Page 19 of The Heart of a Villain

The passenger door opens, the wind blasting into me and billowing my hair backward, when Rush slides his hands under my knees and lower back, lifting me from my seat.

“Rush,” George starts, fear coating his tone.

“Silence.” He utters the word calmly, and yet it holds so much menace my fingers curl into the jacket, while my heart gallops so wildly in my chest he must be able to hear it.

With this command, he goes inside the house while tension ripples through him, and he gazes ahead, all the staff getting out of his way. I see Jesse among them.

“Good luck,” she mouths to me, leaning a bit on a blond man who watches everything with wide eyes.

He must be her fiancé.

Rush moves toward the stairs, and the air I didn’t know I was holding inside my lungs slips past my lips, making me breathe a bit easier.

At least he won’t be dragging me to his dungeon, or whatever else he has on this island, where he must punish his victims. Does he even torture his victims here?

He takes two steps at a time, dread filling my bones with each thud of his boots, and my brows furrow when he passes by my room and heads straight to his.

“My room…?”

He ignores me and, in several short strides, reaches his wing, kicks open his door, and enters, shutting it with his foot.

I expect him to drop me on the bed, but instead he strolls to the bathroom, and I have a second to study the spacious place with a rectangular shower stall and a huge bathtub along with two sinks with bright lighting, the blue tile around us shimmering and reminding me of ocean waves during a storm.

He turns on the shower, the loud sound of water slapping against tile filling the air, and he finally puts me back on my feet, pushing me away and then removing my jacket so it drops on the floor. His clothes follow shortly after, leaving him naked to my gaze and my body proves to me once again how it can never be immune when it comes to him.

“Rush,” I say, trying to wiggle free from his hold, but he doesn’t let me. Instead, he grabs the lapels of the shirt I’m wearing and rips it, sending the various buttons flying around us. “Rush!” I yell in frustration mixed with fear, lust swirling in the pit of my stomach and gliding through my skin, awakening the dormant desires that feel so wrong.

Somehow, this display of dominance, and being alone with him here once again, brings back all the memories from the waterfall, placing us in a bubble of our creation where the outside world doesn’t exist.

He pushes me until I’m inside the stall.

“Rush.” My voice changes to pleading, as I’m too confused by his behavior to understand him. “Please, stop.”

My back slams against the wall as the hot water cascades on us from above, slowly creating a fog and enveloping us in a haze. My breath hitches inside my throat when he fists my lace panties, pulling at them until they dig into my core, sending electricity down my spine and alerting every nerve in my body.

“They’re your only saving grace right now, Aileen.” His other hand cups me, the heel of his palm pressing on my clit and driving me insane. “You ran away from me.” His index and middle finger settle on my lower lips, pushing at them. “Straight into his arms. Wore his shirt. Stayed at his house.” His fingers glide up and down my still-covered core that spasms with each slide as he presses even harder on my clit, making me see stars. “I should have tied you to my bed and spanked your ass until it turned red. Then fucked you so hard no one had any doubts who you belong to.” His fingertip sneaks inside me, circling around my opening, and I lean closer to him, our lips brushing against each other, and he whispers, “But I cannot stand his smell on you.”

Too lost in all the sensation and desire burning through my veins, blanketing common sense and right or wrong, focusing only on the pleasure this man can provide me, I reply, “He didn’t touch me or change my clothes. Emmaline did.” He relaxes just a little, his finger pushing a bit deeper. “We just almost kissed.”

The minute the words slip past my lips, I know I’ve made a horrible mistake.

His green orbs turn completely dark, and his voice sends chills down my spine while he squeezes my pussy so hard I gasp into his mouth. “He did what?”

And by the tone alone, I know I’m seconds from losing my saving grace protecting me from his torture.

I’ve awakened the possessive beast and now have to bear the consequences.

God help me.

CHAPTER THREE

“It’s dangerous for villains to fall in love.

Because we might not have a soul to speak of or compassion.

And in this, we will burn the world for the one we truly want.”

Rush

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