Page 57 of The Villain

Wait? I couldn’t fucking move.Her small palm stopped me in my tracks like an arrow through my breast.

“What do you mean?” I rasped.

“There’s more…I can almost remember more.” Her chin dipped, and she bit into her bottom lip. Hard.Too hard.

“Athena.” I tried to caution her, but not in time. She cried out, and I caught her as she started to crumple forward.

“Enough.” I pulled her to me and steadied her. Her deep, gasping breaths of pain cut right through me. “Don’t force it. You don’t need to force it,” I begged, but the damage was already done.

I slid my hands to the side of her head, slowly massaging her scalp.The tension released from her shoulders after a minute, her breathing more even as she lifted her head.

“Shit,” I murmured. She’d broken the skin on her bottom lip, blood pooling on the surface.

“What—”

“Don’t move,” I ordered, the blood already smearing from that one word.

Fuck.I tried to focus on the injury, but what the hell was a little blood compared to the feel of her soft lip under my thumb.

“Your lip is bleeding.” There was no hiding the sudden roughness of my voice. Not when my thumb pressed to thefullness of that bottom swell, the edge of it just inches from the sweet haven of her mouth.

A little closer, and the tip would be between her lips. And if she sucked on it, my fantasy could easily exchange my finger for the head of my cock.

Motherfucking fuck—I was going insane.

“I need a tissue,” I ground out and started to pull away, but she clutched my wrist. “Athena?—”

“It’s okay.”

Too late, I saw the tip of her head. Too late to avoid being at the mercy of her tongue as it darted out and licked my finger.

I wasn’t going insane…I was going straight to hell.

I couldn’t move as the velvet tip of her tongue stroked over my skin, warm and soft and absolutely fucking sinful. I wanted to feel that tongue everywhere. In my mouth. Along my chest. Around my cock.Fuck…my heart rammed against the front of my chest. It wasn’t her blood that stained the pink of her tongue red, but the blood of my breath as she licked the very life from me.Again and again and again.

“Athena…”Her name came from some part of me that acted on its own—that begged with my very last breath to release me.

My finger was clean almost from the very first swipe, but she didn’t stop—and it wasn’t her fault. She couldn’t see the blood was gone, so only I was to blame.

I should’ve stopped her.I should be stopping her.

But I wasn’t.

The sight was too mesmerizing. The fantasies it inspired were too fucking addictive. And my cock was so fucking desperate for her, I swore I felt every lick along its throbbing length.

My eyes started to drift closed.This was it.I was too fucking weak to resist her. Too fucking deprived to have thestrength to withstand this torture. I was going to give in to what we both wanted and fuck her on her childhood bed and make a twenty-year-long fantasy come true.

And then a crack of thunder boomed so loudly outside, the windows shook, and Athena jumped back.

Air hissed through my lips like a punctured balloon.

“Did I get it?” she murmured and slid her pink instrument of torture along her lips.

You got me. Straight to the chest. Center mass. One lick and I was a dead man walking.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” I managed to grind out in response, hating that it sounded like I was scolding her, but all of my strength was currently channeled much lower in my body to keep my dick from fucking exploding in my pants.

“It was my wound to lick.” The softness of her voice let me imagine for a second that she was talking about me—like I was the injured, broken piece of her she had the power to heal.

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