Page 15 of Indecent Villain

“You have an unusual gray color,” I add. I keep my eyes on him and notice his mouth pull tight.

“How long has this question been on your mind?” he asks, sitting forward, the office momentarily forgotten.

“I thought about it when it became a topic during science at school. I put it out of my mind, but I guess it’s always hovered there. I was too scared to ask. But, well, um—” I trail off. “It’s the way you referred to him that got me thinking.” I am not going to mention the way Tiberius makes me feel when he is close and touching me, nor will I mention the way he looks at me.

“I don’t want to have this conversation with you.”

Annoyed, I jump from the sofa and lean over the desk toward him. He doesn’t move, and the only sign he is affected is a slight twitch in the corner of his right eye.

I move closer. “Who am I, Tiberius?”

He stands and brings his face within an inch of mine. “You are not the mouse I first thought.”

“Please,” I beg, “I need to know the truth. Where do I really belong, Tiberius?”

He searches my gaze and snaps, “You belong here with—” He pauses, grappling with his words. “This is your home, Kinsley. It’s where you belong.”

Was he about to tell me that I belonged here with him?

My awareness of him is strong and overpowering. My cheeks are no doubt red, but I continue, “A home is what you make it. Tell me the truth?”

“You know.”

Up close, I can see speckles of silver mixed in with his dark-gray eyes—eyes that I want to get lost in. That scares me. I pull back and straighten.

“I have things to do,” I say before retreating.

I turn and head back the way I came, struggling to hold back tears. I was right, but how right? Is it just that my father isn’t my biological father, or was I adopted? No, that wouldn’t make sense, considering I look like my mother. Even so, the question remains: who is my father?

9

TIBERIUS

The musicin the dark nightclub should distract me from thinking too hard about my discussion with Kinsley. It does not. The sweet, innocent thing is on my mind and won’t leave. I don’t want her to know the truth, because the truth means there will be no barrier between us. It’s her pure innocence that attracts me. It has since she turned fifteen. I saw her from a distance and my attention was snared. Nothing is more arousing than that of forbidden fruit.

Women dance at the divider that separates me in my booth from the rest of the club. It isn’t my favorite place to be, but I need something taken care of that I can’t do myself.

I eye one of the women who appeared as soon as I sat my ass down. It’s her mouth that I contemplate. When she knows my attention is solely on her, her eyes drop to my groin. I imagine it’s Kinsley’s eyes on me, my cock liking that a lot more than it should. Slumped on the sofa with my legs splayed, my thick bulge is noticeable. The woman licks her lips. I call her over with a curl of my finger.

She saunters over and drops to her knees between my legs.

“Suck me off,” I growl, blunt and to the point.

Her eyes gleam as she drags a red fingernail down my shaft. It twitches and wants out. She doesn’t keep me waiting. She unzips my pants, and then her hands shove my shorts out of the way. Her grip is tight as she strokes my pulsing cock.

My eyes travel up to the ceiling and slowly close as her tongue licks up my precum. I pretend it’s Kinsley on her knees, her virgin mouth licking me. Kinsley wraps her lips around my cock, sending shivers down my spine as she takes me in completely. The sensation is overwhelming, and I know it won't be long before I come down her throat.

She hums around my cock as it grows even harder. One of her dainty hands cups my balls, her fingers gently massaging my sac. It takes all my strength not to shove myself down her throat. The intensity of the moment is almost too much to bear, but I want to savor every second of Kinsley's touch. With each movement of her mouth, I grow closer and closer to the edge. The sound of her soft moans, mixed with my own ragged breathing, are loud to my ears.

Kinsley sucks me so hard that my eyes roll. I bump the back of her throat, and nearly fucking come from the sensation. Her skilled tongue dances around me, sending waves of pleasure through my body, and then, with a deep suction, I come. My back arches as I clamp my mouth shut so I don’t shout her name. Kinsley milks my cock fucking dry, which is when I open my eyes and my fucking dream shatters.

I must look murderous because the woman between my legs springs to her feet and runs from me. I quickly shove my dick away and curse under my breath. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I came here tonight to get my dick sucked. I didn’t anticipate getting lost in my own head and coming so fucking hard that I saw stars. It isn't fucking smart for me to forget what the hell is going on around me. My life is fucked up. Kinsley's is too, except she has no idea. The girl is smart. She knows, because of her eye color, that it’s impossible for her to belong to Jude. Her sperm donor had blue eyes, which is where Kinsley got hers from.

Furious with myself for my lack of control, I stomp out of the booth. Patrons quickly move out of my way when they see the thundercloud on my face. Salem, my right-hand man, raises his brows when he sees me heading toward him. He doesn’t question me. He falls into step beside me instead.

“Don’t let me come here again,” I growl. “You hear me?”

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