Page 59 of Beautiful Villain


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And I needed more. So much more.

“Stop fighting,” I said as I moved to untie her. She flailed against me and once freed, she smacked her small fists against my chest several times.

“You bastard. You’re such a fucking bastard. How could… How could this happen? You? You fucking happened in my life. You ruined my life because…”

While she didn’t finish, there was no need. I’d never lied. I’d told her that one day I’d ruin her.

I allowed her to smack me several additional times then pulled her toward me, cradling her in my lap.

When she jerked her head up, the fire in her eyes matched the flames singing my insides.

Then she dug her nails into my chest as I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck.

This time, her request would be rewarded.

“Fuck me.”

* * *

Candy

Love. Hate.

The fine line had just gotten thinner.

He was dangerous and powerful, yet I’d seen a few moments of tenderness.

As if I’d changed him somehow. But I knew the brutal man remained just under the surface, his darkness a threat that continued to terrify me. He wasn’t the one who’d changed.

I’d been the one, no longer accepting the common sense of my inner voice.

It was as if he was my breath of life, the tether that held me together. And I couldn’t seem to get enough of him.

If I had any rational mind left, I knew I should hate him, doing anything in my power to keep him from touching me. But the attraction was too strong, my needs increasing every time he brushed his hand across my cheek, or I gazed into the lust-filled looks in his eyes that inflamed my senses. Today was no exception.

Even the brutal spanking hadn’t deterred my hunger. My body had betrayed me as it had done from the first night, my pussy and my nipples aching. The pain had sparked a burning need that I could no longer deny.

As he crushed his mouth over mine, dragging me against his heated body, I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him as if being separated for even a second was too long. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he pulled me onto his lap, every cell exploding, the sparks becoming a firestorm.

He swept his tongue across mine, our breathing ragged. The moment of passion was just as intense as a few minutes before, unfurling the last vestiges of a sacred hold on what I thought I should be as a person.

As a woman.

Without hesitation, he yanked me down, his cock spreading my muscles, the ache to have him as deep as possible clawing at my system. He rocked me, his fingers digging into my skin, his hold possessive.

There was nothing like the feel of him filling me, the anticipation of his seed spilling into me. As the kiss became a frantic state of need, every sound he made that of a savage, my core continued to ache for more. There was no sense of why I was so aroused, why the spanking had driven me to desperate yearning. The man was merciless, unyielding with everything he did.

Yet with me his actions were entirely different.

His cock continued to swell, throbbing against my pussy walls as my muscles clenched and released. When he finally broke the kiss, he kept our lips only centimeters apart, his hot breath cascading across my skin.

I was lightheaded, the vibrations pulsing in my system driving me to madness. I licked across his mouth, savoring the taste of him, his musky scent adding to the sinful moment. Everything about him was intoxicating and once would never be enough.

“Ride me, baby. Take all you want.”

Even his gruff voice kept me fully aroused, his command exactly what I needed. I pulled my head back a few inches, able to stare into his eyes, the gorgeous green burning into my soul. There was nothing that I wanted more than this. He was intimidating in his power, a threat to everyone but the one woman who’d managed to capture a small portion of his soul.

“I can’t want you,” I whispered.

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