Page 125 of The Villain

His tone has turned cautious now and I smirk at him. None of these reveals mean anything to me. He quit and they can respect it.

“That means that my quitting may have consequences.”

Because no one listens to a word he says. I nod.

“For you.”

I start shaking my head as I sigh. I don’t even know where the sound came from but it expresses my frustration better than anything else.

“I’ll deal with it,” I tell him patiently.

“Evie, they are dangerous and I don’t want them anywhere near you.” His angry tone is very forbidding. “They think I’m a leak but they haven’t found any evidence of it so I’m not on a list. I guess I’m lucky they’re suck ups or I would have had to kill them years ago.”

My eyes narrow on him as my fingers trace his cheekbone. It’s not hard to figure out that the team was supposed to be keeping tabs on him for Matthias. The leak information is a twist I don’t like.

“I’m not a fucking leak,” his teeth grind as he says it and I shake my head with a frown. Yeah, he probably told Tera everything and now he’s telling me so technically he’s wrong. But there isn’t a chance in hell either one of us would talk. So, if it isn’t us, who’s the leak? Or is there one at all? It could be an easy excuse to get rid of Shade at any time.

I wonder how mad he would be if I walked up to one of them and asked at knife point. Not exactly keeping his secret but oh so tempting. They couldn’t blab if they were dead.

First things first he needs his own phone. I can start getting a bit of info from Tera so I can figure out how to proceed. Wholesale slaughter is always an option but I find myself wanting to spend my time with Shade instead. It’s odd but acceptable. Besides, it’s Tera’s birthday and I don’t want to bother her when she has a surprise waiting from her men. They won’t come after him here. And if they do I’ll kill them on the lawn.

Shade’s face is starting to close up and I kiss the tip of his nose.

“I don’t want you worrying about this.” I run my hand through his hair as his lips part in surprise.

“You… what?”

“They can respect your decision to leave or suffer the consequences. Now help me get dressed so we can get you a phone.” I pull my hand up, tugging his along with it and smirk. “I’ve never gotten dressed with handcuffs on before so you’ll have to guide me.”

His eyes seem to glaze over as he gapes at me. I’m watching his brain reboot in real time. I glance back and try to snag my phone but he catches me before I can reach it. His expression has become bewildered, which is still a picture worthy look but I wanted the other face first.

“I can always take them off,” he says in irritation.

“Or,” I lean my weight into him, pressing the apex of my thighs against his suddenly interested cock. I nibble on his neck with barely there bites and grind over him.

“Or?” He asks and presses his face into my shoulder. His hips rise to meet mine and I smile.

“You could leave them on all day. I don’t mind public displays of affection from you.”

He chokes on whatever he was about to say and starts laughing.

I reach between us and slide my fingers into his pants, cupping him against me as I grind. The laughter stops as his teeth bite into my shoulder hard enough to have me gasping. His hips rear up, lifting me and his other hand yanks his pants down far enough to free his erection.

I take the open invitation for what it is and slide him inside me to rock over him.

“Tea first,” I pant against his ear as he groans. “If you’re good I’ll make you cum in the truck. Then phone.”

I lose my breath as he starts meeting me, bouncing me in his lap. I brace myself on my knees, letting him work himself inside me as roughly as we both want.

“Evie,” he moans as his teeth let me go. His head lolls back, his eyes squeezed shut as he moves.

“Shh,” I whisper against his lips and start languidly rolling my hips to change the angle and tempo to a more relaxed pace. “You’ll cum soon. I can’t leave you wanting when you need it this much, can I?”

His eyes open to watch my face as I move. He leans up to press a kiss to my lips and joins me in the unhurried pleasure.

“A phone,” I whisper and pant as I strain to hold off so I can tease him for a little bit longer. I can feel a heavy pulse starting up in my clit, the need to cum rising but I want this for him just as much as I want it for myself. “Then I can fuck you in the truck.”

“Shit,” he chokes and tries to take over. I’m not having it. I keep my position and meet his hungry gaze flatly.

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