Page 13 of Villainous
As I stretch out on the fluffy mattress, staring out the window, I try to ignore the pain that grows in the pit of my stomach. It’s been a whole day since I had a meal, but he makes sure his bodyguard sends me a cup of water every three hours. The bastard had the nerve to starve me. He knows how much I love to eat, and for him to deny me food and orgasms is a low blow, but this isn’t the worst way he’s punished me. When he had me locked up as a prisoner in the dungeon and made me sick in the darkness, three months without human interaction and only given food and water, it was pure hell. It doesn’t matter, though. Fuck him. He’s so far up my shit list it isn’t funny.
I tried so hard to not touch myself, but I wanted to so bad. He doesn’t make threats, only promises, so I wasn’t going to risk myself being fingerless either. To be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a camera in here, watching my every move. I can still smell the scent of him on the sheets. Manly—sandalwood and nicotine. It’s unlike him to go a day without seeing me. I must’ve really pushed him over the edge. I sigh. I’m glad he hasn’t been around. I want him to stay as far away from me as much as he can. And I regret it, the things I said to him. But he needed to be reminded that I can hurt him just as much as he can hurt me. My da always told me words can do more damage to a person than physical harm.
Sighing, I sit up on my knees, and my bones ache from lying here all morning.
My head hurts, and I feel dizzy, so I lie back down and stare at the ceiling.
The heavy door creaks, and my gaze lifts to Villainous. Immediately, the air is sucked from the room, and the tension is thicker than fog. He strides into the room, wearing a frown on his face, and his custom dark suit hugs his toned muscles. Wrinkles appear at the corner of his eyes as his gaze zeroes in on me.
Desire blossoms at the pit of my stomach as my cheeks flame. The bastard is beautiful, and his tattoos are one of the features I love about him. His always told a story. I always had a thing for bad men, and the only reason why I dated Chuck was because he was safe and had stability. I loved him, but he wasn’t the typical kind of guy I go after. They were always troublemakers or married or involved in the criminal world. Maybe I was like my ma. I craved horrible men, knowing they couldn’t love me in the way I loved them. My ma did it with my da. She stayed as his mistress until I graduated from high school.
How ironic—an Irish mafia princess bitching about attracting bad men. FYI, being born a bastard child didn’t guarantee me my place in the mafia. I had to choose if I wanted that type of lifestyle. That is one of the perks of being born out of wedlock—I get to live the lavish lifestyle without having to be stuck in an arranged marriage with a cheating whore husband. And my mother wasn’t Irish; she was biracial, part English and part African American. My grandda wouldn’t approve of their relationship, so Da received his cake and ate it.
Where has Villainous been? I shouldn’t care about him, but here I am, longing for the man who I hurt. Well, we hurt each other. My eyes assess him from head to toe, trying to see if he has any visible marks. I suck in a breath as my cheeks heat. I can’t look at him for longer than five minutes without getting a girl boner.
“Where have you been?” I try to keep the sound of worry out of my tone.
“Pets aren’t allowed to ask questions. They do what they are told and ask for permission to speak. I thought I made it clear to you when I took you out of your cell,” he snaps.
I’ve grown used to his coldness. He’s always been cold, ever since we were kids, but he seems a little indifferent and like he has a lot on his mind.
“May I speak, please?”
“No.”
I ignore him and say, “You want to tell me what’s wrong?”
He stares at my naked form, and then his hungry eyes land on my tits. He licks his plump lips, and a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. My gaze drifts down to his visible boner. He looks like he’s about to devour me at any second. I have so much pent-up sexual energy that I’ll burst if he doesn’t make me come. I spread my legs wide, giving him a view of my core. He yanks on the top of his sleeves as if he’s hot, and he stares at my pussy for far too long, licking his lips.
He waltzes up to the bed and snaps my legs shut before he grips my chin hard, staring into my eyes.
“Funny, now you want to talk. Where was this energy when you left me?” He shakes his head. “Why am I even asking? You’re too fucking selfish to admit you were wrong.” He pauses. “You don’t listen. Never were the type to follow orders. That’s going to end your life quick.”
I want to argue with him that he’s wrong and I did it out of love. The reason why I left was because of love. I did it to protect both of us, but something in my gut tells me he won’t believe me. No matter what reason I give him, it’ll never be enough. The heartache I felt getting on a plane and leaving, never looking back, still haunts me to this day. I still have dreams of me leaving him. And they’re not good ones either. He acts like he was the only one who was affected by my decision.
“If you think I left because I wanted to, then you are wrong.”
“You’re full of shit,” he shoots back, and he clenches his fist and takes a step back. Exhaling, I push myself off the bed and stand too close to him. I get a whiff of him. A hint of bourbon and mint leaves lingers on his breath.
Placing my hand on his chest, I know I am playing a dangerous game with him. At any second, I’ll whip out his dick and suck it so I can get what I want, but I know Villainous can play this game better than me. He would let me suck him off, and he still wouldn’t allow me to come.
I stand on my tippy toes, and I’m still not at eye level with him. If I were a few inches shorter, I could suck his dick while standing up.
“Everything is not black and white, Vil, and it was one of the problems we used to have in our relationship. Life is full of different shades of gray.” My heart thumps in my chest. “You’re so jaded by people that all you do is look for the bad in the world. Have you thought that maybe the reason why I left was for a good cause?”
He swipes my hand away as if it’s burning his chest. “We’re having dinner, and we have to be somewhere in an hour.”
“Where are we going?”
Glaring down at me, he snatches a knife from his holster. “Open wide.”
My pulse accelerates as he rests the cool metal against my warm tongue. “You keep asking questions without permission, I’ll cut your tongue and watch you choke on your own blood.”
I gulp loudly, placing my hands behind my back.
He places the knife back in his holster, and he proceeds to the walk-in closet. When he strolls back, a skintight dress is draped over his muscled arm, a pair of black heels and a black box in his hand. He sets the items on the bed, and I wiggle the dress on and slide on the heels. The dress is too slutty for my liking. The top barely holds my tits in, and my breasts aren’t big at all. The tight fabric hugs my torso like a glove, and I can barely breathe. I never had a problem wearing revealing clothes. Most of the time in the strip club, I stride around with my tits on display, but Villainous making me wear it makes me feel slutty.
Villainous opens the box, displaying a choker, and he wraps it around my neck. Anger brews inside me, but I don’t let it show, so I nod. I stroke my fingers along the pink diamonds embedded into the leather. The collar feels as if a snake is wrapped around my throat. It feels heavy and thick.
