Page 63 of The Villain
“You want him to fuck you?” I thrust.
One corner of her mouth curls upward. “Only if you’d hate it!” She arches her back as her body stretches to take me.
“Wrong answer.” I thrust hard because she’s close and I want her to come for me. Even as she hates me, I want her to come for me and I want her to know she came for me.
“What the hell are you doing to me?” she whispers and I’m not sure she meant to say it out loud because when she realizes she did, she looks away. “I hate you!” she cries out, her body jerking violently with orgasm, a moan coming from somewhere deep inside her chest, a raw, guttural sound, a sound that’s almost inhuman.
I watch her and fuck, fuck. It’s not what I’m doing to her. Not even a little. It’s what she’s fucking doing to me.
Her walls throb around my cock and I push all theway into her, fucking her hard and deep, feeling every inch of her. I bend to kiss her mouth, swallowing her moans and her curses, ready for those sharp teeth that don’t come. She’s too exhausted. Too worn out. When she opens her eyes and looks up at me, there’s a glassy sheen to them, a softness, a vulnerability that isn’t there when she usually looks at me and I realize I want her to look at me like this all the time. I need her to look at me like this always.
“Fuck, Allegra,” I manage, watching her face, her eyes, as I fuck her, as she begs for me to stop, to go on, a second orgasm following on the heels of her first. I take her hard, wanting to punish her for wanting him. I take her deep to lay my claim on her. I have her because I need to be inside her. To come inside her. And when I come, it’s to the sound of her release, her letting go, because she can’t fight any longer, has no fight left in her as a third orgasm ravages her body and finally, finally, I feel it. She is mine. I draw her to me with a deep groan, my cock throbbing inside her, my hand a fist in her hair, our eyes open. I kiss her. I kiss her, watching her. Knowing she’ll bite, my wild Allegra. My violent Allegra.
“You’re mine, Allegra. Mine. Do you understand that?”
“I will never be yours, Cassian. Never. Do you understand that?”
I laugh an insane man’s laugh. “But you already are. You were mine from the first moment I laid eyes on you.”
17
ALLEGRA
Idon’t know what the hell just happened. I don’t know how we got to where we got after the crypt. After whatever the hell that was with Jet.
Cassian and I sit at opposite ends inside a giant tub filled with water so hot it could blister. Our arms are stretched along the edges, above the water, our knees are touching, and we are glaring. A war of eyes. A war of hearts.
What are you doing to me?I said it aloud. He heard me. I don’t care. I don’t give a damn. The way he looked at me after that, the way he never took his eyes off me? Like he was furious. Furious with me? For Jet’s want? Jet does want, I know that much. But is he also furious at himself? Because he wants too. He wants to eat me alive. It’s all right there, right in his brutal, beautiful eyes.
I recall Jet when he saw me down there in that crypt. How he looked at me for a minute. How, without a thought, he stripped off his shirt to drape it over my shoulders. I recall the scars on his body. He’s as big asCassian. As dark. As wicked, I know. But they’re so very different and I’m not sure if Jet’s wanting me has more to do with Cassian than me.
Cassian’s eyes narrow like he can read my mind.
“Why did you let him look at me?” I ask.
His eyes search mine. I hate his eyes. I hate how deceptive they are. Hell, I hatehim. I shift my gaze to the lines my nails scratched across one side of his face, the more prominent ones on his shoulders, down his chest. Five on one side, four on the other. I touch my thumb to that nub of my pinkie finger.
“Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“To be stripped and displayed between the two of you? Like I’m a piece of meat?”
“He’d already seen you.”
“Not like that he hadn’t. I don’t know what kind of rivalry you have going on between you, but I want no part of it.”
“Come now, Moth. You like the drama.”
I flip him off.
“He wants you,” he says flatly, watching for my reaction.
I don’t know how to answer that. I don’t know how I feel about it. I’m attracted to Cassian. Cassian, I want to hate fuck. Cassian makes me want him even when I hate him. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Jet, I don’t know. Jet, I know nothing about. But I do know his motives are not innocent. Not at all.
“Why did he say what he said?” I ask before I think about it.
From the look on Cassian’s face, he knows exactlywhat I mean, but it takes him a moment to rearrange his features into curiosity. “Why did he say what?”
“That you won’t fuck me anyway,” I ask, not ready to unpack the other part I overheard just yet. The part about sharing.
