Page 80 of Kiss the Villain

The way his hand rests on my chest, tentatively, like he doesn’t want to touch me, but he can’t not do it.

Look at that. We really have so much in common.

“S-stop,” he stutters and then puffs out a long, fractured breath against my face.

“Say it again and mean it, baby,” I whisper right into his ear, and he jolts, muffling a noise. “You can’t. Want to know why? Because you’re desperate to see what I’ll do next. You’ve been rubbing yourself against my cock, making it nice and hard so I can fuck you.”

“You’llneverfuck me.” He headbutts me weakly, out of breath.

“Care to place a bet?” I wrap my hand around his throat and flip us over so fast, he blinks up in confusion as he half lies on the stool, his back to the island and I’m half lying on top of him, my knee jammed between his legs, right against his cock.

“There. Much better.” I stroke his clean-shaven jaw, not really choking him. “You look stunning pinned beneath me.”

Gareth's wide eyes lock with mine, a sharp flash of what seems like panic darting across his face. The air thickens with charged tension as he whispers, “Let me go.”

“You know the exact answer to that.”

His breaths quicken, turning shallow, and I can feel the pulse racing in his throat like he's on the edge of something he can't control. It’s the power, the idea that he has to give it to me—and he doeshaveto give it to me—pushes him to the edge.

I expect him to try to hit me like he usually does when he’s pushed, but he doesn’t—he's trapped in the storm of his own confusion, exposed in a way I haven’t seen before.

The shift in his energy pulls at something inside me, something cold and calculating, but also unsettling.

And I find my voice softening—as much softening as I can manage. “There’s no need to fight the inevitable. I’ll make sure you love every second of it.”

“I don’t want this.”

“You’re rock fucking hard. Stop lying.”

“I…”

“What is it this time, Carson? Another one of your back-and-forth tactics?”

“No, it’s…”

“It’s what? Use your words and articulate clearly.”

He gulps at the command, his eyes widening a bit and then says, “Let me do it, then.”

“Let you do what?”

“Let me be the one who fucks you.” His voice is so low, it’s not like him.

He’s just grasping at straws at this point.

It’s obvious that Gareth isn’t proactive but enjoys being devoured. The fact that he still can’t see it—or more accurately,admitit to himself—after so many encounters is a bit concerning, but I must deal with this carefully so he doesn’t balk.

“Do you evenwantthat?” I ask, stroking his jaw again.

He gets distracted, his nostrils flaring and his eyes drooping a little as he speaks in the same quiet tone. “Yeah.”

“Do you truly want it or are you just saying that so you don’t have to surrender control and let me fuck you?”

“I won’t be fucked,” he snaps.

I see. Sothat’s the problem.

“All right. You can fuck me.”

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