Page 127 of The Villain

He’s convinced I’m going to leave.

I just bought a damn house to be in the same town as him and Tera. He’s currently living in it. What more does he need?

When his cheeks gain the slightest bit of blush I know he’s aroused. I have no idea what causes it most of the time. He’ll glance in my direction for a split second and pretend that nothing is going on as his face reddens. It’s very slight, barely there. It’s quickly becoming my favorite expression. I just thought relaxed and happy were the best.

The first time it happens I wait for him to make a move. It’s obvious what the look is about because the blanket is draped over his lap and beginning to tent. He doesn’t do a thing about it and after a few minutes it subsides. The second time it’s the same thing.

The third time I don’t wait for him to initiate something. He’s obviously been trained to deny himself and I’m breaking him of it now.

I’m leaning against the armrest, fiddling with my phone when it starts again. He keeps his attention trained on the tv as I raise a brow and set the phone aside. When I take my legs out of his lap a frown starts until I slide over the cushion to rest my head on his shoulder. He seems pleased at the sudden affection and shifts to drape his arm over my shoulders, kissing my temple with a smile.

“Hi,” he says as if we haven’t been next to each other all day.

“Hi.” I move my hand down into the cushion and grip the cuffs he hid earlier.

He shifts lower on the couch until he’s slouching next to me, perfectly relaxed now. I watch as he brings an arm behind his head to prop himself up a little.

I shift my body, grabbing his arm at my waist to bring his hand to my breast.

His face turns toward me in surprise, his eyes brightening as if I gave him a gift.

I press my lips to his in a gentle kiss as his fingers tweak my nipple, reaching up to grab his other hand. It’s an awkward twist to yank his hand away and force it to join his other arm.

“Am I sitting still?” He taunts me with a smirk. He gets into the position perfectly.

“Lay down,” I move back, keeping the cuffs hidden.

His eyes narrow on my naked body as he shifts to lie on his back. He keeps his hands clasped above his head. So perfect. I almost don’t need the cuffs.

“Baby,” he licks his lower lip, eyeing every inch of my body.

I smile as I lean forward and cuff his wrists together. I tighten them down until they’re uncomfortably snug while I stare into his eyes.

He blinks in surprise as his pupils blow. He sucks in a sharp breath and tilts his head to see his hands.

“Stay,” I raise a brow as I leave the room.

The toolbox in the kitchen is full of knives as well as tools. I need to hide them in various places in the house at some point. I pick a stiletto and walk back into the living room. He hasn’t moved at all. The only way I know he hasn’t fallen back asleep is how hard he’s breathing as he waits for me.

When I stand next to him again he’s too focused on my breasts to see the knife. His hands are clenched around a cushion to keep still.

I yank the blanket off of him and grab the elastic of his pants, roughly pulling him up. A few quick slashes and the material parts underneath the band. His eyes narrow when I slow to cut through the elastic and he sees the knife.

“Evie,” he mutters in a warning tone. Despite his obvious caution his erection twitches with interest.

“You’ve been sitting over here all shy about making a move. You’re punishing yourself and I’m not having it.”

I slice down the leg of his pants. The move is fast but I’m practiced enough with knives there’s no risk to him. Not that I’ll tell him that. I cut through the other pant leg until I can grip the fabric in one hand and wrench it off him.

He’s fully erect in that painful, throbbing way I’m becoming addicted to. I straddle his lap, leaving one foot on the floor. The knife gets set on his chest, pointing toward his throat, as I position him to enter me.

I slide down him until I have the head inside and stop. I take the knife and hide it behind the couch cushion so I have less of a distraction.

My hips shift, barely taking him inside.

“Evie,” he grits out, watching himself hardly enter me before withdrawing again. The ridge of his head escapes and slowly goes back inside. The tease leaves me wet and needing more.

“When you need me, you say something,” I mutter, moving my hands to his abs so I can push his shirt up. I watch the muscles jump as he pants unevenly.

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