Page 65 of The Heart of a Villain

A heart that craves a villain with all its might and finally allows itself to focus on such emotions because it has an explanation for his actions.

Actions that are horrible… but they shine light on his dark nature and in this case his nature is the one I can live with.

Maybe I was always destined to choose a man of his caliber.

After all, I grew up with such men.

His shifts lower and I still when his lips settle on my shoulder, the light touch breaking goose bumps on my flesh. “Because part of my obsession with you is making sure you’re happy. Can you believe that?” He chuckles, the rumble in his throat tickling my skin as warmth fills every bone in my body from his words. “I’m selfish and greedy, but when it comes to you… I transform into someone I don’t recognize and I hate it.” His hips bump into me, a gasp slipping past my lips at my ass connecting with his hard-on, noticeable even through the thick jeans. “You’ll never settle for anything less than the best, won’t you, princess?” His mouth travels up to my neck as he presses small kisses on his way and then his hot breath tickles my ear when he whispers into it, “And best entails saving your father from his unfortunate fate.”

I still at this, scrunching my eyes at the images painting in my head when two monsters meet in order to end one another and think they have the absolute right to do it.

What happens when one of them is wrong, though?

What happens then?

The situation with my kidnapping escalated to such proportions that none of them seek mercy and only wish for vengeance, which means rational mind will not exist between them.

“A chance,” I whisper when he bites on the crook of my neck, his fingers brushing over my exposed skin, painting something on me, using me as a human canvas, and just the prospect of seeing his art on me… awakens a lust-filled woman in me wanting to experience such a thing.

His art would be like a mark of ownership, forever chaining me to him, and despite how irrational such thoughts are, I crave them nevertheless. Swallowing hard, I repeat, “A chance. I’d like you to give him a chance to explain. That’s all I ask.”

My gasp echoes in the room when he grabs the lapels of my dress and tugs me back, my nipples aching at the contact with the cloth again while his lips graze my earlobe. “That’s all? You might as well ask for the fucking moon, princess.” A beat passes and his hold on the dress tightness. “I want to grant your wish. And that shows you how much power you have over me.”

Hope flares inside me at this statement, so bright I let myself believe that at the end of it all he will do the right thing and whatever shakes us both whenever we are in each other’s presence is strong enough to fight with his revenge.

Only then we have a chance and I want that chance so badly, common sense can shut the hell up. I’ve followed it and all the rules my whole life. Don’t I deserve for once to be reckless and choose something for myself?

“Take off your shoes,” he orders and I slip them off, the cold floor numbing my feet.

His pulls the zipper the rest of the way and sways back a little, letting it slide down my body and drop by my feet, leaving me standing in see-through lacy panties.

He pushes me forward, making me step out of the dress that he kicks away, and moves me toward the mattress, my back still pressed to his chest while he pulls at the skin on my shoulder so hard, the sting travels over my nerve endings that he quickly soothes with a long lick, shooting desire straight to my clit, and my core dampens, the panties sticking to me and probably not hiding my need from him. “I want to claim you here, princess. In the place where my dark and disturbing soul soars.”

My core spasms at the possessiveness and the significance of the place it holds and we move closer until the tip of my feet touch the mattress.

His hand glides down my waist, gripping my hips hard, and I moan at his fingers digging into me before gasping when he bends me forward, leaving me no choice but to end up on my knees on the mattress and lie on my stomach, the texture incredibly soft.

I sigh in wonder, then he gathers my hair in his fist and throws it to my other side while his hot and wet mouth drops on my nape, gliding down my back, sending prickles of fire all over me, and my nails dig into the mattress, crumpling the sheets around me. “Rush,” I say, my voice hoarse and needy.

“Your body is an art form that should be admired by many as something so perfect shouldn’t exist.” His mouth skims lower, his teeth scraping against me, and I jerk when he bites on my ass cheeks through the lace. “I’m too fucking jealous to ever allow it, though. Your body is mine and exists only for my pleasure.” He traces the edges of my panties with his tongue before I feel his thumb hook into the fabric and he slowly slides them down, biting and kissing on the exposed flesh, my moans echoing in the night.

He digs his fingers into my hips and then lifts me up, my ass pushed toward him where he finally rips my panties. He clicks his tongue and the sound causes hot flushes on my skin. “You’re dripping, princess.” He grabs my hair again and then tugs on it hard until I sit up between his thighs, my back once against pressed to his chest. I gasp when his other hand settles on my center, the heel of his palm pressing on my clit while he cups me, my body rocking at the contact and weeping in relief that quickly turns into agony. “Tight little thing. But not innocent anymore, is it?” He suckles on my earlobe before biting on it and a breath escapes me. “No, not innocent.” His fingers glide up and down my slippery walls before circling around my opening. “Eager for me to fuck it hard.” Pleasure spreads through me in waves when he enters me, my pussy clenching around the digit and sucking it in, and I sob because it’s not enough to sustain the hunger clawing at me from the inside. “What do you want, princess?”

The words are out before I can stop them. “Your cock.”

He growls and by how he presses his pelvis into me tighter, his hard-on rubbing and leaking pre-cum on my ass, it lets me know that the answer pleases him. “You want it here?” He pushes his finger deeper and I’m about to clamp my thighs together but don’t get such chance.

He takes it out and moves it upward from my navel to my collarbone, smearing my juices all over me, when he finally reaches my mouth and rubs it over my lips, my scent teasing my nose. “Or here?” He slips his finger in and I lick around it, loving the taste of me while imagining him in my mouth. “Ah, such a skillful mouth.” He removes his finger and pulls at my hair, angling my head toward him so he can lean forward and trap my mouth in a bruising kiss, his hand dropping on my stomach and holding me still while mine covers his, my nails scraping at his skin, which makes him growl, the sensations driving me insane.

His every touch throws a veil around my heart and mind, merging them in one and seeking him alone in this darkness that appeared in my perfect and structured world.

My groan of protest rocks between us when he ends the kiss. “My greedy, greedy princess.” His lips shift to my ear and he whispers, popping more goose bumps on my flesh. “I told you I’m selfish.” That’s all the warning I get before he loosens his hold on me and I drop forward, only to squeal in surprise when he flips me on my back, pushing my thighs apart and making room for himself looming above me. “And when it comes to your pleasure and body, I’m not just selfish. I’m fucking obsessed.”

His splayed palm lands on stomach, and he immediately moves it upward, his hot touch unnerving me. He reaches my throat, squeezing it as he lifts me up a bit, my back arching, and simultaneously he leans forward until our mouths are inches apart. “You won’t be playing tonight, kitten.” Our breaths mingle together and he delivers a short, yet hot kiss. I curl my toes into the mattress. “Tonight, the villain will feast.”

I drop back on the pillow with my hair splayed around me. He puts his hand beside me when he skims his mouth under my chin, nipping on it before moving to my throat and sucking hard, drawing the skin between his teeth. “Rush.”

He skims his lips over my collarbone, dipping lower, and drags his mouth to my nipple, coating it in his saliva before flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

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