Kiss The Villain: Chapter 17

Fifteen minutes later, I’ve driven to his place.

Maybe I should’ve told him not to show up with her.

I punch in the code, narrowing my eyes. If he has the audacity to bring her, he can’t blame me for whatever fuckery my brain cooks up in retaliation.

With a large sigh, I head to the kitchen for a drink and pause at the fridge. There are three packs of organic strawberries, and a large bowl of the cut fruit sits in the middle, neatly covered.

He did this?

Why the fuck would he?

Whatever. I pull it out and nearly demolish the whole thing while obsessing over the clock.

Five minutes left.

Unless he’s still with her. Or, worse, went to her place.

My jaw tightens, and I push the bowl away, my fingers brushing the Taser in my jacket. It’s a new one since the asshole confiscated my last one. And my knife.

He’s ten fucking minutes late.

I’m pacing now, my mind racing with options.

If he went to her place, I might have to use the guards to try and locate her. But that’ll definitely get back to Jeremy, and he’s already been giving me suspicious looks. But at least Kill is so preoccupied with Glyn, he barely pays any attention to me.

I’ll deal with him later. First, I have to find that bastard before he screws something up.

It’s totally about protecting the woman from his ruthless way of having sex. She should thank me for being a goddamn Good Samaritan.

The door lock clicks, and I freeze, every nerve on edge.

Then I move, sliding behind the door, my back to the wall, knife in hand.

Relief hits me like a punch to the gut. It’s twisted and unnerving, mixing with this bubbling anticipation.

My breaths come in and out in deep, quick succession, and while my hand around the knife is steady, my palm is clammy.

It’s contagious—these mixed feelings whirling through me.

A sense of excitement.

A touch of malice.

The door opens painfully slowly, and he steps inside, all deliberate movements and irritating calmness.

There he is, the bastard.

Clad in a trench coat and a cashmere scarf, hair ruffled by the wind, cheeks flushed red.

As soon as he turns around to close the door, I pounce.

I slam him against the door, gripping his nape and pressing the knife to his pulse point. The impact rattles the frame, but he doesn’t even flinch.

The scent of wood and amber hits me like a fucking drug, and I can’t help sniffing him.

Why does he smell so good?

Heat radiates from him, the warmth of his hard back muscles pressing into my chest as I lean in closer. Every ridge of his defined physique is a sharp outline, and I feel each one against me as if his body is a map I can’t stop tracing.

Exploring.

Dismantling to pieces.

His firmness, his strength, his steady breathing is all I can focus on as it drowns me deeper.

I’m underwater now as I lean closer, pressing further, inhaling him into my lungs instead of air. The sensation of his muscles flexing under my fingertips and the feel of his power pulling me to newer depths.

The low, rough rumble of his voice vibrates through me. “Jumping my bones the second I walk in? Didn’t know you missed me that much, baby.”

“You’re ten minutes late, Professor,” I growl in his ear.

“And that’s enough to bring out the psycho in you?”

“I don’t like people who aren’t punctual.”

“Hmm. I don’t believe that’s the real issue.”

He grabs my hand holding the knife, dragging it down his coat, slicing through the expensive fabric like it’s nothing.

I let him. His fingers tighten around my wrist, guiding the blade lower…and lower…

“You want to know what your real issue is?” He stops right above his groin, and just when I think the crazy asshole will make me cut him, he twists my wrist, forcing the knife to fall and clatter on the ground.

“I think you just couldn’t stand the thought of me being with someone else.” He slams my palm on the bulge in his pants, and it grows beneath my touch, hardening at an alarming speed. “Your adorable jealousy drives me crazy, baby.”

I swallow, but don’t try to remove my hand. I love how his erection keeps lengthening and pressing against his pants and my hand. I love it so much, actually, I have to push my hips back so he doesn’t feel the evidence.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say in a quiet voice.

“Focus. We’re discussing your jealousy.”

“I don’t do that.” I squeeze him hard, a form of punishment so he’ll shut his trap.

His rough groan hums against me. “That’s it, make me hard so I can stuff my cock in your ass. I’m dying to fuck my pussy.”

I apply pressure to his bulge, my fingers digging in and tightening. “I told you that’s not going to happen.”

It happens so fast, I’m slightly disoriented.

Kayden shoves my hand away and turns to face me so easily, it almost feels like I wasn’t cornering him.

Was he pretending I was cornering him?

I step away, mostly because of how dark his eyes seem, so far from gray and close to black.

He folds both arms over his chest, staring me down, using every inch of his height to make me feel small.

I hate it when he does that.

“If that’s not going to happen, what are you doing here?” His voice is monotone and closed off, like the way he is in class. Completely detached and distant.

