Page 130 of The Heart of a Villain

How can a man heal if he hides his scars and doesn’t let me try to soothe them at least in some way?

Or maybe I’m the selfish one right now, demanding from my man something he’s just incapable of giving to another person, even to the woman he loves.

“Rush—”

“Okay.”

I gasp at his harshly spoken word coated in trepidation and determination alike as if preparing himself to face the consequences of his decisions and already expecting hideous results from it.

“You want surrender and control? You have it.” A smile tugs on the corner of his mouth, self-mocking in its nature. “Hope you’ll like what you’ll see, princess.” For a moment, it feels as if we are back on the island, in that dining room where he used my desire against me.

Two opponents preparing to fight for their lives as long as it ensures their victory.

Everything in me screams to go back on my word and keep the status quo after we just reconnected, but the stubborn part in me, the one who never settles for short on anything rears its head, and I straight up as an idea pops into my head. “I will.” Then I walk to my bathroom as his eyes trail after me. “Just a second, Rush.” With this, I shut the door and lean my back on it, exhaling a heavy breath while placing my hand on my rapidly beating heart. “What are you doing Aileen?” I ask myself the rather rhetorical question, still surprised I found the courage to say this.

I basically asked to have card blanche to seduce the man without even having a slightest idea how to do it!

I glance at my reflection in the mirror, groaning inwardly at my hair still damp from the earlier shower, and kneel down for the shelf under the sink, taking out a designer bag from it.

Getting up, I sway the lingerie I bought in a spur of a moment a month ago because I loved it so much and never possessed something daring.

Looking at my reflection one last time, I put the bag on the counter and take a deep breath, ready to do seduce the man of my dreams.

After all, it’s fitting, isn’t it?

When a princess tastes the forbidden fruit and soaks in wicked cravings, she can no longer live without it.

This seduction, though, is not about winning but gaining and showing.

Gaining the trust of a man who has been hurt time and time again… and showing him that I love every part of him.

Even the ones that make him a villain.

Rush

Thunder booms in the air despite the clear night sky lit by thousands of stars, basking moonlight on everything around me, mixing with the soft light coming from Aileen’s bedside lamp.

The wind slaps me on my face, billowing the curtains backward, and I grin, remembering how I used to sneak inside this room and do all the things to Aileen that made me hungry for more.

Sensual and forbidden things that I should have never indulged in with the innocent princess who deserved better, but I guess we established a long time ago I’m not a saint.

My cold heart warms just thinking about my woman, who currently must gather all her courage in the bathroom to use all the things I’ve taught her to call the shots between us.

Curious, curious, pretty, little thing eager to have everything and that includes my pain and scars.

Scars she has touched, seen, and one of them even left on my body.

And yet… never truly focusing on them like she wishes to do now.

Tugging on the back of my sweater, I take it off and throw it on the nearby lounger while slipping off my boots, my bare feet slapping against the marble, welcoming the uncomfortable sensations grounding me in the present and not allowing me to drown in the spiral of madness just at the idea of leaving my body to her mercy.

A body that faced so much hate when I wasn’t in control I lost count of all my agonizing memories.

Running my fingers over my hair, I spin around when I hear the door opening and almost come undone at the gorgeous view that’s my woman in front of me.

Her dark locks cascade down her spine in heavy waves, bringing attention to her flawless skin and delicate body covered in lacy black lingerie consisting of a see-through bra pushing her breasts close and making them stand out in all their glory. “Do you like it?” she asks, slowly twirling around and bringing attention to her panties that barely cover her pussy and her ass cheeks, my fingers itching to squeeze them and bite on them, leaving my marks on her. “It’s new.” She faces me again and slides her hands down her form, to the garter belt accenting her narrow waist and two small straps leading to her stockings wrapped around her long for miles legs, making me harder than ever.

The possessive beast in me ushers me to grab her, throw her on the bed, and fuck her so hard her throat will be hoarse from all the screaming while with every drive of my dick I’ll burrow myself deeper and deeper into her until she won’t know where I begin and she ends.

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