Page 22 of Villainous
She sighs. “Because everyone deserves to feel loved, no matter what is happening to them. The other staff are talking.”
I clear my throat. “Okay?”
She frowns, and her spine goes straight as a needle. “What I’m going to tell you, don’t repeat it.”
I fold my arms across my chest. “Why?”
“Because we’re not allowed to repeat what we hear, and I don’t want to get into trouble.”
I’ll never repeat it to Villainous, and as far as I’m concerned, I’ll never do anything to protect him anymore, because look where it got me—as his prisoner and sex slave.
I nod slightly. “Um, okay.”
“Most of the women Villainous made his pet, they end up dead.”
Villainous has always been a cruel person, but I’ve never known him to be that cruel. I’m sure they’re rumors. He’s the big bad wolf, but he isn’t the type to kill women just to kill them; he always has a reason to kill them. Blatantly killing a man, yes, but killing an innocent woman, um, no. It’s not his style. My heart thumps in my chest. I freeze and stare into her eyes. “I’m sure he had his reasons for killing them.”
She strokes my arms. “Yeah, I feel bad for these poor girls. You didn’t know?”
My gaze drifts to the vertical window. It’s not snowing today, and the sun is out but not enough to melt the ice on the branches of the oak trees.
“It doesn’t sound like him.” I exhale.
“He’s in the sex slavery business.”
“True, but if a woman isn’t obedient, he doesn’t kill them. He’ll torture them and sell them quickly so they won’t be his problem anymore.” Goose bumps sprout on my delicate flesh, and I shake my head. “So you’re wrong.”
Why am I defending him? After everything he has done to me, I feel the need to protect him? I’m letting my feelings for him get the best of me.
We hate him, you stupid heart. You don’t want Villainous, I say inwardly to my heart. Sometimes, I hate the stupid organ. I wish my brain would step in and override my heart, but no, she’s just as stubborn as the damn organ.
Her eyes venture to the window. “From what I heard, he gives them some medication to kill them, and they don’t wake up.”
I don’t want to believe her words, but she doesn’t have any reason to lie. Is this the way he’s going to kill me? It doesn’t sound like Villainous because he’s very creative with his killings. The act of him killing is like watching porn. But what if she’s right about him? What if he’s grown bored of his so-called artwork? When I pictured him killing me, I thought he would give me my worst nightmare: drowning me. I hate pools and deep water I can’t see into. When I was in high school, Zeta had tried to drown me when I was at one of Villainous’s parties. She held me underwater until I woke up coughing. Ever since then, I’ve stayed away from any bodies of water.
“Why does he kill them?” I hold up my hand to stop her. “No, don’t tell me. I want to hear it from him.”
“In case you’re wondering, the last girl he killed was Kate. Or so I heard. He was almost falling in love with her, but he couldn’t find it in his heart to be with her because she looked like you, so he killed her. I heard that her body is floating in the Atlantic Ocean.”
What the fuck is wrong with him? I knew I broke his heart, but I didn’t know I pushed him over the edge with it. My mouth hangs open, and I gasp.
Villainous
Ihaven’t been home since I made Maya suck my dick at the business meeting three days ago, and I need to reward her for her good behavior. When I open the walnut door, she’s perched on the bed with a remote in her hand, flipping through the channels. Our eyes meet, and she shakes her head and cranes her neck back to the TV. I told her I expect her to be in lingerie when I arrive home, but instead, she’s wearing a sweatshirt and leather leggings.
She’ll do anything to get a rise out of me. I’m starting to think she enjoys my punishments, or she’s a sadist like me.
I ball up my fists, keeping them glued to my sides. “Why are you not wearing lingerie?”
She rolls her eyes and huffs, puffing out her chest.
This is her way of getting back at me for humiliating her at the meeting, but it is her job. When I made her my pet, that’s what I expected her to do—be my little whore when I tell her to. When we used to date, she tried the silent treatment on me when she didn’t get her way. When will she learn that shit doesn’t work on me?
Slowly, I waltz to the walk-in closet, remove my bloody clothes, and change into a pair of sleeping pants.
I’m going to try this shit again and give her the chance to fix her fucking attitude. Exhaling, I stalk to the bed and flop on the edge of the fluffy mattress, and then I stare directly into her beautiful eyes. My dick gets hard thinking about her mouth on my dick as I fuck her, thinking about her tight-ass pussy wrapping around my dick. Little dove is an addiction I need to kick. The tension shifts between us, and I don’t like it. I don’t like to punish her all the time. There are some days I want to come home and bury my dick inside of her and lie next to her warm body.
“I’m going to ask you again, and this time I expect you to say something,” I say through gritted teeth.
