Page 24 of Slayin Villain
Not yet.
She crossed her arms.“Bad night?”
“Worse.”
“Rachel?”
“Won’t even talk to me.”
Ember sat down beside me, legs tucked under her.“Maybe she’s done playing second.”
My head snapped toward her.“She’s not second.”
Her lips twisted.“Could’ve fooled me.”
I didn’t answer.Just stared ahead.At the wall.At the cracks in the paint.At anything but her hot, wet mouth.
Ember was quiet for a beat.Then she said, soft, “Why’d you really come here?”
I looked at her then, really looked.Ember was wild and wrecked and beautiful.But there was something else now.Something softer hiding under the smart mouth and sharp edges.
“I don’t know,” I admitted.“Needed to get out of my own head.Needed to stop thinking about Rachel.”
“You’re heartbroken?”
“How’d you know?”I asked, knowing the answer.
“Rome,” she whispered.
“I don’t want to think…” I started, talking about Rome, but I meant about Rachel.
She leaned in.“I can help with that.”
She kissed me, slow.No show this time.No audience.Just her lips, warm and trembling, brushing mine like she meant it.Like she needed it too.
I pulled her into my lap, hands sliding up under her tank to find her hard nipples.Her skin was soft.Warm.Familiar now.
“You sure?”I asked, voice rough.
“Villain,” she whispered, straddling me.“I stopped being unsure the second you showed up the first time.”
I kissed her hard.Deep.And then we were moving.Tangled.Shirt pulled over her head.Her legs wrapped around me.Heat blooming between us like wildfire.
She moaned my name when I sank my dick into her, slow and deep, her nails dragging down my back like she needed to mark me.
Rachel would see it.If she came back.She’d be livid.And something about that spurred me on.
We moved together like it meant something.
Maybe it did.
She held me tighter.I kissed her slower.Her eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I forgot all about Rachel.Forgot about the patch-over.Forgot about the weight of every lie I was carrying.
It was just Ember and me and the blaze we couldn’t put out.
When we both came, it wasn’t rushed.It wasn’t angry.It was something else entirely.
Something I refused to name.
