Page 62 of The Forbidden Villain
Inhaling some air, I try the other doors, and most are locked, the various whimpers and moans coming from them leaving very little doubt about what’s going on inside.
And then at the very end of the corridor, I manage to enter the last door, my eyes widening.
The spacious room has a glass wall with a view of the entire first floor, where I see cage number three being actively bid on. This girl is way more daring than Aurelia, as she showcases all her curves.
Maybe that’s why the bidding is already at three million.
It has a wide couch, two chairs, a bar with various bottles and snacks, and…
I come closer to study the silky blindfolds, ropes, and…knives? What a strange combination.
There is also a stack of condoms along with some ointments.
The round table in the middle finishes the rather confusing design.
“Where am I?”
“The Pleasure Zone. You should have chosen the black doors earlier if you needed the bathroom.” I turn around as Levi enters and closes the door, the soft click exceptionally loud in the otherwise silent space, and my heartbeat speeds up. “My room, to be exact.”
That would explain all the sex.
The people at the unlocked door probably liked the audience, so they didn’t mind me. Everyone is wearing a mask anyway, so it’s not like they would be afraid of me recognizing them. Then his words fall on me, and coldness rushes down my spine while I become slightly nauseated. “So this is your fuck pad in the club?”
He brings women here, which would explain all the devices, albeit they are way tamer than I would have expected.
Irrational territorial jealousy hits me as he unbuttons his suit jacket, throwing it on the chair, the shirt plastered against his carved muscles.
Why does he have to be so handsome?
His perfection is almost painful compared to my imperfections.
“Your jealousy should turn me on, considering how fucked in the head you got me, but it just pisses me off. Stop thinking about me with other women. I don’t like it.” His words shock me so much that I’m left speechless as he removes his mask, his eyes drinking me in from head to toe, and for some reason, scorching heat travels over me. “I don’t bring women here.”
“I don’t care what you do and with whom. Your life doesn’t concern me.” I should walk away and go back to Scarlett. My heart drums in a way I’ve never experienced. “If you have a problem with my brother, then maybe you should hash it out with him. And stop trying to humiliate me.”
“I wasn’t the one who invited you here. Kane did.”
Unbelievable! Another harsh blow, and a strained laugh escapes me. “You just can’t help yourself, can you? Excuse me.” Now I want to get out of here, but gasp when he wraps his hand around my waist and lifts me, taking a few steps and pressing me against the glass wall. “What are you doing? Let go!”
A wicked smiles curves his mouth as he steps closer, the tips of his shoes bumping against my heels, and I press harder against the glass, wishing to put as much distance between us as possible. My heart beats so wildly I won’t be surprised if it jumps out of my chest and shows everyone the affect this young, handsome and forbidden man has on me. “It should concern you.” His softly spoken words laced with edge and darkness make me furrow my brow as our gazes clash and I try to understand the meaning behind them. “What I do and with whom.”
The air hitches in my throat at his close proximity when he places his forearm above my head while his other hand lands on my collarbone, the touch burning my skin and causing goosebumps to erupt all over me while the fire swirling in the pit of my stomach only increases.
His molten blue eyes bore into me as if they’re staring right into my soul and see all my wicked cravings and wishing to explore every single one of them with me.
Such dangerous and delusional thoughts.
For Levi this must be an interesting game, seducing all the willing women who probably fall at his feet is his daily occurrence and somehow this allows for the rage to pierce through the sensual and seductive veil he cast upon us, giving me strength to fight this.
“You’re my sister-in-law’s brother. That’s all, and you can do whatever you want.” I put my hand on his chest and nudge at it, the carved and hard muscles rippling at the contact. My God, how strong is he? He’s like a massive shield, nothing and no one would ever be able to pass by him, and why does this thought makes me feel so hot? “I’d like to go now.”
Away from this madness that has my downfall written all over it.
A raspy breath escapes me when he leans forward, our mouths inches apart while the glass vibrates behind me from the loud music playing outside. The unfamiliar yet addicting tension drumming inside me increases, demanding something I have no idea about. “Moy cvetochek,” he whispers as my fingers curl on his shirt, and while I should shove him away, I’m too mesmerized by the husky pitch of his voice to do anything. It almost repulses me to succumb to my inner hunger and explore this newfound need to indulge in the vices that pollute this space and soak them in darkness so strong, it gives all the sins free rein. And this darkness shelters me against my never-resting anxiety poisoning my mind. “You’re a very bad liar.” His palm drifts upward to my throat where he brushes his fingers over my scarred and puckered flesh, sending electric volts allover my nerve endings because his touch there is so unexpected and…gentle.
And painful too, for it reminds me he could never be attracted to someone like me.
I’m damaged beyond repair and don’t fit in this perfect and glittering world of his where only beauty resides.
