Falling for the Villain

I needed to show her who the master was. After, I’d love her the only way I knew how, and I’d worship her in a way that ruined her the next morning and the days to follow.

She. Was. Mine.

I was hers.

Everything would set itself to rights again. Except, I couldn’t do it, not with her kneeling in front of me, her pretty eyes lit up with tears, her swollen mouth begging for my cock, her pretty pussy gleaming, nearly pulsing with need.

I left her.

I went outside to collect myself and dialed his number.

He answered on the second ring. “Surprised it took this long…”

“Blindside me again with her, and I’ll fucking kill you.”

Never had my voice been so calm, never had my heart beat so fast, waiting for Troy’s response.

A sigh.

A chuckle.

And then… “Sure, whatever you say, boss.”

I growled, “I’m serious, Troy. Not this one. Not this time.”

“Hey! I was just showing her the business. You’re the one who took it upon yourself to include her in it.”

I barked out a laugh. “Followed by a detailed show and tell of your dick? Right?”

“This is why we get along.” He laughed. “Because you understand! Business is business, and we never bring anything personal into business, right, Donovan? We wouldn’t want to make the same mistake your father did. You know, getting too attached. Man was almost unhinged before his untimely death; what was it again? An accidental—”

“Shut the fuck up!” I gripped the phone so hard I could swear my palm was bleeding. “Cross me again, and you’ll know exactly how he died. Only this time, it will be you looking up at me in horror as you breathe your last breath.”

Silence crackled through the phone, and the air was tense with it.

“Do your worst, Donovan, do your worst. And I’ll do mine.”

So he picked a side. It had always been about Troy and only Troy. He made it seem like he was rescuing me, saving me actually; instead, he was damning me and making plans in the process. Back then, I wasn’t smart enough to see it. Recently, it took everything in my damn body not to kill him and take it all. He still owned a portion of our company. Which meant he still owned part of my past, and he wanted to dictate my future, a future where he thought he could have what was mine.

Never fucking happening.

I hung up, shoving the phone into my pocket as I returned to the room I hadn’t walked into in who knew how long before this evening. Juliet knelt, waiting for me, chin tucked and eyes closed.

“Perfect,” I whispered.

Her ass was so round, so ready for my hands to grip, her hair falling across her shoulders in the short cut I’d given her with the scissors I’d used. I took a minute. I never did that. I never hesitated.

But I did then.

For the first time, I wanted more than the pain. More than the pleasure. I wanted everything, and she was the only one I wanted it from.

“Juliet.”

Her head jerked up, her eyes wide. “Y-yes?”

“Juliet.” I reached out, my hand caressing her cheek before pulling her up to stand on her two feet. Gripping her face with both hands, I pressed my mouth to hers, devouring kiss after kiss, tasting her need, feeling my own. “Juliet.” I bit down on her bottom lip.

I needed more.

Much more.

We pulled apart, both of us breathless as she stared me down, a nervous smile spread across her face.

“I know what I want my punishment to be, Master.”

I arched an eyebrow.

“I want to touch you.”

“So this punishment is for me?”

She blushed with a shy smile creeping. “I’ve never touched a man before, and the thought of touching you excites me, but it also terrifies me. You know you are kind of scary, right?”

Grinning, I remarked, “Kind of? And your mouth and pussy have touched me, pet.”

“Right, but only your lips and your, you know.”

“I don’t know. Why don’t you remind me?”

“Master…” She blushed profusely, and I found it erratically arousing.

“You’ve had my cock in your mouth too many damn times to not be able to say the word to me, pet.”

“Well, you can say it for the both of us.” She beamed, looking fucking radiant. “Can that be my punishment? Please…”

“You know how much I love it when you beg me.”

“Is that yes?”

“It’s not a no.” Before I could change my mind, I ordered, “Take off my shirt.”

The surprised expression on her face was enough to drive any sane man crazy.

I wasn’t sane.

Normal.

I was a fucking sociopath, and don’t think for one second I wasn’t or that I wasn’t aware of it. On the contrary, I’d embraced it long ago. It was the only way I could survive in this seedy world. I took the good with the bad—though, there was more bad than good.