Page 118 of The Heart of a Villain

“I’m not yours,” I repeat again, swallowing hard as his muscles grow rigid next to me and he leans closer, his scent disturbing my senses while the possessiveness emitting from him makes me shiver.

His hand drifts to my neck, leaving goose bumps on his wake, and I gasp when he wraps it around my throat, his thumb settling on my pulse and squeezing it a little too tight. Enough for me to feel his hold but not enough to cut off my oxygen supply. “If you aren’t mine, whose are you then, Aileen?” His breath fans my neck when he places a kiss on my shoulder, shifting the coat to the side and opening up more skin to his wandering lips, gliding them up and down.

The book and rose fall to the floor when I grab his shirt, fisting it so hard the cloth crumples, and I whisper, “I belong to no one but myself.” The tension and lust grow in the air by the second, electrifying everything around us and creating a fire in the pit of my stomach that desperately needs to be extinguished.

His lips travel to my neck again, pressing against my pulse, and he whispers, “Do you?” He sucks on the skin, for sure leaving marks, and yet I’m powerless to stop him, gasping at thousands of sensations rocking through me, sending arrows straight to my core that dampens at his touch and reminds me how all these months I longed for the passion he has introduced me to. “Is this why your heart beats so wildly in your chest?”

Fisting his shirt harder, I arch back, giving him a better access to my flesh while he bestows light kisses on my neck and collarbone, practically merging our bodies in one, and despite the books digging into my back, I close my eyes at the pleasure filling every bone in my body.

I should stop this madness and run away, find solace in my friends and forever forget about the man who corrupted my mind.

My body, though? The one that he taught so well to react only to his touch?

It sways toward him, seeking the relief from the inferno swirling inside me and burning me, drawing me deeper in the sensual ocean that knows no mercy for me.

Because it shows me in all its glory how desiring and loving this man is not a choice.

It’s a curse no spell can ever break.

“Rush.” I trap the moan ready to erupt from my throat when his tongue licks over my collarbone, goose bumps popping up, and he traces after them, biting on the mounds of my breasts. “This is wrong.”

His hands slide the coat away until it falls to the floor, joining the book and the rose, and I sigh at the feel of his hot palms on me. “Wicked desires usually are, my princess.” He glides his mouth upward until he reaches my ear. “You belong to me, Aileen, only ever me.” Our eyes meet and my stomach dips at the desire shining brightly in them as he presses his thumb on my chin until it opens up for him, our breathing mingling together while he grins. “You don’t have to forgive me to acknowledge this fact.”

“No. This is lust and a mistake and—”

He swallows any protests I might have had with his mouth, engaging us both in a deep, powerful kiss that’s punishing in its nature as it reminds me about our connection and that nothing can ever break it.

As his tongue explores my mouth, claiming every inch anew, he stakes his invisible claims on me all over again as if warning anyone to even think about kissing me, announcing to me that I belong to him.

Each brush and lick deepen our kiss, connecting us in a wicked embrace where the outside world ceases to exist and the lust consuming us creates a cocoon around us, shielding us away from any judgment or worries.

The heat washes over me in waves, more powerful than the other, blazing me from inside out, and I gasp, only for him to push his tongue deeper, tangling with mine and not even letting me deny for a second our need for each other.

I whimper because this kiss shows me that no matter how much I try to run away from the truth, it stays all the same.

My body belongs to him and welcomes him despite the internal turmoil, the craving so intense, it slowly pushes all the common sense away.

My fate was doomed the minute he sneaked into my room all these months ago and introduced me to pleasure for after that I got addicted to dark cravings only one particular man can sustain.

Since my lungs scream for oxygen, I forcefully separate our mouths as we both breathe heavily, looking at one another. A hot flash zips through me when he steps back and removes his suit jacket, leaving him standing in the white shirt and pants, and I can see his perfectly carved six-pack through the thin cloth.

My hands are itching to touch him while my lips… my lips want to kiss him all over again just to bask in this moment when he’s close to me again.

He splays his palms on either side of my head, rattling the bookshelf, and several books drop to the floor while a raspy breath escapes me, his dominance only adding fuel to the already blazing fire in my veins and making me crave to experience it all in full force toward me. “Yes or no, Aileen?”

I scrunch my eyes at this question that asks me for consent and in this admitting to my desire.

Or rather…

How powerless I am against it.

And although I know it’s wrong, would it be so bad to indulge in it one last time? A goodbye of sorts to him and this need.

After the island, I longed for him because I didn’t think it was our last time. However, it’s different right now.

I’ll be brave and selfish for one last time before going back to my perfect existence, choosing myself rather than be the weak girl falling for a bad boy who ruined her for no other reason than he was hurting. “Yes,” I say, and he swallows my groan when he kisses me again, our tongues dueling for dominance while the newly found freedom sets me on fire, all the senses electrifying while his mouth owns me in ways I never expected.

He traps my gasp in his throat when his hand falls to my waist, his fingers digging into my skin, and then he hikes me up, my legs wrapping around him while his palm settles on my back.

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