Page 129 of The Villain

“Perfectly sore,” I tell him with a smirk. “Now scoot over and let me rest for a minute.”

He resumes his position on the couch and I flip the blanket over his bare lap, my lips twitching with humor. If he likes to be covered I’m going to have to buy a lot of blankets for this house. And more pajamas to cut off him.

I settle on the cushion, slightly propped up to let me breathe easier, and drape my legs over his lap. He watches me with a lazy expression of contentment as I fall asleep.

I wake once when my text chime goes off and watch as he answers it as if it’s his phone. It makes me smirk as he gives a light laugh at whatever he sees. Then I fall back asleep.

A hard body gently covers mine and I open my eyes to Shade watching me. He’s already settled between my thighs, his cock already at the painful hardness I like.

“Can you take me again?” He asks in a hushed tone of concern.

“C’mere,” I whisper and wrap my arms around his neck.

He’s slow with it, bringing us both into a straining state and refusing to let us fall over the finish line. We’re both sweating as he starts getting faster again, getting closer and then slows almost to the point of stopping.

“Enjoying yourself?” I pant.

“Yes,” the pained sound of his voice makes it a lie.

“Let me feel you fill me up.”

His lips slam over mine in a harsh kiss to shut me up.

My fingers slide into his hair and pull him back. He moans, a heady sound and his hips buck.

“Evie,” his voice strains.

“Come on statue, let go,” I urge him. “It’s ok.”

“Fuck.” His cock begins to piston inside me as he starts to curse. Begging and demanding and then praising me as I cum, clenching over him. He picks up more speed and finishes with a gasp.

“Evie, I love you.”

His body goes boneless, pouring over me as I take it in.

“You’re mine.” The harsh grate of my voice is barely there as I stare, wide-eyed at the ceiling.

I’ll never let him go now. Even if he begs me.

24. I Want It All

Shade

Too soon. Fuck, what was I thinking?

I look down at Evie as I finish tucking her into the bed. She’s passed out and finally sleeping deeply. I noticed throughout the day that it’s only little increments at a time. And I don’t think she slept at all the night before. I’m hoping she stays asleep until I can get my ass under control.

I love you.

Fuck!

And she didn’t say it back.

Of course not. She can’t feel it.

That strangling feeling I’ve had all day starts to come back. I’m in love with her and I have been fighting it for a while. Possessing her was supposed to be enough. Keeping her close was supposed to tide me over. She’s so easy with me, accepting everything and giving back without complaint. I caught myself the first time I tried to say it and figured the scare would keep my mouth shut. Then it just fucking slipped out.

I go out into the living room and pace, my eyes straying to the couch as if it betrayed me. I’m wired. After falling asleep several times, and waking with her right next to me still, I’m all rested up and panicking.

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