I narrow my eyes. “To put you in your place.”

“You know, I can tolerate your push-and-pull game for only so long before I snap.” His hand shoots in my direction and I step back, but he clutches my jaw and spins me around, then slams me against the door.

The rattle reverberates through my bones as I lift my hands, trying to remove his arm, but he jams his knees between mine, against my hardening cock.

He speaks so close to my mouth, his lips touch mine with every word. “You don’t get to act murderous over my date, drag me here with threats, and then play hard to get, Carson. That’s not how this game is played.”

My hand shoots up to his throat and I squeeze. “You were on a fucking date?”

A smirk tilts his lips. “Her name is Jessica. Hot, right? She’s one call away, and she definitely would let me fuck her whenever I please.”

“More like force her like the sick fuck you are.”

“I don’t do that with women. Or anyone, for that matter. I only reserve the uncivil treatment for little monsters like you.” He darts his tongue out and licks my jaw, my cheek, over and over as if he’s erasing something, leaving a trail of saliva that tingles. “I should punish you for letting that girl suck your face.”

He nibbles on my jaw and cheek and then sinks his teeth into my lower lip and pulls. “Teach you a lesson so you know who the fuck you belong to.”

“I don’t belong to you,” I speak in a low voice, one hand barely pushing at his stomach while the other is loose around his throat.

“In that case…” He presses his knee against my cock and I grunt. “I should invite someone who does before I actually take your ass by force. Jessica, for instance.”

Then he releases me.

Without so much as a glance, he strides to his bedroom, shrugging off his coat. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

I stand there for a second, seething. My body’s too warm, too hard, too fucking frustrated, and it’s unraveling everything I thought I knew.

Confusion claws at me. The pang in my chest, the murderous thoughts swirling in my head—toward him, toward myself. I even consider electrocuting one of us just to stop this madness.

To keep him from leaving. To make sure he doesn’t have the energy to call her.

That thought propels me forward, and I march to his bedroom.

But my steps falter at the entrance.

He’s removing his pants, leaving him in nothing but boxer briefs, standing there like he knows exactly what kind of chaos he’s erupting in my stomach.

My chest.

My mind.

Every inch of him is sculpted to perfection. Broad shoulders, a chest carved from stone, muscles sharp and defined like they’re designed to taunt me.

My gaze locks on the snake tattoo coiling across his chest and abs in stunning 3D detail. Every scale, every curve pops in the dim light, making the ink feel alive, slithering over his skin with dark, hypnotic intent.

It shouldn’t make my throat dry.

But it does.

The way the tattoo moves with the power in his physique freezes me in place, and the Taser plan evaporates from my mind.

“Want to stay around and watch?” His lowly spoken question snaps me out of my reverie.

“What?

“You want to stay around and watch me fuck Jessica?”

I lunge toward him, pulling out the Taser. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

He slaps it away, letting it fall on the ground, then clutches my wrist. “We both know you won’t do that.”

“Call her and see what I will do. I fucking dare you.” I’m breathing harshly against him, trying and failing not to be affected by his warmth.

He’s too warm for a cold-blooded asshole.

“Then you stayed for option two?” He grabs my waist and presses me against him. “Where I said I’d force you?”

My throat dries, but I say nothing.

“I know you want me, Carson. I see it in your eyes, and feel it in your rage about Jessica.”

“Stop saying her fucking name.”

“You can stop me.”

“How…?”

“If you agree to be mine alone, I won’t touch anyone else, baby. Jessica included.”

“You’ll be only mine, too,” I say, my blood rushing hot in my ears. “My fucking property, Kayde.”

A smirk curves his lips. “Want to possess me, baby?”

“I’m not joking. If anyone comes close to you, I will break their legs and then yours.”

“Violent. I love it.”

“Do we have an agreement?”

“Mmm, whatever you wish.” He nibbles on my ear. “Will you let me fuck you now?”

“No.”

He lifts his head, and I can see the lines of frustration etching deep in his forehead. “Is this another game?”

“Not really.”

“Then what?”

“It’s just…”

“Just?”

“I won’t let you do it willingly.” I swallow, my fingers twitching. “I can’t.”

“Then what do you want?”

“Tie me up,” I speak quietly, not believing what the hell is coming out of my mouth. “Make me feel as if you’re forcing me and I have no option but to take it. I’ll enjoy it better that way.”

“Fuck.” His cock grows, nudging against my thigh. “I knew you were my favorite.”

My heart jolts and my own erection hardens until it’s painful.

We’re so sick.

And toxic.

And that puts a smile on my face.

Because I think this is exactly what I always wanted.

Kayden pulls away, a malicious grin curving his gorgeous lips. “Now, fight me, baby. Show me how much you want me to force you.”