Page 11 of Indecent Villain

“You don’t have a fucking clue as to what I want.” Those words are followed by silence.

Are they getting naked? Making up? Fucking? I’ve never had sex, but I’ve gotten myself off too many times to count.

“You bastard!” The scream and then the sound of glass breaking causes my heart to stop before it starts racing again. I stare opposite at a small spider’s web stuck in a dark corner as I wait for what happens next.

“Blaze,” shouts Tiberius. “Ms. Rossi is leaving. Right now!”

Fear slices through me at his tone. He sounds angrier than anyone I’ve ever heard before.

“Find Jock once you’ve gotten rid of her.”

“Rid of her, boss?”

“Not that!” Tiberius lets out a string of curse words. “Watch her drive off, then find Jock and get him to bring Kinsley to me.” He pauses. “Never mind, I’ll go get her.”

Crap!

I scoot to my feet, trip over the boxes I moved to eavesdrop, and screech as I fall into a dresser. It doesn’t end there. The glass cabinet beside it wobbles and tips over. I watch it fall in slow motion, then stare in horror as the glass shatters into chunks.

“Ouch!” I reach up and feel my cheek. My fingers come away bloody.

Feet pound up the stairs and grow closer. Seconds later, my bedroom door slams open, the door nearly knocked off its hinges. I stare at Tiberius through the mirror at the far end of the closet. He stands behind me, larger than life. He takes in the disaster I’ve created, and I notice his eyes narrow on the vent.

His gaze shoots to mine. I know my guilt is there for him to see on my face.

Tiberius holds out his hand to me and wiggles his fingers. “Come on. Your cheek is bleeding.”

“The mess,” I say in shock.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get someone to clean it up.” He glances at the vent once more. “And to seal that up too.” He cocks an eyebrow and lifts me into his arms. He carries me from the closet to the bedroom, where he lets me slide down the front of his body. My cheeks heat with embarrassment.

Jock bursts into the room, his brows hitting his hairline as he looks me over.

“Oops,” I say to break the tension.

Tiberius bursts out laughing. Jock frowns and then laughs too. The big man shrugs and moves to look inside my closet.

“Damn, Kinsley! You know how to make a mess. I think we should close the door and forget about it.”

“Not so fast. I’ll see to Kinsley. You find Saul and get him up here to clean up.” Tiberius ushers me into the bathroom as he issues the order.

He grabs me by the hips and plops me onto the vanity, then grabs a towel and wets a corner of it. His dark eyes meet mine as he softly opens my legs and steps between them. His eyes never leave mine as he cups my face. My body reacts to his closeness. The fact that he holds me in a soft grip with a tattooed hand affects me. The throb between my legs intensifies into a pulsating agony.

I finally inhale a sigh of relief when he gets to work on my cheek. He prods the cut with his fingers. “There’s no glass stuck in there.”

“The piece is on the floor in the closet.”

“Hmm.” He carefully cleans the wound and then puts a bandage on it. “You want to tell me what you overheard?” His hooded gaze is back on mine, and those gray eyes of his watch as I lick my lips. I try to close my legs and ease the ache he’s created, but his big body hasn’t moved. He places a hand on my leg and squeezes, a knowing look in his gaze, before he moves into the bedroom.

I swallow hard and get my feet under me. “I don’t suppose I have a choice?”

“Speak, Kinsley.” He moves close again, leaving me tongue-tied as he checks me over more. Amusement flickers in his gaze before he changes into the boss everyone calls him.

I start to blabber. “Sound does travel, but not well. I didn’t hear a lot because you spoke quietly.”

“Not all the time I didn’t.”

“Did you fuck her?” I slap a hand over my mouth, horrified I blurted out the question that was at the forefront of my mind.

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