Page 71 of Heart of a Villain

With his bare hands, he dragged Rafael’s body over to the hole by Rafael’s shoulders while she grabbed Rafael’s ankles. They rolled the lifeless body into the shallow grave, and a small laugh snuck from her throat when it landed face down. Afterward, Adrían tossed the gloves inside, and they reversed their actions, filling the hole and tamping it down once they were through, their feet creating indentations in the slight mound.

“Come to me,” he said.

She went closer.

The bucket, she realized, was filled with water—hence the damp cloth—and without words, he undressed her. He didn’t stop until she was completely naked. Next, he reached into the bucket, removed another rag, and swiped it over her skin.

The water was warm and soapy.

His movements were tender.

Taking his time, he washed her slowly and carefully, placing kisses on her shoulder, forehead, neck, and just beneath her belly button. When he asked her to turn, she turned, and he washed her with the same loving strokes. Then, he handed her a flashlight and asked her to hold it while he examined her hair.

“Do you mind if I get it wet?” he asked.

There was a dead body under their feet.

A mutilated body.

Yet, her body answered the question from between her legs.

“I don’t mind,” she said.

“It’s only a little bit,” he mumbled, wiping. “Barely anything. I’ll get it all. Don’t worry.”

Once done, he stepped back and looked down into her face. She looked up into his. A dead body was underneath their feet, but he was hard. She was wet, her nipples firm. She barely wanted him to kiss her—it would take too long to go from kissing to him inside her.

He tossed the rag, grabbed her hips, and spun her to face the tree. She used one hand to stabilize herself, pressing into the trunk and the other to reach back, fumbling for his waistband.

His dick sprang free, slapping her ass.

“Can you take it hard?” he forced out, his head already making its way inside her. “Tell me you can take it hard. I need you to take it hard.”

She parted her lips.

He entered her.

Her hands sank into the tree bark as he stretched her wide the deeper he went. There was some burn, some sting, and she held her breath, anticipating the first few thrusts.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his erection until her cheeks slapped his pelvis. The ache didn’t take long to subside, and then he was moving. Then, she was gasping and crying his name while he groaned hers.

The slick sounds of their lovemaking wove between their moans, echoing against the quiet night.

He didn’t hold back.

He didn’t give her time to acclimate.

It was as though he could sense how much she needed this.

Needed him.

“You feel so good, Adrían.”

He sucked in a breath. “So do you, baby.”

At that point, he was in complete control. Her fingers scratched the tree bark as he pulled her back toward him, making her fuck him. He was so deep that she got the sense that she wanted to gag, as if that would give her body more space to accommodate his size.

Grunting, he pulled out and turned her around. As he removed his shirt, he asked her if she could handle what he wanted to do next. There could be cuts, maybe some bruises, so he wanted to know if she could manage it.

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