Page 35 of Kiss the Villain

Because since I knew he knew, I hid my cards.

And because he didn’t seem to care that I was shadowing him like a grim reaper, he was careless enough to let me see the code he puts in the elevator to reach his apartment.

I didn’t even have to figure out a way to hack into security systems or befriend the concierge and, instead, kind of just walked in here—after I made him believe I’d left for the day.

In fact, I’ve been on the side of the building, patiently waiting until the lights in his apartment went off.

Then waited some more until he was fast asleep.

And it was worth it.

Because now I’m on top of him, my knees on either side of his waist over the sheet, and my syringe is in his neck.

The black snake on his naked chest peeks out from beneath the sheet that’s fallen down to his abs as if it’s real and will jump up and bite me at any second.

But I’m the only venomous snake here.

As I slowly push the plunger, taking my time in enjoying this, his sleepy eyes, which were confused a second ago, slowly sober up. There’s little light coming from the streetlamp outside, so I can’t see him clearly, but I can make out his eyes.

Always those damn revolting eyes.

“Really, Carson? Drugs again?” His rough, slightly husky voice echoes in the air with apparent disapproval.

“Shh.” I watch as the liquid slowly spills into his veins. “This one is better. It’ll make you crawl at my feet with desire, Professor, and I’ll squash that limp cock of yours beneath my feet.”

His hands slide to my waist, beneath my shirt, skimming over the skin before he digs his fingers into the flesh.

My spine jerks and I pause.

The fuck is this asshole doing?

“You don’t have to resort to rape drugs. If you were that desperate to suck my cock again, all you had to do was beg and I’d let you choke on it.”

I raise my hand and slap him.

Not a punch—even though that idea is growing by the second—but a humiliating slap.

He laughs, the sound sinister and low in the darkness. I feel his abs tightening and vibrating beneath me, and I don’t like to think how my cock is reacting, getting heavy for no reason.

“Does wanting me so much piss you off?” His rough whisper lingers in the air between us.

“I don’t want you.”

“Breaking and entering while in possession of rape drugs with the intention of using them negates your claim. But I suggest you abandon any fantasies you have about fucking me.”

“I don’twantto fuck you.”

“You won’t. I’ll be the one bending you over and teaching you some manners you desperately need.”

“Like fuck you will.”

“What did I say about vulgar language?” he whispers in a low, gruff tone, his fingers gliding across my skin, back and forth, back and forth. “You’re surprisingly lean but nicely toned.”

“Stop touching me. You’re disgusting.”

“Look at that. We’re birds of a feather.”

I grab his hand and start to shove it away.

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