Page 15 of My Perfect Villain


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Harmony walked up to Darius and rubbed her hands over his chest. “Who said you could start the fun without me?”

“I’m sorry,mia rosa, I got a little excited.” He purred. Darius grabbed her around her waist and nibbled on her neck, his tongue soothing where his teeth had just been.

His name escaped her lips with a moan of pleasure. “Darius.”

She didn’t know why his touch and teases were turning her on so much, especially in front of Alessandro’s broken and bleeding body. But it was hot, and she loved every minute of it.

“I’ll take care of that pussy later,mia rosa;right now we have work to do.”

“What if we do both at the same time?”

She had no idea why she said that. The thought ripped through her mouth before she could stop herself from vocalizing it. She looked back at him, ready to apologize, but all she saw was a hunger. She couldn’t tell if it was for her, for the thrill and power of having Alessandro in his grasp, or both. Either way, she felt something deep down inside her rise and whisper to her, Take both.

Suddenly, her mouth was on his, her tongue exploring his mouth. He moaned against her, battling with himself to stay on task but fuck her senseless. She broke away from him, and the look on his face told her the decision he had made.

Darius

What the hell was this woman doing? He went through careful planning and dealing with his men to grab Alessandro and bring him back to his bunker to have this moment. A job was to be done. But here she was, walking in and asking, no, demanding with her body and her mouth for him to fuck her and kill Alessandro at the same time. His body shuddered, his cock standing up at attention and so hard it hurt. The pain and pleasure of his large cock pressing against his pants was almost unbearable. He wanted to spring it from its confines and show it to her, let her play. If this is what love is really like, he’d take it. Harmony was weaving her way into his heart forever. If she wanted to play while working, so be it. After all, all work and no play made Darius a dull boy. He grabbed the back of her head, freeing her hair from the confines of her pins and hair ties that held up her curls. Her long locks cascaded down her back and she shook her head, the bouncing curls spraying over her shoulders. He kissed her back, grabbing her ass and slightly pulling her dress up over her hips.

“Let’s play, my little spitfire.”

Her eyes fluttered as she whispered, “Yes, sir, let’s play.”

Walking back over to Alessandro, he smacked his cheek with the back of his hand. His one eye was already starting to swell shut from a punch to the face.

“Wake the fuck up.” He growled. “You’re going to watch this before I get rid of you, you rapist bastard.”

A small chair was off to the corner. Harmony had already grabbed it and dragged it over to be close enough she could touch him while he worked. Normally he’d quickly take out his victims and dispose of their bodies before anyone knew they were missing. This man…no…this man was in for a treat. He hurt the woman he loved, her sister, and her best friend. He was going to suffer as they had suffered.

He felt like a brick went into his chest with the realization. Helovedher. He’d do anything to make her happy, to please her, burn his way through anything while walking through the fire to get to her. He didn’t care how much blood he had to spill as long as she was safe and happy….with him.

He looked back before he began, watching her. The heat was evident in her eyes. She was a strong woman who could manipulate people, hide her emotions, and make deals with the best of thecapos, but she couldn’t hide her emotions from him. She loved him back.

Harmony

She knew he saw it, the love in her eyes. It was fast, it was sudden, but she knew she couldn’t live without him. He was the Hades to her Persephone, her Joker to his Harley. They were fucked up, but the insanity of their lives fit together perfectly. Two people involved with the blood and underground of America, the politics of the Mafia. It was business. Together, they could bridge the gaps between the four families in Los Angeles, Miami, New York, and Chicago. They could build an empire of peace between them. The thought of business was taking over until she saw Darius pull out his bag of toys. He walked over to a small radio built into the wall. He flipped the switch and it began to play Tchaikovsky’s Symphony No. 5 in E minor, Op. 64. She licked her lips as he sliced through Alessandro’s skin, small knicks that just barely bled. Alessandro watched them, spewing out curses in Italian. The curses turned to screams when Darius placed salt on the wounds. The screams ran down her spine, filling her with the justice her family deserved. She got up from the chair and gently placed her hand on Darius’ back.

“Mia rosa, I’m trying to work.” He cooed softly.

Harmony smiled. “Please,mi amore, let me play too.”

He smiled back at her and bowed, his hand gesturing to the bag. She reached down and pulled out a small bat just big enough for her. It was light, but mighty. Casually she walked up to Alessandro and swung, the bat crashing into his ribs. He strained against the ropes, trying to hold his chest from the agonizing pain.

“This is for Paola.” She took her stiletto heel and jabbed it into his cock. As she twisted it, he let out a curdling scream of agonizing pain.

“You will never harm my family again. Don Tagliatti sends his regards.”

Harmony walked away from him and motioned to Darius to let him take care of the rest. Sitting down on the chair, she watched him work. She felt the heat grow between her thighs, her pussy dripping wet. He was so hot and sexy when he worked. The determination in his black eyes, his skill and precision, it made her want to get on her knees and suck his cock while he cut into Alessandro. The only thing that stopped her was she didn’t want Alessandro’s blood dripping on her and possibly getting in her mouth.

Darius was in the process of ripping off Alessandro’s fingernails when she opened her legs and pulled her panties off. The Allegro con anima was coming to an end as the Andante cantabile con alcuna licenza began. Her fingers stroked her clit, sending her into eyes almost rolling in the back of her head. Slowly she pushed one, then two fingers in and began pumping inside herself. She let out a loud moan which caught Darius and Alessandro’s attention.

“Love, right now?”

“I’m sorry…it’s just…when you work it’s so hot, baby.”

Alessandro was panting, moaning from the pain that was being inflicted on him. Darius looked back at Alessandro then back to Harmony.

“Don’t die on me.”

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