Page 94 of Kiss the Villain

My heart thumps so loudly, I’m actually alarmed. Note to self: find a heart specialist to fix this malfunction.

Your goddamn hoarse voice when you come haunts my dreams. I can still feel how the walls of your pussy strangled my mouth and it’s been driving me insane.

Instant boner.

“Seriously?” I mutter at myself, then frown because now, I’m turning into Niko, who loves talking to his dick as if it’s a person.

I wanted to test you, see how long it’d take before you messaged me first. I’d rather deal with your hot and cold than go through this again. Just thinking of you makes me so hard.

My throat closes when he sends a picture.

Of him fisting his cock through his PJ bottoms. Even though he’s not naked, the thin material leaves nothing to the imagination. The lines of his cock are clear in the picture and when I zoom in, I can see those veins?—

I release it as if I’ve been burned when another text appears.

I want you to choke on my cock and let me come down that throat. Better yet, I want to stuff my cock in my tiny little cunt, baby. Let me fuck you. I’ll make sure you like it.

No.

What if I say please?

Nope.

You’re playing with fire, baby. Just say yes while I’m asking nicely.

You’re not going to fuck me, Kayde.

Yet.

Ever.

Stop flirting with me.

When did I?

The idea of forcing you turns me on, baby. You’re well aware of that fact, and yet you still pull these stunts. I think you’re doing it on purpose.

He sends another picture, and in this one, his abs are on full display, his PJs pulled down enough to show his groin.

Cock-fucking-tease.

I hurry up to my room so no one sees me battling with a goddamn boner.

As I linger behind the door, staring at the picture he sent and winding myself up, something catches my eye.

Something that shouldn’t be there.

A red-patterned silk scarf lying by the foot of his bed.

It’s feminine, delicate—not his style at all. I’ve never seen him wear a silk scarf, and I know for a fact he doesn’t own any.

Yes, I checked his wardrobe.

My eyes narrow.

Who does that belong to, and why is it in his bedroom?

Not that I care.

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