Page 38 of Indecent Villain

“All that is going to happen is that I’m going to hold you in the bath. Do you trust me?”

Searching my gaze, she nods. “Yes. I don’t want you to leave.”

After pressing a kiss to her forehead, I turn and lock the bathroom door. Then I make quick work of her jeans and panties. As I catch sight of her mound with a slight sprinkling of pubic hair, my mouth fucking waters. Her virgin pussy is right in my face.

Motherfucker!

I grab the hem of her sweatshirt and lift. I didn’t expect her to be nude beneath. My breath catches in the back of my throat. She’s fucking gorgeous. Young, round, and plump tits with tight cherry nipples.

I feel her eyes on me, and I meet her nervous gaze. It snaps me out of my lust-fueled haze.

I unzip my jeans and kick them off. I don’t think I have any blood left in my head right now.

“I’m going to pick you up.” I place a hand on her hip. With my other hand, I tilt her face up to mine. I offer her a gentle smile and lift her up. “Put your arms around me.”

My dick jumps, filled with excitement when her fantastic breasts press against my chest and her legs wrap around my waist. Kinsley shudders as my cock taps her ass.

“Ignore it,” I tell her.“You are safe with me.” Even if it kills me, I add to myself.

The water warms my frozen feet. I take care sitting down with her wrapped around me and wonder what the fuck I am doing. Her cute little ass nestles at the juncture of my legs, my cock hard as fucking steel reaching up against her hip and waist. She wiggles, causing me to leak precum. I press her down.

“Sit still. I beg you.”

“Oh! Isn’t that uncomfortable?” Her hushed words come from where she is buried in my neck.

“It’s a good uncomfortable,” I admit.

I don’t know why I thought the bath would be innocent. She already knows how much she turns me on. I scoop water up and pour it over her back, but it isn’t enough. I slip further under the water.

Kinsley wiggles around, and I clench my teeth as her body rubs my aching dick. She doesn’t stop until she’s lying on top of me. One of her legs slips between mine. My dick is now cushioned by her stomach. She rests her good cheek against my shoulder. I hold her against me and look down into her red-hot face.

“Are you trying to take advantage of me, Kinsley?” I raise a brow.

“I’m comfortable now.”

I grunt in response while praying for fucking mercy.

“It’s been a long time since anyone really took care of me.”

“Anna?”

She smiles and snuggles against me. I’ve never been a snuggly kind of guy, but I guess I am now.

“My mother was a great mom, Tiberius. She would brush my long hair. Braid it. Untangle it. Dig twigs out of it when I got up to no good in the forest. She read to me. Gave me my love of musicals. My love of reading.”

As she goes silent, I think about my own childhood and wince. It wasn’t anything like Kinsley’s. After all, my mother was a mafia boss.

Kinsley continues, “My father taught me how to make things. He wasn’t very good at crafts. We did manage to build a bird feeder.”

“You mean the crooked one?”

“It depends on your perspective.”

I chuckle. “Sweetheart, it’s fucking crooked.”

“Maybe.” She quiets, and I’m relieved she’s no longer trembling. Then she asks, “Will you tell me about my sperm donor? It was his men who came after me, right?”

I close my eyes and answer, “It was his son’s men.” I frown. “Wait! Men? As in more than one?”

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