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Falling For The Villain(24)
Author: M. Robinson

I was a monster.

A villain.

A bad, bad man.

However, for the first time in my life, I wished I could be different. Not for me, for her.

My Juliet.

After I tended to her, I carried her to my bed. She watched as I undressed, getting into bed naked, where she fell asleep in my arms.

This was my sorry excuse of a fucking life, and I was dragging her into the pits of hell with me. She didn’t deserve it, and I would never let her go.

Give her back.

Mine.

No matter what.

I contemplated if I was really going to do this, for days, for nights, the entire time she slept in my arms. All I knew was there was no going back from here. She wouldn’t return to her room, to the stuff I’d bought for her, to her comfort I’d created out of pure chaos. She would stay in my bed, in my suite, sleep in my arms every night and wake up in them every morning.

I’d keep her with me, always.

Sometime during the night, I must have fallen asleep, which was unusual for me. You see, villains never sleep. They prowled with an evil energy that caused their minds to continue to work overtime, wondering what the next conquest would be when they’d get their next pull. Being a villain was like being hooked on cocaine. You were always waiting for your next hit, wondering about it, dreaming, wishing—except for the first time in a very long time, I wasn’t the villain who stayed awake and plotted. I was the one who went to sleep and actually slept.

The comfort she provided without even knowing it was found in her arms, in her warmth, in her tight pussy wrapped around my cock.

I’d never taken a woman’s virginity. It was too personal, too private, and I never wanted my slave to think she was mine in that way. With Juliet, the moment I learned she was a virgin, I fucked my fist to the visions of taking her for the first time. Her blood on my dick, her cries of pain, her moans of passion…

They all belonged to me now.

I owned every last part of her, just how I intended before I even had her taken.

My mind was made up as soon as she laid in my bed, wearing nothing but the flesh on her skin. I tossed and turned, shooting straight up from sleep.

I didn’t feel her.

I couldn’t see her.

Fuck.

“Pet,” I announced in an eerie tone, glaring around my empty bedroom.

Realizing very fucking quickly what I had to do, I darted out of bed and threw on my tuxedo slacks as I made my way out of my suite. Taking the fucking stairs two at a time, I didn’t want to waste a minute waiting for the elevator.

My feet pounded against the cold steps, echoing through the stairwell and down each corridor. A fucking rope tugging me to her, I reassured myself repeatedly that she was still there with me.

Safe.

“Juliet!” I shouted at the end of the stairs.

No answer.

Not one.

Fuck.

I ran from one room to another, shouting her name from the rooftops. Panic began settling in, and I swallowed it back down.

Did she escape? How?

My estate was crawling with guards, so she couldn’t have gone far. Slamming the door open to the kitchen, I walked in on Juliet sitting on the island naked, eating fucking cereal.

“Hey, were you calling my name?”

“You could say that.”

“Oh.” She smiled. “I was hungry, and I didn’t want to wake you.”

I stepped further into the kitchen, enjoying the naked Juliet show for a minute. My cock strained against my slacks from the sight of her perfect pink pussy, still glistening from the night’s events. Her soft moans filled the room, making me think twice about the fact that I wanted to put her over my knee and tell her she was a very bad girl for leaving my bed without permission.

My dark impulsions seethed at me to make it right, show her that she was supposed to be obedient, and I was her master.

Deep down, I knew she felt and saw each and every moment of weakness, including now. That was how profound our connection was, which was all the more reason I needed to set the plan back into action.

I couldn’t.

I wouldn’t.

Even if I wanted to, I didn’t.

I would die before I ever let anything happen to her. Thinking about my life, I came to terms with the fact that Juliet was the first woman I ever truly, wholeheartedly was falling for.

She was made for me.

And maybe, just maybe, I was made for her too.

That realization alone nearly brought me to my knees.

I didn’t think twice about it as I stepped in front of her. Not giving a flying fuck what was right or wrong anymore, or what I had to do, I grabbed her bowl of cereal. Resisting the urge to laugh at the sight of her, with wide eyes, she peered at me. Ready to get down on her knees and beg for forgiveness if she needed to.

Whatever it took to please me, that much was clear and evident on her beautiful face.

In one fluid motion, I pulled her into my arms. Holding her close against my chest for a second, she froze, not expecting my abrupt gesture.

Despite wanting to punish her, I wanted her comfort more. Before I knew what I was saying, I breathed out, “You’re such a good girl for not trying to escape.”

She relaxed instantly in my arms before pulling away to hold my face in between her hands. I’d never allowed anyone to touch me, and more than that, to comfort me.

“Did you think I would leave you? Even after what happened between us tonight?”

I hid back a smile. “What happened tonight, pet?”

She blushed… her cheeks a rosy red. Reminding me of her luscious ass when I spanked her into submission. Memories from our encounters came flooding back, trying to find the calm to my storm. I wanted to tug that hair with my fist and pull her down across the floor just so I could look at her, just so I could see that wide-eyed lustful expression and know it was all for me.

With a stern and sincere expression on her face, she replied, “You made me yours.”

My chest tightened. This feeling. What was this feeling? My lips parted as I whispered back to her, “Pet, you’ve always been mine.”

“And tonight, you proved it,” she said immediately.

“To you?”

A slow nod.

“I see.”

“Do you?”

I arched an eyebrow, still holding her in my arms.

“Do you see me, Master? Do you see what you’ve done to me?”

I froze, unable to hide in the shadows anymore without her knowing. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, mesmerized by her beauty, her nature, her fucking heart. The way she poured her heart and soul out to me like it was one of the easiest things to do. I’d never seen her look so breathtakingly stunning before.

She was glowing.

Radiant.

Dripping with sexuality and this confidence that was so addicting I wanted to taste it.

As if she had newborn skin, a new identity, for a moment, I didn’t recognize the woman staring back at me. Like we were the only two people in the world. She was so full of life, so happy in her element, so content in her surroundings. The dark cloud I shadowed over her had been lifted, breaking free from the hold I was suffocating her in.

Did I do this? Did she? Or was it just the perfection of us together?

I leaned against the island, needing the support. I hung my head, my heart and mind raging war with each other. Wanting to take her back to my room and have my way with her, cherish her, show her how fucking crazy she made me.

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