Page 76 of Evil Villain (The Royal Court)

We walked away from the curb and made our way down the street away from the club. We crossed the street and continued down the block, and Deon finally stopped in front of one of downtown Postings’ fancier hotels. He pulled on the door and guided me inside, and my heart leapt with excitement. Deon kissed me, then left me standing in the lobby so that he could approach the desk. I was a little surprised to see him pull out a wallet and brandish a credit card, because it didn’t seem like he would have access to those resources yet, but then I remembered a moment between Nathan and I before I went to go and visit with Venom.

“You look tired. Is everything okay?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Nathan said. “I’ve just been getting everything set up for Deon.”

“What do you mean?” I said.

“I’ve gotta make sure my brother is set when he gets back. There’s a whole life he didn’t get to live that I hope he can from now on.”

Nathan worked with Deon’s parole officer to get his warrant revoked, bought him a brand new car for his birthday, and made sure he had keys to both the main house and Nathan’s house on the Loche estate. It wasn’t a major jump to think that Nathan made sure Deon was set financially as well. If I knew Nathan at all, and I’m pretty sure I did, he probably loaded a card with hundreds of thousands of dollars and told Deon it was his share of their family funds. The fact that neither of them told me that was actually a little enlightening and encouraging. If they had brotherly things, they were developing a trust in one another, and that was good.

After about ten minutes, Deon came back with some paperwork and a couple of keycards in hand. He had a huge smile on his face and snickered when he got to me. “I don’t think I’ve ever indulged in something like this before. It was weird.”

“Yeah, getting used to being rich is strange,” I said.

He closed in on me and placed a hand on my head and pulled me up into a kiss. “It’s worth it for this though.” His voice got low and unbelievably enticing. “Don’t expect me to be as quick to fire as I was last time.”

I smiled. “I’m looking forward to it.” We walked over to the elevators and climbed on. Deon swished his card key in front of the scanner on the elevator, which allowed him to press one of the top buttons labeled for the suites. “A whole suite?”

“This is the kind of stuff I always dreamed of doing for you,” Deon said. “A night out, ending in a beautiful hotel room overlooking the city. This is me just trying to get back to where we were supposed to be. To make up for lost time.”

The elevator reached the floor we were riding to, and Deon had to set the key card in front of the scanner again to get the doors to open to let us out. The doors slid apart and opened into a stunning hotel suite overlooking downtown Postings. The lights from the buildings below were lit up and were casting a beautiful glow into the hotel room. We walked through the front hall and into the living room. There were a few couches situated around a fireplace against one wall, and a chez sitting in front of the windows that viewed the city. There were a couple of other doors that probably led to a bathroom and bedroom, but Deon and I wouldn’t know that for some time.

We tossed the few things we had on us onto one of the tables and then Deon led me over to the chez. He laid down across it and pulled me down on top of him and I blanketed myself over him. His hands threaded into my hair and I smiled at him.

“I love you so much,” I said.

“I love you,” he said. “I hope you’re okay with not getting much sleep tonight.”

A smile rose to my face. “You have no clue how okay with that I am.”

My lips found his in the darkness lit only by the lights from outside, and his hands slid down my back and over my ass. He squeezed as I curled against him, already feeling his arousal poking up. My hands dipped between us to fiddle with the buttons of the button-up shirt he’d donned for the night out. At first, I was just trying to get the buttons undone, but then I got annoyed. I sat up enough to get a hand between a couple of the holes and I yanked, snapping the buttons and sending them flying around the room.

“Holy shit,” Deon said.

“I was over those fucking buttons.”

I unwrapped the shirt from his torso and slid it away, then grabbed the base of his undershirt and pulled it up and over his head. If it was even possible, his abs, arms, and pecs were evenmoredefined than they were when he first got out of prison. Maybe it was just because I was so excited to see him when I first got to Felicity’s, but I hadn’t registered that before.

But everything was registering now.

“You know,” I said. “You’ve never been properly punished for making Nathan convince me you’d died. Do you have any idea how much that hurt me?”

Deon looked up at me through sad eyes, shocked at the sudden turn. “Cherri, I—”

I set a finger to his lips. “Shh.” I stood up off the chez and walked over to the button-up I’d already destroyed and brought it back to Deon. “Rip the sleeves off of this.”

Deon did exactly that, grabbing the long sleeves of the button up and tearing each of them from the shirt. I tied the ripped sleeves together and then looped them around Deon’s eyes and tied them behind his head. He tensed up a little bit, but I noticed him growing larger in his pants and figured the frustration was probably more with still being sheathed than not trusting me to blindfold him.

Still, I wanted to make sure. “You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah,” his voice was gravelly and low and it sent a wave of chills crashing over my body.

“Good.” I leaned in and kissed him as I grabbed one of his arms to pull him to sit up on the chez.

I kicked my shoes off and then sat on the chez between Deon’s legs. I took his hands and guided them to my stomach, and he took over, sliding them up under my shirt. His big hands were enough to wrap fully around my breasts, which he did. “Skipped the bra, huh?” he said.

“And the underwear,” I replied.

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