasped behind his head, the rest of his body loose.

I slowly stand to take him in.

Sweat glistens across his skin, a drop running down a crease in his abs to sink into his navel. He looks absolutely wrecked. I couldn’t be more pleased with him.

His pants are pulled down far enough I can reach his phone. I pull it out and he looks at me with hooded eyes. I snap a picture, startling him.

“What are you doing?” He asks weakly, a frown starting on his lips.

“You look beautiful like this. I may not get another chance at this exact scenario. I want to remember it.”

He blinks as a tilted smile works over his lips. “That’s my phone, baby.”

“Yeah. When you finally win that game you can send me this whenever I’m angry,” I tilt my head with a smile. “Instant game changer.”

He lets out a soft chuckle. “Oh, really.”

I nod and straddle his thighs to sit again. “Look at you. I imagined what you would look like, happy and relaxed. It’s nothing in comparison to the real thing.”

I show him the picture as his arms drop to wrap around me. The ease of snuggling into him is foreign to me, but pleasurable because he needs it and I’m the one giving it to him. The only one.

“So perfect. I’ve never met anyone like you.”

“I look ridiculous.”

I lean back with a raised brow.

“What? I do.” He laughs at my expression.

“You look like a man that had every fantasy come to life and you’re savoring the experience. I put that look there. I’m keeping it.”

“Evie,” his tone gentles as his hands rub across my back. “Come home with me.”

“No,” I stand and set the phone onto the table.

“What? Why?” His mask slams down hard as he straightens up.

“A new game,” I tell him solemnly.

“No. No more games. I want this. Give it to me. Spoil me, damn it.” He snaps back.

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