Page 33 of Villainous
Her posture goes rigid, and a vein pulses in her neck. “Planting in this garden.”
All I can think about is her and how I fucked her last time. How every time I’m inside her, I want to be with her. I never have that type of sex with other women. She’s addictive like a drug. I cast her a curious glance.
“Why?”
Her gaze holds mine, and the tension between us shifts. Closing her eyes, she inhales sharply, then exhales. She bites her lip, and then her gaze drops to the small glass pot.
I tilt my head to the side. “Or are you doing it because it reminds you of how we used to be?”
She grits her teeth. It’s cute when she gets mad. The way her cute button nose scrunches up and her mouth falls into a frown. “I want to see something pretty on my last days other than your trifling face, you asshole.”
I thought about it a few times, giving her some extra time to live so I can still have her here with me, but I need to stick to the plan and not let my emotions get the best of me. Not focus on what we had but on what’s going on between us. She’s never going to tell me why she left. She’s too damn stubborn for her own good.
I ignore her snappy comment and say, “You’re doing it wrong—you’re putting too much soil into the pot.”
I took a gardening workshop when I was in high school so I could build her the perfect garden. When I realized she wasn’t coming back, I burned all the pretty colorful flowers that I grew for her. Back then, I tried to erase every essence of her. I tried so hard to forget her to the point where I would sleep with other women and get high off any type of drug, but she’d ingrained herself into my soul.
She drops the hand shovel. “Oh?”
On impulse, I stand right behind her, and my arms touch her waist. My heart beats as if fireworks are going off in my chest. Her gaze shoots up to mine, and we have a silent conversation with our eyes.
I lift my eyebrows.You hurt me.
You hurt me too.
I want to fuck the anger out of you.
She bites her bottom lip, and her round cheeks are flushed. I take some of the soil from the pot and dump it back in the bag, and then I grab a seed from another bag.
“This is your favorite plant, the peace lily. It requires less water.” I grab the small watering can from the metal table and hand it to her.
It reminds me of the time we used to share with each other. The countless times I spent down here thinking, hoping, and praying she would come back to me.
My pulse skyrockets, and my dick grows harder, digging into her lower back. My stomach rubs against her, and the air is tight between us.
Slowly, she pours enough water on the soil before she sets down the can, twisting to face me. Her chin tilts to the air as her almond-shaped eyes linger on my lips. I push the pot and soil bag to the side and sit up beside her on the metal table.
We stare at each other for a few minutes longer, not saying a word. Without thinking, I slam my mouth to hers.
Maya
The minute his lips touch my mouth, all of my common sense leaves my head. I sit there in shock, not knowing what to do. Not knowing how to handle this. Villainous hasn’t kissed me in a long time, and the kiss tastes like him. Carnage, leather, and rough. I was planning on keeping my distance from him, especially after hearing about how his last pet died. In my heart, I wanted to believe he isn’t a monster, and maybe I was holding on to hope he’s going to spare my life, if he remembered why we fell in love the first time he won’t kill me. I was a rabbit teasing a wolf, and eventually the wolf is going to eat me, but I can’t fight how I feel any longer. I can’t fight the way he makes my body hum or how every time I’m around him, I’m a bomb waiting to explode. His hands get tangled with my silky hair, and he pulls back.
“I’m going to reward you,” he states, tugging on the waistband of my sweatpants and yanking them down. My red lacy panties are exposed, and the cold air nips at my skin, sending a trail of goose bumps all over my flesh.
“For?”
“Being a good girl.”
He removes my panties and sets them next to me. My pussy is exposed, and the air hits my clit. Pure arousal stabs my lower belly, and my heart races like a wild horse. I want him to fuck me so hard that I won’t be able to walk. But I can’t help but think about the things he did to me. The way he made me kill Benny. He promised me he wouldn’t. I’m so angry at him for kidnapping me and locking me up as his little whore. I’m mad at him for demanding I tell him why I left. Because I’m not ready to share. He keeps chipping at a piece of me, and it hurts. Yet, while he’s hurting me, it feels as if our souls are linked to each other. Time seems to stop around us, and my heart swells in my chest as he eyes my core and licks his lips as if he’s about to feast on his favorite meal.
Tears burn in the backs of my eye sockets. I don’t want to be vulnerable with him. I don’t want him to see the pain he inflicted on me. He is breaking me down to nothing, and it’s moments like this, when he’s sweet to me, that confuse me and take me back to a time when we were in high school. A time where our love was carnage. A time where our love ran wild and free. A time where I thanked the universe for sending me a broken teenager who wanted to be accepted by his family.
I pull away from him, turning my head. I hope he won’t feed off my emotion and use them against me.
“You keep breaking my heart.”
He places his hands on my waist, and his gaze meets mine. His eyes are intense, and sadness engulfs them. This is the first time he’s shown me how broken he was about our breakup. Normally I’m greeted with anger and bitterness, but now his eyes dance with loneliness. “You broke my heart a long time ago, so now we’re even.”
