Page 50 of Kiss the Villain

He keeps talking, but his voice filters in the background because I’m watching my toy talking to someone else.

A leggy blonde in tight shorts and a strapless top. She’s holding her mask in her hand, and it has ‘#1’ engraved on top. Her face is as attractive as his. They’re both blond and the definition of a dream Disney prince and princess.

That is, until she speaks in this grating high-pitched voice. “You’re amazing, Gaz. Thanks for protecting me.”

“Anytime.” He sounds bored and staggeringly uninterested.

She doesn’t hear it, though, as she flattens her tits against his chest, and I see the movement of her fingers on his belt as she licks her lips. “Let me repay the favor.”

He doesn’t stop her as she unbuttons his jeans. Doesn’t stop her as she kisses his neck or when she rubs herself all over him.

He makes no move to help her either, his posture remaining upright, and he’s not responding to her touch.

No moaning, no muffled groans, and certainly no begging in a throaty, strangled voice.

But the fact remains—he’s stillnotstopping her.

“You smellsogood.” She moans against his neck, darting her tongue to suck on his earlobe.

He does smell good, like a subtle hint of bergamot and cedarwood mixed with his skin. It’s a known fact that she doesn’t need to point out.

“You taste amazing, too.” More licking and sucking and fuckingtouching. “You’re so hot, Gaz.”

I lift a hand and yank my tie free, letting it hang loose around my neck.

Carson jerks his head in my direction, slightly lifting his bow and arrow in the process.

He has picture-perfect reflexes and is really super aware of his surroundings, including the slightest rustle.

For some reason, that makes me smile.

I’d intended to see how far he’d go with the blonde, but I’ve changed my mind now.

Scratch that. I changed my mind after she got her claws on him. If she doesn’t remove them, I’ll rip her neck off.

I pause.

The fuck was that thought about?

I don’t even know this girl and I’m thinking about herdecapitation?

But then again, maybe she shouldn’t have touchedmytoy.

I slip out of the bushes in Carson’s direct view.

“Kayden, you fucking—” Jethro’s voice is cut off when I remove the earpiece and tuck it in my pocket, leaving my hand there.

The blonde doesn’t notice a third participant has joined as she keeps kissing and licking, and I try not to look at her so that I won’t act on my murderous thoughts.

Buthenotices and instantly lifts his hand that’s holding the bow high.

Once again, I’m entranced by the view.

What a beautiful posture, wasted on a monster.

Every part of his body falls into sharp, distinguished angles, like chiseled stone, each line perfectly defined. His form is sculpted to precise detail—the edges of his shoulders, hips, and long legs all converging to create a painting of epic proportions, a masterpiece forged in strength and precision.

And he’s aware of it.Hyperaware, actually. Because he somehow learned to hide his darkness behind the cold elegance of his body.

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