Page 25 of The Heart of a Villain

And along with it, my chance at love.

For how can a villain love if he doesn’t have a heart?

Aileen

“Rush,” I say in the stretched silence while he removes the hand from my core and reaches for the soap. “It happened by accident,” I add quickly, terrified of what he might do next.

What if he goes to his brother and tries to kill him?

Rafael is an entailed asshole but seems to love his brother and I really don’t want to come between them, especially since nothing happened.

Instead of acknowledging my words, he spins me around to my loud gasp and presses me to the wall, making me splay my palms on the cold tile, holding my balance while he slowly starts to glide the soap over my skin from my nape and skating to my back, his powerful presence along with the steam rising around us, creating a rather wicked and forbidden atmosphere, sending scorching heat through me.

And the panic swirling inside me only adds to the excitement and anticipation blazing my veins, goose bumps breaking on my skin. Swallowing hard, I add, “I thought it was you.”

The soap pauses just above my bottom and I groan when he puts his hand on my stomach and brings me close, his hard-on digging into my ass while he leans closer to my ear, his fingers cutting into my skin. “Why would you think that, Aileen?” He bites on my earlobe, earning himself a whimper before sucking on the flesh and then running his nose in the crook between my neck and shoulder. “Didn’t you stab me?” He bites on my shoulder, and I hiss, the sting traveling through me, mixing with the pleasure slowly building up in me. “Quite the plot twist, isn’t it?” I can barely focus on his question when he grinds on me and then slides the soap to my front, gliding it from my navel up to my stomach and then right to the underside of my breast. “A Beauty who decided to the kill the Beast to end her suffering. And in a way his.”

“No,” I mange to say, hating how he turns everything in some kind of grand scheme, when all I did was survive.

How could I have done anything differently? Despite my desire for the monster who should be locked up for all the crimes he has committed, I was raised in a world where right and wrong were very firmly divided.

My body couldn’t rule my common sense even if my heart was torn between the two, but somehow right now…in this moment, my soul cries out to the traces of betrayal and pain in his tone that speak about the vulnerability I’ve never noticed in him.

“Oh, yes.” He soaps my breast, then the other before sliding the soap to my neck. The vanilla scent teases my nostrils, taking me a second to realize this is the kind of soap I use back home. “I got addicted to your scent, princess.” He throws it away and it falls with a loud thud somewhere, while I close my eyes when his hands rub my all over my body, the fingers digging deep into me and leaving no skin untouched. I gasp when he palms my breasts, squeezing them hard. “So much, I even had to have your soap in my bathroom to get off.”

I still the moan in my throat at the picture he’s painting in my head, just imagining this handsome and virile man stroking himself to the thoughts of me.

“Yes, you like it. Don’t you, princess?” He thumbs my nipples, pinching them and shooting electric arrows straight to my clit, desire swirling in the pit of my stomach and demanding one thing.

To be sustained by this man.

My hands fall on top of his, covering them and stilling them on me because the fire consuming me is almost unbearable. However, he has no mercy for me as he chuckles into my ear.

“Eager, are we?” One of his palms resumes its glide, moving upward until it settles right under my throat. “Do you like knowing how much the villain is obsessed with you, princess?”

I rest my head on his shoulder, exposing my neck to him, and his lips instantly press against my pulse, scraping his teeth over it, while lust blasts through me, awakening every hair on my body, craving his touch like my next breath.

“There has been no one else since my eyes landed on you all grown up all these months ago.” The air hitches in my lung at his declaration, loving it despite the disturbing consequences it has brought me. “I craved only you and no one else would do.”

I freeze when he wraps his hand around my throat, almost cutting my oxygen supply, the grip tight yet painless, however displaying his complete dominance over me. His other hand moves to my core, gripping it hard, and I groan at the contact, swaying my hips forward a little bit, only to be pushed back to his chest again, his pelvis pressing against my back.

“Months in which you dated a boy who kissed this mouth that belongs to me.” Possessiveness and fury coats his voice and while it shouldn’t turn me on, somehow the tension electrifies the lust around us, placing us in the vacuumed cocoon where our instincts rule us.

And right now my instincts beg for him to end this misery of mine and give my body what it wishes for so much. Tremors rush over me in crushing waves. “Rush, please.” I’m not sure what I’m asking because wanting to sleep with him while he’s in this state is dangerous, not to mention stupid.

However, common sense has left the chat, leaving only body and soul inside, which pull me only in one direction.

Toward him.

“You’re lucky I know my brother so well.” I blink at this and he elaborates while his fingers flex around me. “I’m sure he hasn’t done anything that would warrant his death.”

He turns me around, pulling us under the water right in the middle where it washes away the soap, letting it slide down my body while he fists my hair, tilting my head back, and my breathing speeds up at the sheer need reflecting back in his eyes, mixing with the deadly energy surrounding us, letting me know he isn’t kidding.

The villain would even destroy his own blood when it comes to me and the idea shouldn’t thrill me as much as it does, but I can’t help it.

Maybe I have a dark side too that shows itself in Rush’s presence. Only then do my vices feel safe enough to display their wishes and come out of hiding to play.

He removes the wet hair from my face and I close my eyes when the water falls on me rapidly, the hot jets nipping on my taut skin almost painfully while he rubs his thumb over my lips back and forth. “Don’t ever run away from me again, Aileen.”

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