Page 3 of Once A Villain

“Can’t. I have plans.”

“You never come out with us anymore, Rory,” she whines.

“I’ve got a busy life.” I shrug, wiping away the layers of makeup. There’s no point in explaining myself—she wouldn’t get it. Hell, I barely understand it myself. Her eyes are still glued to me, full of that silent, pleading hope. I flash her a smile. “Next time, I swear.”

She pouts, crossing her arms. “You better not cancel again.”

“I won’t. Promise.” We both know I probably will. “See you, Lana.”

With a reluctant nod, she leaves, and the door clicks shut. I rub off the last bit of eyeliner, letting the makeup remover wipe away more than just mascara. After a quick shower, cleansed skin, lighter foundation, just a touch of blush, and a swipe of lipstick—perfect.

I pull a brush through my long platinum hair, gathering it into a loose ponytail. Tight black dress, heels—my uniform for playing the part. One last glance at the clock. Shit. I’m late.

I quickly grab my purse and slip out through the back exit. Night’s fallen, the streetlights casting long shadows across the pavement.

A sleek black car pulls up with tinted windows and a polished exterior, the kind that screams “don’t ask.” I slide into the backseat, the cool leather pressing against my skin.

“You’re late.”

His voice slices through the dark car, cold and sharp.

“I was?—”

“I don’t care what you were doing,” he cuts me off. “I’m not paying you to be late.”

“Sorry, baby. It won’t happen again,” I purr, flashing my sweetest smile, the one that usually softens his edges. I know how to play this game.

“Better hope it doesn’t. I’m not a patient man.”

His tone drips with menace, but I know his limits. He wouldn’t lay a hand on me—at least not in any way I haven’t asked for. The man’s ruthless in business, but with me? Predictable.

Leaning in, I soften my voice. “I’m here now. And I’m all yours.”

With a grunt, he pulls me onto his lap, his lips finding my neck, stubble scraping against my skin.

The life of a Sovereign Servant—I’m bound to their every twisted and depraved need. They don’t settle for the illusion of submission; they want the real thing—control, ownership, complete domination.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the sex.I fucking love it.There’s no bigger high than the raw, electric rush of being at the mercy of a Sovereign. From the moment one of them first took me, I was hooked. Addicted.

But once you take the oath, there’s no turning back. You’re theirs. Body, soul,everything. It’s not a choice anymore; it’s a sentence. Your life revolves around their whims—sex, parties, whatever the fuck they want.

After a few years of being their little “Sovereign Slut”—that’s exactly what they call us—I started seeing the cracks. The life-draining parties. The control. The power games. They even control Servants’ contraceptives, forcing birth control or IUDs until a Sovereign decides otherwise.

Slowly, quietly, it ate away at me. So, I did the unthinkable: I built something of my own. My money. My rules. My clients.

The car stops in front of his penthouse apartment. It’s lavish and over the top, just like the man himself.

“Take off your clothes.”

“Yes, sir,” I purr, playing the obedient role like I always do, though we both know who’s really in control. I flash him a teasing smirk as I strut into the building, his hungry gaze burning through me.

I slide my fingers to the zipper of my dress, dragging it down slowly, giving him a preview. Red lace. He groans, and the moment the elevator doors shut, he’s all over me. His hands are rough, impatient, yanking the zipper the rest of the way. The dress pools at my feet. He pins me to the wall, his breath hot against my skin. He likes it rough, filthy—just the way I want it.

He’s a regular. Always after midnight. No personal details. Probably has a wife at home. But I don’t ask, and he doesn’t tell.

“Fuck, Jade, you’re so fucking sexy.”Jade. That’s all I am to him. A name, a fantasy. He doesn’t know who I really am—and none of them ever will.

His hands roam, lips tracing fire down my neck. Fifteen grand for a night of pleasure? Easy money.

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