Page 19 of Indecent Villain

“It’s my house. I can do whatever the fuck I want.” He pauses. “And I wasn’t just ordering them out of my house, I was ordering you out as well. Go!”

“You bastard!” she hisses.

I smirk in my hiding spot.

The second the door closes, Tiberius strides toward it and flicks the lock.

I lose track of him when he steps out of my range of vision.

The panel that conceals me suddenly swings outward. Tiberius slips inside and lifts me up before I can react. He presses me against the wall, using his big body to keep me there. He looks furious. My heart pounds as his silver eyes shoot fire into my body. I don't think he knows what it does to me to have him this close. Then again, as my hands grip his shoulders and I wrap my legs around his waist for a more comfortable position, arousal swells behind the zipper of his pants.

"You are going to be in serious trouble one of these days," he hisses, his arousal long and thick against me.

I let out a small moan and watch as his eyes narrow. He rubs his cock against me, causing a shudder to ripple through me. Now he looks pissed at my reaction.

"My father lied to us both,” I state, not needing an answer.

Tiberius’s gaze softens, and with a wince, he moves his hips away so we no longer touch. His forehead rests against mine, and his eyes don't leave me. "I'm only just discovering that my brother wasn't faithful to the family. I'm sorry you heard what you did." He carries me into the office and uses his foot to close the secret door. "Forgot to tell me about that, huh?"

I grin as he deposits me on the desk. "I didn't forget. I thought it might be useful one day."

He grunts and watches me swing my legs back and forth as I lean back on my hands for support. His eyes rove over me as my body responds. I'm innocent, but notthatinnocent. And right now, the way he's looking at me, I'm wishing I'd worn a bra to hide how hard my nipples are. His gaze lingers a moment longer on my chest before he clears his throat and turns away, pretending to focus on something else. I smirk, knowing I'm the cause of his lack of composure.

Realizing I'm not going to get anything out of him while I'm being wicked, I get to my feet and move to sit in one of the chairs opposite the desk.

"Tiberius, will you tell me who those men were and what the hell my father was up to?"

He laughs, but there is no mirth in it. "I wish to fuck I knew what Jude had been up to." He runs a hand through his disheveled hair. Eyeing the chair behind the desk and then me, he decides it's safe to sit.

I smirk. "I don't bite, Tiberius."

He snorts. "Sweetheart, if you want to put your mouth on me, I'm all yours." He sits back and spreads his arms wide.

My cheeks heat, and I clear my throat. "You were saying about those men."

"I wasn't saying anything." He sits forward and clasps his tattooed hands out in front of him. "You need to keep your nose out of Jude's business and mine, Kinsley. I don't know what the fuck he was up to, but I'm going to find out. I need you safe."

I tilt my head to the side. "I want to help, Tiberius. I need to. Please don't treat me like a child. I'm not. Not anymore."

“You’re definitely not a child,” he mutters under his breath, his heated gaze on me. “How much did you hear?"

I hold his stare before replying, “Guns are missing, and they want you to fix the mess my father made.” Sadly, I add, “I can’t believe the man who loved me would do this.”

“I didn’t think he would either.” He sighs. "I don't like any of this, which means I'm going to keep a closer eye on you."

Those words give me butterflies in my belly.

"How close?" I waggle my brows and grin at the dark look on his face.

Tiberius kicks back and laughs; the sound is rich and dirty. "Not that close…yet." Clearing his throat, he contemplates me. "Going back to Jude," he says firmly, “the guns will be long gone.”

“Will they take a refund?”

He chuckles. “Those kind of assholes will not take a refund unless it comes with one hundred percent interest. That isn’t going to happen.” He pauses. “What I can’t fathom is why Jude would only fulfill half of the order. I’m assuming he had no plans to die at the time, which means it would be his blood they were after.”

My thoughts tumble around in my head, part of which are delighted Tiberius is talking to me about it.

“Maybe he had an agreement with the buyer,” I suggest. “Half whenever he delivered the guns, and then the other half at a later date. But then he was killed. He can’t fulfill the second part of the deal. The buyer knows and wants what he paid for.”

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