Beautiful Villain

Before I can do anything else, she throws herself at me, and my body instantly reacts. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me close to her.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” she whispers.

She doesn’t know why I was locked up. Nobody knows. That’s because some powerful men paid to make sure that nobody would ever find out exactly what happened all those years ago. She doesn’t know whether I’m guilty or innocent or somewhere in-between, but Finley also doesn’t seem to care. She just hugs me, holding me like I matter to her, and that breaks my damn heart because I know beyond a doubt that I’m never going to be good enough for her.

“Stop,” I whisper, choking out the word, and I pull back from her.

“What is it?” Finley whispers, looking up at me. Then she looks down at my cock and whispers, “Oh.”

Yeah, in case she hadn’t noticed my raging boner before, she sure as hell sees it now. Well, that’s the effect that a girl like Finley has on a guy like me.

“Yeah,” I say, and I look at Finley again. Fuck, if she’s not the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. We were never particularly close in high school. She was always kind of a nerd and I…

Well, apparently, I didn’t make the best choices when it came to who my friends were. Now I’m holding Finley in my arms and looking at her like she’s a tasty treat because she fucking is and…

She kisses me.

She leans up into me and brings her lips to mine, and it’s the most wonderful thing I’ve ever experienced in my damn life.

She kisses me like it’s the most important thing in the world to her, like it’s vital that she convey this special information to me. She kisses me like it’s magical, like I’m special to her, and then she pulls away. She reaches for her lips and just touches them, staring at me, but I don’t see any sort of repulsion on her face.

Instead, I see…

Amazement.

How is this possible?

“Finley,” I say, but she shakes her head.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I didn’t even ask permission.”

“What?” I ask, suddenly confused.

Permission?

“You know,” she says quietly. “I didn’t get your consent before I kissed you. I’m really sorry,” she blushes. “I should have asked.”

Okay, apparently things have changed a little bit since I was put away.

“Finley,” I growl, stepping back toward her. “You have my full permission to do whatever the fuck you want to me.”

I mean it, too.

Then I kiss her.

This time, the kiss isn’t sweet or soft or gentle. This time, the kiss is wild and fierce and naughty. I dominate her mouth, teasing her tongue with mine, and when I finally pull away, my cock is even harder than it was before.

“Wow,” she whispers. “I never knew…I’ve never been kissed like that before,” she says, and then she giggles, and it seems to be the sweetest sound I think I’ve ever heard before in my life.

“We need to talk,” I finally say. I have a lot to tell her, and the night isn’t getting any younger.

“Yeah,” she whispers. “I guess we do.”

She gestures to the chair where I was sitting before, and I plop down onto it. She sits across from me on the couch, and Echo reappears, meowing.

“I forgot to feed him,” she suddenly says. “Hang on.” She jumps up and runs to the kitchen. I don’t bother following her because I don’t want her to feel crowded. She left her bag and phone in here, but even if she didn’t, I don’t get the impression she’s much of a snitch. I don’t think Finley is going to be calling anyone to tell them that the big bad arrived at her house.

Not me.