Page 4 of My Perfect Villain

Harmony was so pissed at Sofia’s drunken ramblings that she kicked Sofia’s legs out from under her with her stiletto pumps, knocking her to the ground. Sofia started to cry and scream from the pain of hitting the cold tiles. She ignored her, reaching down for her now broken glasses.

“Fucking hadenoughof you, Sofia.” She gritted through her clenched jaw. The lenses were cracked, and the bridge of the nose busted in half. There was no fixing them. Luckily, Harmony dug inside of her purse and pulled out her spare set of contacts. Ignoring Sofia whining on the floor, she carefully placed the contacts on each eye with her manicured acrylic nails. She may not be the most beautiful woman in the world with her small fupa, professional hairstyle, and proper glasses, but she loved having her nails done. That was the one luxury she afforded herself to look and feel beautiful other than some of her clothes.

Blinking, her blurred version went to sharp and in focus. Looking down, she realized Sofia had stopped her incessant whining. Sofia was passed out on the floor.

Ugh…

Reaching down, Harmony pulled her sister up and flung her so she could get an arm underneath her to support her back. Unlocking the door, she half-dragged Sofia out to the table where Tia and Angel were still laughing and carrying on with a new bottle of wine. Callie must have put it on the table while they were in the bathroom. The wine was gone from the floor and table, almost like it was never there. Harmony threw Sofia into the booth on top of Angel and Tia.

“Take her the fuck home. Let Alessandro deal with her ass.”

She turned on her heel and stomped out of the room. Without looking, she waved to Callie that she was leaving. She doubted she was able to see her through all the cigar and cigarette smoke. Throwing the door to the bar open, she took a deep breath of the warm night air. The smell of pine trees and hot asphalt was more comforting than the stale smoke. She tried to not let her tears escape her eyes as she walked to her car around the back of the building. As she reached for the door handle, she felt like something was wrong. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, and her gut told her to hurry and get in the car. Pulling the door open, she felt the sharp sting of something snake around her throat and a growing pressure causing her to choke. Grabbing up at her throat, she felt the familiar feel of a man’s arm. Another arm, clad in a white long sleeve, placed a rag around her mouth as she tried to scream. The only thing she could make out was there was a music note cufflink where the normal button would be.

It was just like in the movies. Slowly, everything went black.

Chapter 3

Darius

Darius’ target walked right past him into the back room behind the bar. He had to sharpen up and not let his cock lead the way. He wanted nothing more than to throw her down on his custom silk sheets and fuck her until she came around his cock and he himself climax deep inside her. But that wasn’t what this mission was for. This wasn’t a one-night stand mission with yet another unknown broad—this was business. He could hear yelling in the back, then the slam of a bottle. The bartender was going back and forth from the room to the bar, and he could tell by her expression the party was upsetting her. Classic sign along with the yelling that soon they would be leaving. He gulped the last of his cheap whiskey and placed a $100 bill on the table. Slinking out of the booth, he silently made his way outside. He walked around the side of the building away from the streetlights. In the shadows across the parking lot, he had a perfect view of the door. It wasn’t long until the door burst open, and there she was, stomping with fury around the side of the building to her car. The fury in her body only aroused him more.

He slunk from the shadows and slithered around the cars, watching her every move. She stood at her car, fumbling for her keys. This was the moment to pounce. Without a sound, he crept up behind her and took the chloroform rag out of his pants pocket. Swift as ever, he snaked his arm around her throat and pulled her toward him. She went to scream, but he had already moved in and placed the rag over her face. Instantly, she was limp in his arms. Scooping her up, his hands graced her ass as he pulled her up into his body. He felt his own body pulse and ache for her touch, and he had to remind himself of his own rules. He could not take this woman against her will, no matter how much he wanted inside of her.

He walked around the side of the car and opened the passenger door, placing her in the seat. He slammed the door shut and walked back around with her keys and climbed into the driver’s seat. Starting up the used Genesis, they left as silently as he nabbed her. Driving along the road to his safe house, he quickly pulled out his phone and called Eddie.

“Eddie. Got her. Prepare her room.”

Eddie didn’t even get a chance to say anything before Darius hung up.

The same smirk played across his lips.Time to come out and play, Alessandro…

Harmony

Where am I?

Through blurred vision, Harmony could just make out she was in a room on a bed. Her head was pounding and foggy.

What happened? How did I get in bed?

She tried to think back and remembered fighting with Sofia. There was the spilled wine, the stain on her dress, the fight in the bathroom, and the last thing she remembered was walking out to her car. So how did she get here?

Her vision started to clear. She realized she wasn’t in her own room. It had a large canopy bed complete with black silk sheets. The set of windows and a sliding glass door led out to a large balcony with a comfy deck chair and a table with an umbrella. Narrowing her eyes, she could tell there was an alarm attached to both the door and the windows and a row of small red laser lights went across the glass. An ornate oak desk was in one corner of the room. The desk had a basket of fruit with apples, grapes, and oranges. On the other side of the room was a small baker’s rack complete with tea and coffee cups and the largest variety of tea and coffee she had ever seen. Looking around the room she could tell she was in a mansion—the room was four times the size of her own apartment. A velvet, antique Victorian couch and chair were off to the side of the room by the bed facing the door. An 80-inch TV was placed on the wall in front of her.

OK…well I’m in a mansion. But what the fuck am Idoingin the mansion?

She got up out of the bed and walked over to the desk. Looking down, she realized she wasn’t in her dress. Instead, she was clad in a soft silk nightgown that barely went down to her thighs and had a high lace slit up the side.

I didn’t even wear this nightgown yet; I just bought it… Did I go home first?

While chowing down on an apple, the juice dripping down her chin, a soft knock came at the door. Before she could answer, the door opened. There in the doorway stood the man from the bar. She immediately felt the pressure grow inside her and the pulsating of her pussy was enough to make her drip between her legs. He stood there, watching her, leaning up against the doorway with one arm resting on the trim above him. He walked in, closing the door behind him. Yet again, his vibrant orange hair was slicked back, his white crisp silk shirt was perfectly tailored to his broad chest, and his purple dress pants she wished would show more than what it was offering. She caught herself staring at the zipper of his pants and turned her gaze away. She wanted to keep looking and give this man her famous temper that sent everyone else running and groveling at her feet. But for some reason, she also wanted to be on her knees in front of him, for more than one reason.

“I see you’re awake,mia curore.”

Harmony felt her cheeks grow hot. Did he just call her his heart?

She wanted him badly, but she had to stay strong and find out why she was here and what he wanted with her.

“Where did you take me? What do you want with me?” She crossed her arms over her chest, the coolness of the room forcing her nipples to peak and push against the silk of her nightgown.

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