Villain Ch 1795. Act Like a Fool
It was dizzying. Every breath he took was laced with perfume, heat, and skin.
And they weren't rushing.
They were savoring him. Tasting him like he was some luxury chocolate they planned to ruin before the wrapper even hit the floor.
Vivian rolled her hips, slowly grinding against him, lips brushing his neck.
Jane's hands wandered under his chestplate, tugging the last strap loose.
Bella's fingers ghosted down his abs like she was mapping out her next playground, and Shea was already mouthing along the inside of his thigh with the focus of someone worshiping a temple—not a man.
Zoe was massaging his scalp from behind the throne, smirking whenever he made the smallest sound. And Alice?
Alice just watched. Arms folded, eyes calculating, cheeks faintly pink.
He was pretty sure she was timing them. Strategizing his destruction.
