My beautiful villain… He thinks he loves me. I think he does too. So… shouldn’t it be me then…? “Who… should be fucking me?” he asks again, pressing kiss after kiss on my neck until I’m so dizzy, I’m falling into him. “M-me,” I tremble out the word, barely audibly. “Hm? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over how fast your heart is beating.” He grins on my flesh while playing with my fingers. Grabbing his face fast, I rip him off my neck so I can see the skies in his eyes. “Me, Warren,” I growl, and he bites his lip. “I think it should be only me.”
