Page 9 of Slayin Villain
Her shirt rode up, exposing soft thighs, bare hips.No panties.Jesus.
“You really came here like that?”
“I didn’t want anything in the way,” she breathed.
I growled and slid a hand between her legs, found her pussy slick and wanting.She moaned and arched under me, nails digging into my back as I touched her just right.
“I should stop,” I said into her neck, though I had no intention of doing so.“I should throw you out, remind you this was a game.”
“Then why are your fingers still inside me?”she gasped, legs wrapping around my waist.
Because I didn’t stop.I couldn’t.
I pushed her shirt up, took her nipple in my mouth, bit down just enough to make her cry out.She bucked against me, grinding her pussy against my palm like she was starving.I watched her fall apart, hips jerking, lips parted, eyes glassy.
“Villain,” she begged, breathless.“Please.”
That broke me.
I undid my belt, shoved my jeans down just enough, and lined up.No protection.No promises.Just need.
And I slammed my dick into her like I was trying to fuck the guilt out of myself.
We moved hard and fast.Dirty.Desperate.Her hands in my hair.My name on her lips.The smell of sex filling the room.She whispered filthy things in my ear, and I returned every one with a hand at her throat, a promise I couldn’t keep.
It was chaos.It was wrong.It was perfect.
And when I came, it was with a snarl and her name on my tongue.
Not Rachel’s.
Not anyone else’s.
Just Ember.
Afterward, she curled against me like it meant something.
Maybe it did.
Maybe that was the problem.
I stared at the ceiling, the red glow pulsing against my skin like blood.My secrets didn’t feel as safe anymore.My lines were already blurred.
And somewhere outside that room, Rachel was probably still calling.
Still waiting.
And I was lying in bed with another woman.
Chapter 3
Rachel
I told myself I could handle it.
The open relationship.
The biker chaos.
