Page 12 of Indecent Villain

His brows shoot upward. “I’m a beast, Kinsley. Fucking is a means to an end in certain circumstances.” His eyes linger.

“Is she one of those circumstances?”

He searches my gaze while my heart thuds at his closeness. “Yes. She is.”

“Oh!” I tilt my head, not liking the dark jealousy I feel at him fucking that bitch of a woman.

“You’re blunt,” I whisper, mesmerized by the way he’s looking at me.

His eyes narrow. “I’m a blunt man, Kinsley.”

He takes my hand and intertwines our fingers together, a daring look on his handsome face. He leads me downstairs and into the office.

“Take a seat.”

7

TIBERIUS

I sitbehind my desk and watch Kinsley through narrowed eyes. The girl is an issue. A big one. I like to touch her. I like her eyes on me. I like seeing the lust on her face when I’m close. I could take her right now over this desk, and she’d let me. The reaction from her untrained body was unmistakable and makes me ache. Her breasts were swollen, and her hardened nipples pressed against her white tee.

My body feels tight with a need that I haven’t felt for a very long time. I fuck Veronica on occasion, but that is all it is—fucking. I don’t come half the time. The woman is a pit viper and will stab me in the back at the first opportunity. But Kinsley, she’s different. I’m a bastard, but I will not cross that line with a seventeen-year-old.

She won’t always be seventeen.

Kinsley clears her throat as she fidgets in the chair. I’ve been staring at her while lost in my own head.

“I don’t know where to start.”

“The beginning?” She tilts her head and bites her bottom lip, which draws my gaze.

What I wouldn’t give to suck on that lip, or even better, have that mouth wrapped around my cock. I wince and reach down to move the beast behind my zipper into a more comfortable position.

I clear my throat, and say, “I don’t know what the fuck to do with you.” I sigh and lean forward. “My brother asked me to keep you safe. Their death wasn’t an accident, Kinsley.”

She swallows and rapidly blinks away the moisture in her eyes.

“Jude was a businessman, just not in the way your parents had you believe.” I certainly have her attention now.

How the fuck am I supposed to admit to the innocent across from me that the parents she knew were part of a large mafia family? The same one that I’m the fucking head of. Would knowing the truth send her into the enemy’s arms out of curiosity? That is what I want in the end, but by then, she’d understand why. I tell myself I don’t give a shit one way or the other.

“I knew what my father was, Tiberius,” she says softly.

I narrow my gaze, then it clicks. “You might not have heard much from me today through the vent, but you heard Jude in the past?”

“Yes. Only once. Not enough to put the whole thing together until now. My father knew about the vent and was usually careful. However, there was one day I was sent home from school sick, and he didn’t know. Usually, important meetings took place in the office beneath the house.”

The new basement is somewhere I haven’t found my way into yet. The old basement no longer has an entrance, as I have discovered. Jude once briefly mentioned that he had a new one outfitted. I didn’t want him to know how curious I was about it, so I never mentioned it again. Turns out, all I had to do was ask Kinsley. I realize now that there probably isn’t an inch of this house that she doesn’t know about.

“Well, well, you’re not all sweet and innocent, are you?” I pause. “So, tell me, what was your father?”

“He was a drug czar.”

Shock rattles through me for a moment until I burst out laughing. A drug czar! Where the fuck did she get that idea? My brother was a lot of things, but a drug czar was not one of them.

“Boss?” Jock pokes his head into the office. His eyes move back and forth between Kinsley and me, a frown on the big man’s face.

I wave him away.

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