Page 47 of Redeeming the Villain

The words fall from my lips without my consent. “Fucking hell.”

My gaze flicks back up to her face. Her lips are parted, and her cheeks flush a deep pink, almost matching those pajamas that are teasing me with the way they hug her body.

But her eyes … her eyes are otherworldly—bright, stark blue. Like the sky on the clearest day. Or the lightest part of theMorpho didiusbutterfly. Right now, they are wide, stretched with caution and a pulse of something resembling … desire.

As if she forgot herself for a moment, she shakes her head softly, just enough for a few stray strands to fall into her face. Her hair is all disheveled and messy from her sleep. But with her body flushed and plump lips parted, she looks like she just got ravaged by me, and, fuck, I wish it had been me that left her like that instead of her sheets.

Although, if we had been together, there would be visible marks on her—collarbone, throat, thighs. I would pepper her with my sin, burning it into her skin with pleasure. Maybe a bite mark here or there.

She steps toward the door behind me as she clears her throat. “You need to leave.”

Right before she passes me, I throw my arm out, flattening my hand against the wall, stopping her from going any further. She slams to a halt, gasping with surprise as her hands latch on to my forearm as she braces herself.

She’s so short. I tower over her, the top of her head barely hitting my collarbone.

“Malik.” Her voice is breathless when she speaks, and I wonder if she feels the same way I do right now.

Leaning down toward her, I wet my lips. Watching her eyes fall to half-mast and her lips part, I whisper, “Say it again, baby. It sounds so good on your lips.”

Her eyes widen for a second, and she sucks in a breath. “Y-you should go.”

Delicately, I lift my other hand up to her waist, brushing my thumb back and forth on her side. A shiver runs through her, and I bite down on my lip.

She follows my gentle push like a good girl, backing herself up against the wall, and I take this perfect opportunity to cage her in. Positioning my left hand against the wall higher, I rest it above her head and slide my left leg to the outside of her tightly pressed thighs.

My right fingers sink in her side of their own accord, desperate to feel how soft and pliable she is. I want to mold her body around mine. Memorize the way it feels.

She looks up at me, her lashes breaking up her bright blue gaze. “W-what are you doing?” she asks breathlessly.

Turning my palm up, I drag my fingers higher up her waist, around the side swell of her breast. She shudders and bites down on her bottom lip.

Inching higher, my fingers trail across her bare collarbone and up the side of her neck.

Gently, I wrap my fingers around her throat, and her eyes widen in response.

“Don’t worry, Bug. I won’t choke you until you ask me to.”

Brushing my thumb back and forth, I can feel her pulse pick up at my words. She wants this too.

Dropping my head, I tilt hers up. “I hate you.”

She wets her bottom lip and wiggles her neck in my grasp. My dick twitches in my joggers, hard as a fucking rock.

Our bodies drift together, our lips ghosting across one another as a shock runs through me.

Her warm breath skirts across my lips, her voice so soft that her words are almost inaudible. “Then why are you here?”

Shit.

I don’t fucking know.

I stay quiet because I don’t have an answer.

Staring down into her eyes, I take a shaky breath.

The small amount of mental effort it takes to process her question does just enough to clear my mind. Just enough to make me realize that I’m a second away from pinning her to the wall and kissing her senseless.

I shouldn’t be here.

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