Page 69 of Soul Of A Villain

Londyn’s features lit up. “I don’t need those things, Oliver. I already have you; that’s enough,” she said softly, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him. “But it is very sweet of you to offer.”

“It’s a selfish demand, really. I want photos of your face and reaction as I promise to love and cherish you. I want something I can look back on and remember the day I made you mine.”

“But I’vealwaysbeen yours,” Londyn whispered, swaying with the movement of his body as they slowly began to dance. “A photo won’t change that. My heart knew it was yours the moment I saw you.”

“A wedding is the least of what I will give you, Londyn. I want you to finish school and get your degree. Not because I think you should, but because you want to do it for yourself. I want to marry you with everyone watching. And someday, I want to watch you grow big with our baby in your belly.” Oliver was adamant. These were things he could do for her. He could make her every wish come true, even those she didn’t know she wanted.

“I would love to get my degree. But how would that work? I’d have to attend classes, and I never want to be separated from you.”

“I’ll buy us a house down in Nashville. We’ll live there while you finish school. I’ll cook dinner for you every day, do all shopping, hire someone to do the cleaning…”

Londyn laughed, “You’ll do the cooking, huh?”

Oliver’s smile was sheepish. “Well, I can manage grilled cheese sandwiches, at least. And scrambled eggs. Maybe we should just plan on eating out a lot.”

“A baby would be nice. One day.” She trailed her finger over a lock of dark hair as it fell into his eyes. The scar on his temple from the accident was not visible to anyone else, but Londyn knew it was there. When she touched it so carefully, so full of tenderness and love, Oliver could not help but lean into her touch, his eyes closing in contentment.

“I’ll give you anything in this world, dove. Anything you want,” he swore. “You only need to ask.”

“Anything?” she breathed, kissing him again, her lips teasing his until he groaned with desperate lust. “Will you attach the leash you’ve hidden away to my collar? Will you spank me if I disobey you? Will you fuck me until nothing matters but how good you make me feel? Will you make love to me until the sun comes up? I’ve missed you so terribly, Oliver. You’ve kept me at arm’s length for a month. Ever since you rescued me… and I’m tired of waiting for you to take what is yours.”

Oliver’s arms tightened around her at the reminder of what Londyn endured. She had suffered a few nightmares since that day, and he was there to hold her through the aftermath of those dark nights.

As far as the world knew, Diamond Lake Ranch suffered a gas leak and subsequent explosion. It destroyed the complex and killed many of the people staying there, including several members of law enforcement attending a retreat. It was a cover story. One that kept many wealthy and corrupt people from having to answer too many probing questions. It quickly faded from the headlines and was now just a manufactured tragedy where only a few knew the truth.

“I wanted to give you space. Wait until you are ready. Don’t think for an instant that I haven’t been going crazy, Londyn. Waiting for you to want me as desperately as I want you is probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Restraint is not in my nature, but for you, I can wait as long as you want me to.”

“Ialwayswant you, Oliver. Even when you are cruel and heartless, I crave the things you do to me,” she confessed shyly, peeking up at him to see his reaction. “I love the way you make me feel. I love the darkness that overwhelms me and how you carefully hold me when it’s over. I love how you tremble on the edge of control and how it scares me and thrills me. It’s addictive, and because of you, Ialwayswant more.”

Hooking her diamond choker with his index finger, Oliver smiled at her. “If I bent you over this stone wall and fucked you right here, anyone might see us. Would you try and stop me, little wife?”

Londyn’s cheeks flushed pink, but a calculating gleam darkened her gray eyes. Her chin tilted, and Oliver’s dick hardened when he recognized she was deliberately taunting him. “Maybe. I don’t know. Do you think it will be that easy bending me to your will?”

Oliver took her words as a direct challenge to his authority. “I think with the proper punishment, I can accomplish anything I want to with you, Mrs. Winter. Shall we test it and see?”

“It might help with my insubordination, Sir.” She glanced around the terrace, assuring herself they were alone, before flashing him a cheeky grin. “Should I get down on my knees first or?—?”

He cut her off with a hand wrapped around the slim column of her throat, squeezing until she moaned in greedy acceptance and sank helplessly against his body. Her hands braced themselves against his broad chest. Every muscle he possessed tightened with desire when she shivered and licked her full, pink lips.

Brushing his mouth against her ear, he murmured, “While you do look pretty sucking my cock, I prefer you spreadeagled and tied to my bed.” He bit her earlobe until she squealed. “I want to taste my wife’s sweet, tight pussy for as long as I like before I fuck her senseless.”

Londyn nodded the best she could with his hand encircling her throat. When he finally released her, his brow arching in question to her next move, she readily took his hand and followed him inside the mansion.

Oliver skillfully avoided the wedding guests as he led her up a back staircase to their private wing. Once inside their bedroom, a huge room decorated in shades of gray and black, he quickly pulled the items he needed from a dresser drawer, then stripped Londyn’s clothes from her. She stood nude before him, beautiful and unashamed, clad only in silver Dior heels and her jewelry. Her lips twitched with a nearly invisible smile when she saw what he held in his hand.

Clipping the diamond-encrusted leash to her choker, Oliver gave it a sharp tug, guiding her to the bed.

“That kind of brattish behavior will always earn you a punishment.”

“Really?” she replied, her voice husky with longing. “I’ll remember that in the future.”

Oliver let out a sharp laugh. “Manipulating me to get what you want is a terrible idea, little wife.”

“Is it? Maybe you should teach me a lesson,” she crooned in response.

Oliver bit his bottom lip. He was going to fucking combust on the spot if she persisted in misbehaving. There was only one way to deal with this sort of behavior, and the end result would be pleasurable for both of them.

“Lean over the bed, dove, and spread your legs for me. Let me see what is mine.”

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