Page 102 of The Forbidden Villain
It speaks about her strength.
Strength I recognize and admire, and in this, she is irreplaceable to me.
Dragging her closer to me, I catch her gasp with my mouth, our tongues entwining together, and she grips my shirt, probably wanting to push me away, but in a second, she fully melts into me. “Let’s make something very clear,moycvetochek,” I whisper, tipping her chin up and skimming my lips over her neck, earning myself a moan. “You wish to experience what it is like to have a fling, I’ll indulge you in your little fantasies as long as you remember that you belong to me.” My other hand ends up on her hip, and I knead it hard, pressing my pelvis against her warmth, her gasp echoing between us. “You’re mine, secret affair or not. Don’t ever forget you belong to me.” I bite her shoulder, inhaling her scent into my lungs while flexing my wrist on her throat, slightly cutting off her oxygen supply, and she jerks in my arms.
Yes, my beautiful, innocent girl loves it, and I’ll explore all her desires with her.
A car honks in the distance, and her eyes widen as she pushes me away, stepping back. “What are you doing?” She rubs her throat. “Someone could see us.” She looks around the busy road where people move all around, no one paying us any attention. “We can’t do this in public.”
The possessive beast in me despises the idea of hiding my claim on her, but Lavender never had control over her life.
Someone always dictated it, so she needs the illusion that she’s controlling us, and I’ll give it to her.
Whatever she wants, she gets, as long as what she wants is not to get away from me, because I won’t ever allow it.
She’s mine—and mine she’ll stay no matter what.
“As you wish,moy cvetochek.”
She blinks, only to shake her head and straighten up while crossing her arms. “We can pick a place to meet up, somewhere no one could see us. Maybe a hotel in a super-secluded neighborhood?”
“No.”
Another hard blink. “No?”
“Last time I checked, neither of us works as a hooker to meet up in some shitty hotel.” Her cheeks heat, and she groans.I quite enjoy watching her frustration, because her green eyes sparkle like the rarest emeralds. “We won’t be having sex on a schedule either.”
“How else would this work?” She hooks the strands of her hair behind her ear, exposing her scarred cheek, and I resist the urge to lean in and kiss it.Moy cvetochekis already all worked up, and while I enjoy it, I know my limits. If I push her too far, she will flee. “A secret fling needs to have a schedule.”
“Secret means no one can know about it, but we still have full access to each other.”
I see her eyes flashing in annoyance before she takes a deep breath. “Well, since you’re such an expert on flings, I guess we should listen to you.” Her tone implies the last thing she’d do is listen to me.
That’s not what has my attention.
It’s the stabby notes in all her words, and I see her nails digging into her elbows while her pulse beats wildly.
It takes me a second to guess what emotion that is.
Moy cvetochekis jealous.
“I’m not an expert on flings.”
“I’m sure you had a fling or two along the way.” Her nails sink harder into her flesh, and at this point, she’s bruising her skin, which is unacceptable.
Only I have the right to leave marks on her.
“You talking about me having flings pisses me off.” She stills, and finally, her nails stop bruising her skin. “I’ve never had any flings or been in a relationship, so the idea of you being jealous because of that is both maddening and amusing at the same time.”
I was a single guy enjoying my youth and never made any promises or used anyone for my own gratification, so I don’t feel guilty about it, and yet I do.
If I had known she was out there, I wouldn’t have touched anyone in the first place.
That’s how fucked up she makes me, which is another thing that I need to learn to control.
Control is everything. Otherwise, my madness and insanity would consume her and soak her in my darkness.
“I’m not jealous!” she hisses, her hands turning into fists, and a gust of wind blows her blonde locks backward, making me want to lace my fingers through her silky strands and bring her closer to me. “Being jealous implies having feelings for someone.” A beat passes as if she’s searching for a suitable excuse. “I’m just curious about sex and wish to have some experience.”
