Page 128 of The Heart of a Villain

“Am I forgiven?”

The air stick in my lungs at his question while thousands of thoughts swirl inside my head, one more hectic than the other, yet the overpowering feeling of love fills me to the brink.

“Are you mine, baby?” A hot flash slides through me, shaking me in waves when he leans closer and whispers into my ear, “Does this body”—he presses himself into me, his hard-on digging into my stomach while a raspy breath escapes me at the feel of his heated flesh against mine—“belong to me?” By the way he words the question, though, possessiveness and satisfaction ringing in his voice, he already has all the answers he needs and just requires my verbal confirmation. “Does it, baby?” His mouth hovers above mine while our eyes lock in a stare, his hot and mine desperate, while thousands of goose bumps pop on my skin, the tickling sensations only highlighting my senses that beg me for a relief only this man can give me.

I place my splayed palm on his chest, my fingers curling on the hard as granite muscles that flex under my touch, and I lick my lips and by how his orbs flare, I know he hasn’t missed it. “When my parents come back…what will happen?” The letters opened up his heart to me and all the wooing done in the last week shows me that he does love me, and is willing to try to exist in this world of mine without trying to imprison me in his castle, although all this is an illusion anyway, right?

I’ve been his since the moment he decided to use me in his vengeance and even when he stayed away, my body and soul were his, waiting for him to come to terms with his actions.

Sooner or later, his self-imposed control would have snapped and he’d come after me, everything else be damned.

Because villains don’t wait and beg. They take and conquer.

He cups my cheeks, his thumb gliding over my chin before he tips my head back, bringing our mouths even closer to each other, and his hot breath fans my face, his scent teasing my nostrils, and I clench his sweater harder in my grip. “I will talk to Lachlan and face whatever wrath he deems necessarily.” He must read the confusion and fear on my face as he adds, “However, no matter his decisions or fury, we’ll be together. For no storm in this world is powerful enough to separate us.” A tear slides down my cheek and he catches it with his lips, leaving burning imprints on my skin. “You’re mine, Aileen. And no one will take you away from me ever again.” His grip on my chin tightens, earning himself a gasp. “Believe that.” His harshly spoken promise heals the reaming wounded parts inside me that still bled from his indifference all these months, even if he stayed close and spied on me.

Love should always be freely given but also freely expressed without fearing what everyone says or thinks, and I guess in this regard we’re both guilty of such crime.

Because when chips were down, somehow both of us chose my father’s feelings over our own and this shouldn’t have happened.

Even the most beloved parents don’t get to decide who you love and with whom you should be.

“Aileen,” he whispers into my ear, his palm skimming lower until it circles my neck, wrapping it around my throat, yet his grip is gentle, which contrasts with the absolute dominance rocking off him between us. “Who do you belong to, baby?”

“Myself,” I reply and he leans back, blinking in surprise, and a bubble of laughter escapes me at this shocked expression, so I pull at his sweater, our bodies practically plastering against each other. “And to you. Always you and only ever to you.”

His mouth slams on mine, swallowing my moan as his tongue slips inside and roams, seeking mine, tangling them in the passionate kiss that consumes me, burning everything in its wake.

The outside world, the rules, right or wrong don’t exist in this moment where only our feelings remain, driving us into the powerful abyss that knows no sorrow and thrives on lust and love so strong, it feels as if it has the power to drown you.

And yet, you’d welcome such death, wishing to die over and over again if it means experiencing all these emotions again.

My moan echoes in his throat when his hold on my neck tightens, and his other hand slides under my ass, my veins flooding with fire and desire threatening my sanity.

Arching my neck, I deepen our kiss with our tongues dueling against each other while he hikes me up, my legs circling around him, and we both groan when he presses his hard-on into my panty-covered core, the connection pulling at the strings of my soul while the lust rapidly grows within me, sending fire through me that burns me from the inside out.

He pushes me against the wall again, grinding on me while my lungs demand oxygen, and yet I keep our mouths locked together, every stab of his tongue staking claims all over me again, silently telling me that I belong to him and only him.

The villain doesn’t share and will kill anyone who so much as dares to think about stealing me away from him for my body knows and welcomes pleasure from only one man.

Him.

Tearing my mouth away from his, I gulp for breath while he tilts my head back and opens up my neck for his wet kisses, sucking on my flesh so hard he probably leaves a mark on it so everyone would know about his presence in my life.

My possessive man who’ll no longer be denied what’s rightfully his.

He bites on the crock between my shoulder and neck, the sting traveling through me, only for pleasure to blanket it when he soothes it with the brush of his tongue, sending arrows straight to my clit, and I tighten my legs around him, wishing for him to be closer to me even though there is no space left between us anyway.

He whispers above my skin, his fingers digging into my ass while his other one tangles in my hair, tugging my head back even more as he skims his lips to my collarbone, leaving wet traces in his wake. “Look at my girl all ready to be fucked hard.”

I close my eyes, welcoming everything he gives me while complete bliss surrounds me.

“What do you want, baby?”

His deep and husky voice is an aphrodisiac in itself for it makes everything inside me go quiet and only listen to him as if he has power over me that urges me to follow all his commands because my body craves nothing more but to submit to him.

And why wouldn’t it?

Everything I know I learned from his touch.

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