Page 107 of Kiss the Villain

A smirk tilts his lips. “Her name is Jessica. Hot, right? She’s one call away, and she definitely would let me fuck her whenever I please.”

“More like force her like the sick fuck you are.”

“I don’t do that with women. Or anyone, for that matter. I only reserve the uncivil treatment for little monsters like you.” He darts his tongue out and licks my jaw, my cheek, over and over as if he’s erasing something, leaving a trail of saliva that tingles. “I should punish you for letting that girl suck your face.”

He nibbles on my jaw and cheek and then sinks his teeth into my lower lip and pulls. “Teach you a lesson so you know who the fuck you belong to.”

“I don’t belong to you,” I speak in a low voice, one hand barely pushing at his stomach while the other is loose around his throat.

“In that case…” He presses his knee against my cock and I grunt. “I should invite someone who does before I actually take your ass by force. Jessica, for instance.”

Then he releases me.

Without so much as a glance, he strides to his bedroom, shrugging off his coat. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

I stand there for a second, seething. My body’s too warm, too hard, too fucking frustrated, and it’s unraveling everything I thought I knew.

Confusion claws at me. The pang in my chest, the murderous thoughts swirling in my head—toward him, toward myself. I even consider electrocuting one of us just to stop this madness.

To keep him from leaving. To make sure he doesn’t have the energy to call her.

That thought propels me forward, and I march to his bedroom.

But my steps falter at the entrance.

He’s removing his pants, leaving him in nothing but boxer briefs, standing there like he knows exactly what kind of chaos he’s erupting in my stomach.

My chest.

My mind.

Every inch of him is sculpted to perfection. Broad shoulders, a chest carved from stone, muscles sharp and defined like they’re designed to taunt me.

My gaze locks on the snake tattoo coiling across his chest and abs in stunning 3D detail. Every scale, every curve pops in the dim light, making the ink feel alive, slithering over his skin with dark, hypnotic intent.

It shouldn’t make my throat dry.

But it does.

The way the tattoo moves with the power in his physique freezes me in place, and the Taser plan evaporates from my mind.

“Want to stay around and watch?” His lowly spoken question snaps me out of my reverie.

“What?

“You want to stay around and watch me fuck Jessica?”

I lunge toward him, pulling out the Taser. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

He slaps it away, letting it fall on the ground, then clutches my wrist. “We both know you won’t do that.”

“Call her and see what I will do. I fuckingdareyou.” I’m breathing harshly against him, trying and failing not to be affected by his warmth.

He’s too warm for a cold-blooded asshole.

“Then you stayed for option two?” He grabs my waist and presses me against him. “Where I said I’d force you?”

My throat dries, but I say nothing.

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