Page 61 of The Villain
“You want to see?” I ask again, leaning to press my lips to her jaw, my eyes on him. “You want to touch?” I continue, licking the curve of her neck. Allegra shudders and I slide my free hand to cup her breast, to move over her belly. “You want to watch?” I ask as I close my hand over her pussy and bite down onto the soft flesh of her neck.
Allegra sucks in a breath, let’s out a low whimper.
“Tell me, Jet, you want to watch her come?”
“Stop,” Allegra pleads weakly, her throat working as she swallows, as she squirms even while her pussy grows damp in my hand and her breaths become pants.
“And you,” I say, turning my gaze to her. She looks at me, her mouth open. I look at her lips, watch her tongue dart out to lick them and I kiss her because it’s all I can do. I kiss her because it’s all I want to do.
I move to stand in front of her, my body pressed to hers. She looks up at me and I take in those deep whiskey-colored eyes, and I kiss her again because she tastes good. So good. And her pussy is wet and warm, and I hear what Jet said just moments ago.
You won’t fuck her anyway.
But I want to. God. How I want to. If there was ever anyone in this world inside whom I want to sink my cock, inside whom I want to lose myself, it’s her.
It’s fucking her.
But he’s right. I can’t. What happened last night can never happen again. So, I draw back and adjust my grip. Jet’s shirt drops to the floor. I pull her backward toward what was once the holy altar, not caring when I knock a bottle of olive oil on its side and send a glass crashing to the floor as I kiss her again before lifting her up onto it.
I can feel her resistance, her confusion. When I draw back mid-kiss, she is surprised. Blinking, she bites her lip. “What are you doing?” she asks me, her gaze moving over my shoulder, panicked.
“I’m giving you both what you want,” I say, that boiling of blood again as I move around the stone altar, drawing her backward on it, standing on the opposite end. Allegra struggles to hide herself and Jet watches her, his Adam’s apple bobbing when he swallows because he wants this. Wants her.
Oh, how he wants her.
But she is not for him.
“Cassian,” Allegra’s plea is a breath.
“Be still,” I tell her, gripping her wrists tighter.
She raises her head to look at Jet, then back at me.
“This what you want, Jet?” I ask him.
He drags his gaze from her to me, jaw tight.
“Open your legs, Allegra,” I tell her.
“Let me go,” she struggles against me, but I felt how wet she was when I touched her while he watched.
“I said open them. Fucking open them. Isn’t that what you fucking want?”
Allegra’s pulling against my grip, the skin around her eyes wet, her body twisting this way and that. Jet movesand my gaze snaps to his when, his eyes locked on me, he sets his hands on her knees—he sets his fucking hands on her knees—and I’m about to lose my mind when he forces them apart and comes to stand between them.
For a moment, for the longest fucking moment, the world stands still, the only sound that of blood roaring in my ears.
“What is it, Cassian? You want to watch me do it? Want to watch me fuck her how you can’t? For old times, maybe.” He grins, eyes narrowed to slits. He’s pushing my buttons.
My vision goes from black to red. My brain rattles against my skull. A murderous instinct takes hold, and I lunge at him. We go crashing against the wall Jet’s head bouncing off it.
I’m going to kill him. I’m going to fucking kill him.
I draw my arm back and Allegra screams. I turn to look at her and Jet takes the advantage, punching me hard in the gut. I double over, but grip his shirt
“You want to make an enemy of me,Cassian?” he asks, fury clear in his tone even as he’s panting.
I push through the pain, shove him backward and press my forearm against his windpipe. “Have you ever been anything but an enemy, Jet?”
