Page 103 of My Perfect Villain


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Zara’s hum merged with a purr, entwining with my essence. She led me to the secluded shade of bowing trees, pivoting me and pressing me against their bark. Squirming under her grip, I sensed her reveling in the power she held over me.

“This darkness will consume you,” she murmured, tracing my cheeks. My lids closed, the flesh between my thighs trembling with anticipation. “I’ll reel, watching you writhe beneath its weight. Begging for my mercy.”

Her words sent a shiver through me, realizing we were no longer on the same subject.

“You wouldn’t understand my pain, what fuels my purpose,” I whispered, clenching my eyes as emotions rippled through me.

“I can feel it, Evangeline.”

“What?” I met her gaze.

“Your turmoil was a beacon.” Her demeanor softens, and I draw in every word she utters. “I followed the static of your thoughts, your teetering emotions.”

“Is that what your gift is?” I asked.

“Yes,” she answered.

“Can you shut these feelings off for me, then?” I scoffed dryly.

“I can interpret them.” She gave me a lopsided smile. “You need it.” At that, she had my full attention. “The weight of past regrets can become a heavy burden. I’ve shown no remorse to those I’ve slaughtered, but it comes with a heavy price. The echo of their emotions. The anguish felt by their families.”

Her voice was tinged with a haunting tone. It revealed something I’d never witnessed within her—the slivers of compassion as she dropped her facade for a moment.

“I had to shut off a side of myself, to bury the empathy that threatened to consume me,” Zara continued. “You must find a balance—a way to channel your fierce spirit without sacrificing your sanity.”

“I can’t shut myself off like you can,” I grumbled, my voice laced with a tinge of resentment. “You’re cruel and heartless, blind to the blizzard that rages within me.”

“Then you must embrace the darkness lingering around you.” A wicked smile curled upon Zara’s lips. Her breathy whisper brushed against the softness of mine, tantalizing me with the taste of the darkness she spoke of. “Step into the shadows with me, Evangeline,” she urged, her voice carrying the weight of frosty command.

The allure was undeniable, and for a fleeting moment, I found myself frozen, almost preening at the touch of her words. The shadows beckoned, promising liberation from the confines of my snowflake existence.

“You’ll devour me, won’t you?” I whispered, my voice barely audible, as if lost amidst the gusts of a winter wind.

Zara’s irises glowed with an ethereal light, the very atmosphere around her shifting with an intensity that mirrored the storm within me. A wave of emotions crashed over me, clinging to my skin before sinking deep within my core. Fear, like a blizzard’s bitter chill. Petrification, akin to being trapped in ice. Desire, a scorching flame amidst the frost.

My turmoil was a battle to preserve the fire within me, defying the icy limitations. Zara’s offer to step into the shadows beckoned, a seductive invitation to embrace power. To allow the blizzard to consume and transform me.

Yet, surrender meant losing myself, letting the blizzard devour my essence.

I stood on the precipice, torn between the fiery allure and the resilient frost within.

“Only if you ask,” she replied, her head tilting ever so slightly. Closing the distance between us, she embraced the swirling currents of our forbidden desires. The darkness within her resonated with the blizzard within me, their collision promising a tempestuous union.

I was taken aback as Zara drew me forward, hand at my hip, the other sinking into my hair, and she kissed me. The cloud of emotion she summoned over me recoiled, leaving a single thread behind. It curled around my entity, demanding to be felt. Desire. Lust. Want. The need to have her.

Zara handled me with a gentle caress, a fragile touch that held the weight of a lifetime of longing. In that single moment, the world around us ceased to exist. There was only Zara and me, intertwined in a dance of vulnerability and forbidden passion.

My pussy clenched and throbbed beneath the attention. Her tongue, commanding and demanding, pushed past the seam of my lips. She ensnared me, filling me with the taste of her, leaving me desiring for more.

At that moment, I understood what she meant. It was her darkness she wished to see me writhe beneath. And I would. I’d crumble beneath its weight, relishing the feeling as it consumed me—she consumed me. Because I would have her. She’d taken the choice from me, out of my hands, and would put me out of this misery.

I’d only ever been with an alpha after I awakened as an omega. Before then I used to mingle with betas. Once the omega blood settled, all I ever craved was an alpha. Even then, the one alpha I’d entertained wasn’t able to quell that craving. She couldn’t handle the frost within me, for she feared its bite.

Is Zara prepared for it?

As I thrust my hips forward, aiming to challenge her authority within the ensnare of passion, she shoved back just as hard. A growl reverberated in her throat, rumbling from deep within her chest. It coiled around me, and I shuddered with arousal.

Seemed like she was capable of handling it.

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