Page 219 of Kiss the Villain

“You…thought you’d bring me to one of your safe houses?”

“In case Declan or Grant finds you, yes. But enough about that. I’m having withdrawals and need to touch you.” He kisses me softly before pulling away to unclasp the bottle.

I reach for him to kiss him again, not wanting to waste one second without his mouth on mine or his blood in me—and mine in his.

That’s when I notice something, and my chest tightens with a scorching burn.

The lily tattoo I mutilated has stitches all over it, the whole thing gone. But that’s not what makes me stop and stare.

It’s a new tattoo.

Right in the middle of the snake’s scales, near his heart, there used to be a circle formed by its undulating form. But right now, there are crossed arrows in the middle of a compass.

My fingers shake as I touch the slightly red skin, tracing the small serif, two neat words written on either side of the arrow.

Little Monster.

“Why…” My lower lip wobbles, and I don’t know what to say.

Why get my nickname tattooed on your skin?

Why did you lie to me if you care enough to do this?

“Why a compass?” I ask instead.

“Because you helped me find myself, baby.” He takes my arm and peppers gentle kisses along my stitches, his lips shaking. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do the same. I’m sorry I hurt you enough to make you self-destruct. Seeing you in pain eats me alive.”

The skin he touches burns, his lips burn, my heart burns.

And even my eyes burn, because why the fuck is he being like this when I only planned to fuck him out of my system and leave?

Well, I wouldn’t leave until he’s safe, but still.

I came here with jumbled thoughts and fear. Lots of terrorizing fear at the thought of never seeing him again. I didn’t know what I want and I still don’t.

But when he touches me, I realize that the pain of being with him, knowing everything he did, is better than the dark void I felt without him.

My throat closes when he kisses my neck, nibbles on my earlobe, and then drops several kisses to my nose as his chest rubs against mine.

His hard nipples cause mine to bunch up and ache like crazy as he kisses my nose again and again.

“S-stop that,” I whine because he’s humping my cock and it’d be embarrassing if I come from just his kisses.

“Shh, let me worship your freckles.”

I lift my hand to hide them, but he slams it above my head on the pillow, intertwining his fingers with mine. “They’re beautiful, all nineteen of them.” He nibbles on my jaw. “So is your mole here.” He kisses the shell of my right ear. “And the twenty-two freckles here.” He bites my left ear. “And the twenty-seven here.” He slides down my chest, then kneels between my legs. “Because you’re a goddamn masterpiece, baby.”

And then he takes my cock in his mouth.

My toes curl and I’m panting, my head is dizzy, and my face is so warm, I’m going to explode.

Literally.

“Fuckfuckfuck…” I blurt in one breath as I sink my unsteady fingers into his hair as he deep-throats me, taking my cock so far inside, my eyes roll to the back of my head.

I’m so starved, so wound up, I’m riding his mouth, falling into the scorching pleasure he’s giving me.

“Jesus Christ, Kayde…your mouth feels so fucking good, I’m gonna, I’m gonna…” My hips jerk, and Kayde takes my cum deep in his throat as I empty my load.

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