Page 4 of Slayin Villain
“You still are.But it doesn’t mean I don’t want your ass wearing my name.”His voice dipped lower.“Every brother’s been starin’ since you came outta your shell.And I catch one more prospect lookin’ at your big jugs, I’m gonna beat the ink off him.”
Heat flushed through me.Not just lust.Emotion.Need.I felt seen.Like I wasn’t just some thick girl riding biker dick for fun.Like maybe I belonged.For once.
“You wanna brand me?”I whispered while trembling.
He leaned in, kissed my neck, then my ear.“I wanna mark what’s mine.”
I swallowed hard, biting back a smile.“Then do it.”
He smirked and winked.“Soon.I’ll get my name tatted on you.”
“Villain or your real name?”
He stilled.
There it was, that flash of hesitation.The thing he always held back.He’d never told me his real name.Never told anyone in the club since coming to Nashville as far as I know.All I knew was that he had a brother in Knoxville and a past he didn’t speak of.
“Does it matter?”he asked finally, brushing my hair behind my ear.
I nodded.“Not to them.But it matters to me.”
His jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue.He pulled me onto his lap instead, settling me over the hard line of his cock.
“You’re trouble, baby,” he murmured.“Soft and sweet and built like a fuckin’ dream.I should lock you up.”Licking his lip, he looked absolutely divine.
I rocked against him.“Then why haven’t you?”
“Because I’m not ready for what happens when I do.”
I kissed him slow.Deep.And in that moment, I believed it.Believed he meant it.Believed he wanted me.
And if there was another woman in his life, he’d done a damn good job hiding it.
Because right then?
It felt like I was the only one he saw.
Chapter 2
Villain
Rachel was asleep in my bed, wearing one of my old shirts like it belonged to her.Like I belonged to her.
I sat on the edge of the mattress, boots on, cigarette burning low between my fingers.I didn’t move.Didn’t breathe too loud.Just stared at her.
The neon lights were off.She looked soft in the moonlight.
Not like most of the girls who passed through Royal Road, who laughed too loud and lied too easy.Rachel?She was real.Real curves.Real heat.Real trouble.
And that was the damn problem.
She was too good.
Not in a white-picket-fence kinda way.No, Rachel knew how to take a shot, start a fight, ride a man raw until his knees buckled.But underneath all that fire?There was something I couldn’t touch without burning.
Hope.
She still had some.
