Perfect Villain (Dark Lies Duet 1)

He kisses the top of my head before pulling back, craning his neck to look down at me once I’ve lifted my head. “Have I ever hurt you?” he asks, eyes darting back and forth over my face.

I don’t even have to think about it. “Not once.”

“Do you feel safe when you’re around me?”

“Always.”

“So you know Kyla’s full of shit? I mean, for real?”

“I already did. I promise.” I touch the side of his face, the scruff on his cheeks rough but welcome under my palm. “I know she was making it up to, I don’t know, get back at me for moving out. I’ve never been able to understand why she does the things she does.”

She’s not the only thing confusing me now. I wish I could put a finger on what’s changed about Christian. He’s stiff. Hard. When I smile, trying to assure him, his expression doesn’t shift a bit. If anything, his nostrils flare a fraction, his breathing bringing to mind an angry bull. His eyes are darker now, the way they were this morning in bed. When the sense of being in danger only excited me more.

I want us to get back to that place. I need us to.

Which is why I take him by the hand, backing toward the bathroom. “Come on,” I murmur. “It’s been a long day, and I’ve gotten very dirty. Why don’t you help me get wet—I mean, clean?” I jerk my head in the bathroom’s direction, giving him a suggestive grin.

One corner of his mouth quirks upward in a smirk as reality sinks in. “I think I can get you wet. I always do.” The deep, carnal note in his voice pebbles my nipples and gets my juices flowing.

By the time I’m naked and stepping into the shower, my lips are slick and glistening with the promise of what’s coming.

Christian wastes no time pushing me against the wall. Then he drapes my leg over his shoulder and buries his face in my pussy. As if all he needed was an invitation.

“Yes, baby,” I coo, my head falling back against the wet glass. “Make me feel good.”

Now, it feels like I’m the one in control. Like I’m the one inviting him to take me. And it’s a powerful feeling, bringing him to his knees in front of me. When I bear down on him, grinding against his face, he groans like he loves it. All that does is make me wetter than ever, which makes him lick faster.

I’m so close to coming when he suddenly stops, removing my leg from his shoulder and standing in one fluid motion. “Turn around,” he grunts, fisting his cock, his hand a blur. I do as I’m told, palms against the fogged-up glass, and he positions me before driving himself deep inside me.

“Oh, yes!” The angle is heaven, leaving his head stroking my G-spot with every upward thrust. “Fuck me, oh, God, Christian!”

“That’s right,” he pants against my neck, his tongue sweeping over my wet shoulder before his teeth nip just beyond the point of playfulness. “I’m going to take you in every way possible. Make you feel things you didn’t think you were capable of.” His hands slide up and down my body, stroking and fondling before cupping my breasts.

“Yes… do that,” I beg, almost sobbing from the need to come.

He’s got me so close, and now I’m hanging in limbo while he pumps in and out, his balls slapping my thighs every time we crash together.

I reach behind me, holding his thighs, the scar on one of them like a ripple under my fingers. A small imperfection that makes the rest more perfect. “Harder,” I beg, so close to the edge I can almost taste it. “Please, let me come!”

One hand leaves my breasts in favor of sliding down my belly, eventually cupping my mound. He only has to stroke my clit a few times before I’m gone, leaning against him when my body convulses in that first deadly spasm before sweet release. He groans in my ear an instant before I feel his seed fill my sex, dripping out of me when he breaks our connection.

I’m still leaning against him, and I can feel his heart hammering the way mine is. “That was nice,” I sigh, giggling softly at how quickly it all happened.

“Nothing like starting out the night with a quickie.” He chuckles, and I know the night is far from over yet.

25

CHRISTIAN

Motherfuckers.

I’ll kill every single one of them. Every person who dares to stand in the way of what I want is a dead man—or woman—walking. I’ve been patient, biding my time until I can take Siân away from here. And in that time, I’ve kept from getting rid of her poor excuse for a best friend and her bitch of an ex. But my nerves are wearing thin. They’re testing me and trying everything in their power to take Siân away from me.