A Gorgeous Villain (St. Mary's Rebels 2)

That was confusing. But okay.

I take Pete’s advice and tuck it inside my heart as we leave.

He’s right.

I need to push Reed to make him see that this is his dream. This garage, his cars. The Mustang he built when he was in high school. That’s what he wants to do.

He’s always talking about my dream of being a ballerina, but what about him?

What about what he wants?

I need to give him that. After everything he’s given me, after everything he hides from me.

And I need to give him what he wants right now too. He wants relief, I know.

I can see it in the tight lines of his body as he drives us back to the glass house. I can see that I’ve tortured him enough. By pushing him for a meeting with Pete, by baking cupcakes and cookies for someone else.

He was fine while he was working at the garage but I know he’s back to feeling antsy.

While I’d never ever regret pushing and well, I’m going to push him more, I can at least calm him down. I can at least make things better for him.

So as soon as we get back home, I whisper, “Help me down on my knees.” When he only stares at me with a frown, I add, “Please, Roman.”

And he does that.

He helps my heavy body so I can drop down on my knees and get to work.

But first he takes off his hoodie and spreads it on the floor so I can rest my knees on something soft instead of hardwood.

My hands go for his jeans and I open them with eager, expert hands.

He’s not the only one who knows how to play with my body. I know how to play with his as well. He’s taught me and I want to play with him now.

I want to bring out his dick and suck on it.

I already know it’s big, his cock. But when I unzip him and bring it out, I feel like I’m seeing it for the first time.

It’s angry right now.

All thick and hard and huge, sticking out of his body.

Mean looking, villainous.

Because I tortured him. Because I drove him crazy.

I look up at him, his face that looks as mean as his arousal. “Sorry I made cupcakes for someone else.”

His jaw clenches and he grips his dick in his large hand. “So are you going to apologize to me?”

I nod, rubbing my palms up and down his jean-covered thighs. “Yes.”

He tugs on his rod, his face becoming meaner. “What else though? What else are you going to apologize for?”

Eyeing his thick rod and its slippery head, I whisper, “For putting on lipstick for someone else.”

“Damn right. And for laughing with someone else. For giving someone else your sweet fairy smile. For making all those people fucking look at you back at the shop.”

My breaths are harsh. “I didn’t… I didn’t know someone was looking at me.”

His free hand goes for my braid then and he uses it to tug my head back and bend down over me. “Because you never know, do you? Because you live in your fucking la-la land, your rosy tits jiggling in your rosy dresses when you walk. Your sweet pregnant belly sticking out, all ripe and juicy.”

I dig my nails in his thighs. “Roman —”

His eyes are all mean too, predatory. “You know, I thought you’re pregnant now. My Fae is pregnant, her belly’s swollen and right there for all the world to see. For all the men to keep away from. But no, that’s not the case, is it?” His teeth clench, his fingers in my hair tightening. “They still look at you. They still want to sniff around your skirt. They want to know what’s under it. They want your creamy tits and your big belly. They want you for themselves, my pregnant ballerina, and fuck yeah, it drives me fucking crazy. It drives me to kill. You drive me to kill. Are you going to apologize for that, Fae? For making me want to kill every man who looks at you.”

I arch my neck up even more. “Yes. I will. For everything.”

His chest is moving up and down with his noisy, growling breaths. “Then you better take off your dress. You better show me that pregnant belly where my baby sleeps. While you suck on the thing that got you pregnant.”

And so I take off my dress for him and cradle the precious belly he gave me, making his eyes flash with primitive possessiveness, making him growl deep in his chest.

Then I take him in my mouth.

I suck on his dick.

That never ever fits in my mouth.

His monster, villainous, tasty dick, dick that got me pregnant, that never fits in my good girl, fairy mouth.

I go for it anyway and he grunts and curses.