Page 38 of Heart of a Villain

She shook her head. “No.”

“Why did you freeze?”

“Finish your breakfast, or we’ll be late.”

“Will you feed me?”

“You have two hands.”

“Yes, but I prefer yours in my mouth.”

She rolled her eyes. “God, you’re relentless.”

“Yes, when I want something. And late for what?”

“Hey, Sayeda?” Ayesha called from the doorway.

When he first arrived, Ayesha had been wearing a soft cotton T-shirt and loose lounge pants. Now, she wore a strappy top, a pair of high-waisted pants, and sandals. The same coral polish glimmered on her toenails, and it continued to amaze him how much these two women resembled one another. Their only noticeable difference was their shapes, now that they’d essentially switched bodies.

Sayeda used to be curvier.

She’d had softer areas to bite, lick, and suck.

Ayesha had been on the thinner side for as long as he’d known her; however, while Josiah and Theo had left her with a few hills and valleys, something about that third baby filled her out in ways the boys hadn’t. Without a doubt, he knew her body was now Joel’s playground.

For a moment, he wondered whether children would affect Sayeda the same way. He could see them now, him on top of her, her legs spread as he filled her until he was empty. Celibacy hadn’t posed an issue for much of his post-virgin life, but the need to be inside Sayeda currently had him in a chokehold, squeezing tight.

“We’re heading out now,” Ayesha said. “Adrían, you’ll ride with the guys.”

“Where are we going?” he asked.

Joel returned, also wearing different clothes from earlier, and Joel nearly ran into Sayeda as they passed one another, too busy looking back over his shoulder at where Ayesha stood.

Sayeda and Ayesha left.

Slowly shaking his head, Joel tore his gaze away from the empty doorway, plated an omelet, and devoured it in three bites.

“Hungry?” Dez asked.

“Starving, probably,” Julien chimed in. “With how much Theo says you and Eesh ‘clean,’ your bedroom must be spotless.”

Joel slathered butter on a slice of toast. “By the way, Adrían, I don’t see a ring on Sayeda’s finger,” he said. “What’s going on?”

Adrían frowned. “A ring?”

“You haven’t proposed yet?”

“Proposed? Mano, she’s been here less than one day.”

“Lattimore, keep eating like that, and you’ll catch a cramp later,” Gage warned, rising to his feet. “Everybody ready to go? Adrían, you’ll ride with me, Dez, and Joel.”

Joel inhaled the slice of toast. “Oh, by the way, Adrían, we have training. I was supposed to tell you yesterday. My bad, Wolfe. Slipped my mind.”

Gage pretended to swat the back of Joel’s head.

Adrían looked around. “What kind of training?”

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