Falling for the Villain

She was good.

Juliet was pure.

Innocent.

Naive.

She was the complete opposite of me, and part of her allure was that I corrupted the angel in my darkness. In my dungeon. In my hell. I had no fucking problem in doing so. I wasn’t alone anymore—I had her.

With the devil on my side, I’d keep her forever.

Like a fallen angel sinning over and over again, I’d keep her.

Her fingers slowly raised toward the first button on my dress shirt, and little by little, she unbuttoned each one until it was fully opened and ready for her touch. Her eyes widened at the expanse of skin like she couldn’t drink in enough of me. God, it was addicting, a sin I’d commit endlessly, making her fall for the villain, making her need me.

“Where do you want to touch me, pet?” Anticipation coursed through me like a shot of adrenaline; had I ever wanted anything more? No. Never.

Her gaze shifted toward my chest, and the first place she wanted the palm of her hand to touch was right over my godforsaken heart.

No one had touched me there except for my mother, always saying that as long as my heart was still beating, she could go on.

“How do you do that?” She gave me an awestruck expression.

“Do what?” I replied above a murmur, getting lost in the still of her eyes.

“Keep your heartbeat steady like that. How do you always stay calm in situations that cause you distress?”

I wanted to tell her she should know, knowing who her family was, what her past was. Instead, I was blatantly honest. “It’s how I stay alive in a world that wants me dead.”

“Does that include Troy?”

“I don’t want to talk about him right now,” I said quickly.

She was the first to break our trancelike state. Leaning in, she softly, tortuously kissed along my heart, letting her lips linger for a couple of seconds before she glided them down toward my stomach until she was on her knees.

Willingly.

In front of me.

Her stare asked if she could undo my belt and slacks, and I nodded. Carefully, she undid them both, and my cock stood at attention for her.

I wanted to see how far she would take this. How brave she’d be in a moment when I seemed so weak.

I didn’t do gentle.

Soft.

I was rough in everything I did, especially fucking.

Once my dick was in her face, she licked from the head, down the shaft, and back up again. I groaned, feeling vulnerable that I was giving her all the control. I didn’t do that either. This was a first for me, and I wasn’t quite sure if it would be the last either.

I was torn.

Hard as hell.

Waiting for her to do as she pleased. This punishment was more for me than it was for her; that much was sure.

“Donovan,” I heard her whisper, deep throating my cock again.

She knew what I liked; however, she was giving me what I wanted so achingly slow that my balls felt like they were about to explode.

It was so real.

So true.

So consuming.

She was right there with me.

If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up. Not now, not ever. I felt her hand start to work me over as if she was making love to me with her mouth.

Up and down.

Twisting and turning.

In and out.

I was in her mouth and hands.

“Juliet, you’re such a good girl. You’re such a lovely pet,” I praised, resisting the urge to grip onto the back of her head and thrust my dick to the furthest part of her throat.

Hard.

Eager.

Fast.

I stirred, focusing on how fucking breathtaking she looked, on her knees, serving me…

Her Master.

For now and forever. Never to be parted…

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Donovan

“You’re so beautiful. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

She moaned, vibrating my core with her mouth still wrapped around as much as she could take of my dick. Usually, I made her take all of me. She didn’t have much of a gag reflex, and that was always a good trait to have, not that it mattered because, at the end of the day, she’d learn to take me.

Her eyes held so much emotion. Her sincere expression was almost hard to follow. I had always been so in tune with what her eyes shared with me, and at that moment, all I could see was love.

Devotion.

Sincerity.

My heart ached at the sight of her. So fucking submissive. Subservient. Wanting to only please me with whatever she could, in any way she could. There was no confusion on her behalf, and it was wreaking havoc on the pieces that were still left of me. I could physically feel her love, and it was an emotion I wanted to keep forever. Feeling it so much more than I could have ever imagined. Almost like I could touch it.