Page 54 of Kiss the Villain

Completely surrounded by him.

Fuckingagain.

And he knocked my bow and quiver away, so I have nothing to stab him with.

My mask squashes against the tree, and the smell of pine floods my nostrils, but it pales in comparison tohissmell.

The tones of wood and amber provoke dark, fucked-up images that visit me in my dreams.

No,nightmares.

Images of him biting and marking my flesh, making me come against his cock. Spitting cum in my mouth and forcing me to swallow.

I’ve thought of killing him every time I’ve seen the dark purple hickeys all over my chest. I even considered just hiring an outsider to do it and then sending me the footage.

But for some reason, that didn’t sound satisfying. Not as much as the fantasy of watching his blood spill on the ground.

Between my fingers.

Beneath my feet.

And I’d stand there, watching those silver eyes turn truly lifeless.

If someone is going to kill Kayden Lockwood, ithasto be me.

And yet I didn’t just now.

Not that Icouldn’t, because I could’ve in a heartbeat. But I made a conscious decision not to stoop that low.

However, now, I find myself under his thumb again, and I hate it, I hate that it’s this easy for him to trapme.

But what I hate more is that he has the ability to dissolve every fucking ounce of control I have.

That he can provoke reactions I didn’t know I was capable of.

After the last time, I wanted to blame the drugs, and I did, but the drugs don’t fucking explain why he keeps appearing in my damn dreams.

Or the hard-ons I wake up with on the regular after said dreams.

It’s why I decided to stay as far away as possible.

But he’s here now, right behind me. His large body pushing mine, his rock-hard chest pressing against my tense back. His fingers digging into my nape, squeezing until it hurts.

However, that’s not what’s tilting my head upside fucking down. It’s the way he’s biting the lobe of my ear. His teeth sinking so deep, I think he’ll rip the flesh off.

A ripple of pleasure starts where his lips are, coils in my spine and lands like a ball of fire in my groin.

“Stop,” I grunt, but my voice is muffled by the mask. “That hurts. Fuck.”

“Does it?” He licks the thin skin.

A jolt of electricity rushes through me, tenting my jeans against the tree trunk.

Fuck.No.

“You prefer to be licked here?” His rough voice shoots straight inside my ear and sets my skin on edge.

An uncomfortable yet thrilling edge.

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