Page 27 of My Perfect Villain

I retire to my office; there is much to do. Sure, I could follow and eat that sweet pussy of hers, but she needs time alone. She needs to understand that while I may be a bastard to her, I'm a beast that can also be reasonable.Fuck.The emotions swirling inside of me want her to like me.

I would even settle for lust.

Chapter Seven

Aribella

Midnight. I’ve waited until I can’t handle it anymore. I’m dressed in warm clothing, and while I don’t have shoes, I’ll figure it out. Escaping is the only thing important right now. Tiptoeing down the stairs, I make my way to the basement door. My heart is racing, and my palms are sweaty.It doesn’t matter.

I make my way down the basement stairs, and I see all the cat toys and the bedding. What?

“You are not supposed to be here,” the guard says from deep within the room. I gasp and take a step back. He’s holding my Espresso.

“Please let me have my baby.” I reach for him, but a hand grabs my shoulder, and I whip around. Vincent stands there, like an angry god waiting to smite me where I stand.

“This was a very bad decision on your part,mi reina.” He looks down at me with disapproval. “Mossimo, take the cat out back and make sure to dispose of it properly.”

“No!” I get loose from Vincent and run after the man named Mossimo. “Don’t. Please.”

Mossimo doesn’t touch me even as I claw at him to let my sweet boy go. It doesn’t deter him as Vincent grabs me by the waist and hauls me backwards. “Mi reina, calm down. You’ll eventually learn that it’s best just to do as I say.”

The door opens and Espresso is looking at me, meowing right before it closes. A gunshot rings out into the air, and I scream. My legs give out and I fall to the ground.

Defeated.

“How could you?” I whisper.

“Get up,” Vincent demands of me, but I don’t. I can’t. My world is spiraling, and I want nothing to do with him.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, it’s just an animal.” He rips me upward by my hair and drags me back up the stairs. “If you had behaved, you wouldn’t have lost your pet. Now stop fighting me.”

“Never, you beast.” I find my anger, and I lash out by kicking and screaming but it doesn’t do a bit of good—aside from making me feel better.

“I believe you are my pretty little beast after all. Look at you, drawing blood from my arm.” His voice is calm, collected. It scares me worse than anything he’s done so far. He’s just too calm.

“Let me go.” My demand falls upon deaf ears as he chuckles and flings me into his room. I’ve not been here, but I know it’s not mine. It smells of him, and I feel my body react.

“I told you I’d make you beg for my cock. It seems I’m going to have to give you a true lesson and take it.”

“What?” My eyes go wide with shock. Surely, he doesn’t mean he’s going to force himself on me…

“Don’t worry. You’ll enjoy everything I do. Unfortunately, I’m not patient enough to wait any longer. Now that you understand that if you act up again, you’ll be getting the same treatment Espresso just received.”

His words make me stop. Everything around me is crumbling down and my blood pressure is skyrocketing because the floaters are back. I sway, trying to get my bearings about me, but it’s not working. Vincent grabs my arm and sighs. “You’ve messed up your blood pressure again. Lie down,mi reina.”

I don’t fight him. I can’t. Not right at this moment. There’s too much fluttering about and I feel faint. Vincent strips my clothes off me and helps me lie back against the pillows. “There, deep breaths, Aribella. It’s going to be alright.”

Why is he being so kind to me now? He’s cruel and… and he killed Espresso. Vincent is confusing me more than I confuse myself. Whimpering, I close my eyes because it hurts to have the lights on.

“The cat?”

“He’s fine, Vincent.”

I must be dreaming. My cat is gone. Or is there another cat? Blinking my eyes open, I look around and see him and Mossimo at the door. Quickly, I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. If they think I’m awake, they will make me talk. I don’t want to right now.

No, I need to figure out why I keep having these fainting spells and how I can get out of here. I have no doubt Vincent will kill me, eventually.

“Thank you, Mossimo. Tomorrow, we shall discuss it more.”

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