Putting Out for a Hero (Villainous Things, #3)

by C. Rochelle

“Guys, I can’t feel my nuts. I think my suit might have shrunk in the wash or something.”

Little did they know, all I ever wanted was to stick my dick in my rival’s tight end.

I could make him like it. I could make it so he never thinks of pussy again.

If only he knew what I was doing over his sleepy little head.

“That’s why you agreed to this marriage deal—so you could have me buried inside you every night. Breeding you. Owning you. Making you mine.”

“Mine,” he replied, still staring at me like he wanted to eat me alive. “I mean… she’s mine, yes. Daisy is.” He blinked rapidly before his gaze shifted to where his daughter sat on my shoulders. “For almost ten years now.”

“Yeah, my double-digit birthday is in August,” Daisy proudly announced from her throne. “I’m a Leo.”

“Thanks for the tour, and for cutting me… cutting me FREE, I mean. And for showing me your hole. YOUR SWIMMING HOLE! Jesus Christ, I’m done. I’m fucking done. I’m just gonna go to my room now. Alone. So I can… be alone for… alone time. Jesus.” My beast was clawing to get out. I watched as this ridiculously stacked, awkward bundle of villainous sweetness adjusted his hard-on before spinning on his heel and fleeing the scene of his bi-awakening. I must have him.

There was no reason for me not to tell my gay brother and his gay mafia queen that I might like dick. Hell, the whole gay family would probably throw me a big gay party to celebrate me joining the rest of them on the apparently more exciting side of the playing field.

“You’re the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, Suarez. From the moment I first saw you, I wanted this. Wanted you.”

Tell me I’m pretty. As if he were a goddamn sex voodoo mind reader, he briefly slid his tongue—his ridged lizard tongue—over my bottom lip before sealing my fate. “And I can’t wait to see how pretty you are when you come for me.” “Fuuuuck…”

I bristled—mostly because of how she was insulting Zion. Everyone knew I was dumb, but I refused to stand here and let her insult my man. Wait, what? WHAT?!

“Tell Baby Hulk his timing is incredibly inconvenient, but I’m more than happy to continue gobbling your cock while he grovels on speaker.”

“Fuck you, Zion,” I spat, turning away from him to wrench open the door. “Mmm, I wish,” he crooned behind me. “Whenever you’re ready, beautiful.”

Stupid Lizard King with his fucking lizard dick that’s so stupid hot…

There was nothing like running through the forest while only wearing a jockstrap to make you question your life choices.

There’s still one more card left to play. “Please…” I begged, ramping up the whine in my tone and going in for the kill. “Please breed me.”