Page 2 of Slayin Villain
Villain.
All ink and attitude, leaning against a support beam like he owned the place, which, technically, he didn’t.But damn if he didn’t act like it.Cut stretched tight across his broad chest, one boot planted, the other crossed over his ankle like time meant nothing.He was telling some story, I’d heard fifty-eleven times, and the guys around him were eating it up.But his eyes?
His eyes kept finding me.
He finished the story, shoved off the post, and walked straight over like he had a score to settle.
“You lookin’ at me or just checkin’ for weak spots?”he said, crowding between my knees with that lazy smirk I knew better than to trust.
“Depends,” I said, sipping my drink.“You planning on disappointing me tonight?”
His hands went to my bare thighs, slow, possessive.“Not unless you’re allergic to orgasms.”
I laughed.“Cocky.”
“Only ‘cause I got a reason to be.”
He leaned in like he might kiss me, but stopped just short, breath brushing my cheek.“Come to my room.”
“You always say that.”
“Yeah,” he said, lips grazing my jaw now.“But this time, I ain’t askin’.”
My breath hitched.“And if I say no?”
His hands tightened.“Then I’ll stay right here and make you wish you hadn’t.”
“Villain,” I warned.
“I’ll fuck you on this bar and make my brothers jealous.”
I slapped his shoulder.“Stop.”
“Done it before, and I’ll do it again.”
Biting my lip, I turned three shades of purple remembering that night.
“Red,” he murmured, like the word please.“Come to bed.”
God help me, I wanted to say no.Just to make him suffer.Just to keep the upper hand.But I set my drink down, wrapped my legs around his waist, and said, “Then what the hell are you waiting for?”
He carried me off the bar like I was nothing.And absolutely everything.Someone whistled.Someone cheered.
And I didn’t give a goddamn.Not that way.I cared the other way.I felt like Villain’s prize.
Because the way his hand slid under my skirt on the stairs?The way he whispered mine against my neck?
It was better than anything.
Better than breathing.
His room wasn’t fancy, but it was his since he moved out of the row of tiny houses behind the club.It was nice that he had a private room instead of bunking with his brother, Thorn.I’d felt he’d moved just for me.Dark walls.Big bed.Weapons on display like trophies.I’d lost count of how many times I’d been fucked against that padded headboard.
He didn’t take me straight to his bed.
No, Villain pinned me to the door the second it slammed shut, hands flat on my thighs, hips pressing me hard enough I could feel every filthy thought between us.
“You want me?”he rasped against my throat.“Gotta earn it.”
