Page 72 of The Villain

“God, yes,” I hummed, my head tipping back.

His tongue swirled and flicked with the expertise of a painter’s brush, creating a masterpiece of pleasure. I twisted my fingers in his hair, whimpering as I barreled toward another climax. And then his lips closed around my clit and sucked, and it was like a lightning bolt straight to my chest.

Thousands of volts of pleasure right to my core.

And then he did it again.

I came again, but this time, my cry blistered around us. It was too much—too intense. My heart galloped out of my chest. My lungs refused all oxygen. And for a second—a single split second—I swore I saw the shadowed outline of a man between my legs, the vague shadows of his scarred face hungrily devouring my pussy. And then the split second was gone, leaving nothing but the drowning sensation of his tongue milking my clit.

By the time any semblance of reality started to come back, I was convinced I’d imagined the image of him—an image that was both reality and fantasy at the same time.

“Good girl,” he rumbled against my sex, dragging his tongue in one more firm lick over me.

Darkness sparkled around me, my orgasm glittering the pitch black with a myriad of colored flecks. I hardly realized when he was lifting me and laying me back on the bed. Now, my limbs felt like stranded stars, waiting for gravity to pull them back into a familiar shape.

The warm fog of my orgasm eventually shifted into the cozy comfort of the sheets as he pulled them over me.

Just me.

I felt the small puncture into my blissful bubble. “Dare…” I felt his pause. “Will you stay?”

The second pause was even more painful in length.

“You should rest.”

That was a no.

His steps were quieter over to the door, almost like he didn’t want me to hear him go.

“You won’t even go one night without punishing yourself?”

His rough exhale was the brittle skeleton of a laugh. “To only have one night with you would be a punishment for every night for the rest of my life,” he said with such painstaking sincerity that my heart was still floating in the words when the door clicked shut behind him.

Chapter Fourteen

Dare

Ijolted awake when my foot fell off the edge of the couch. Not fell—Iwas pushed. Ty stood at the end, his arms crossed and a frown stretching over his face.

“Yeah,” I croaked and rubbed my face. “What’s up?”

His head cocked.“Why are you torturing yourself?”

I grimaced, burying down a groan as I sat up on the couch. I’d slept on the leather sofa in the rec room every night since Athena had taken over my cabin. One more dumb thing to add to my list of idiocies; there was a guest cabin with a perfectly good bed, but I couldn’t bring myself to sleep there. Not when I felt like I needed to be here—guarding the hallway and the elevator like there’d ever been a time or a possibility for someone to break into the compound.

I rubbed my face. “Not you, too.”

“Someone has to.You’re almost handling this badly in an impressive way at this point.”

I stilled, looked at him, and then laughed. “Fuck you.”

“I’m serious, Dare. Enough is enough.” He took a tone I hadn’t heard before—at least around me. It was almost…parental.

“I’m handling it—handling myself.” Lies tasted like acid on my tongue—the image of Athena, a fallen angel on her knees, her mouth stuffed full of my cock, and begging for more—more of all my broken pieces that would inevitably tear her apart. “Fuck,” I hissed and ran a hand roughly through my hair.

“Yeah, seems that way.” His sarcasm was unmistakable.

Tension pulsed through me.“Is that what you woke me for? To give me shit?”

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