Villain Ch 1806. I Don't Know What I'm Doing
Allen froze. Just for a second. His eyes opened, looking down at her hands. Then at her face.
"Azura…" his voice was low, rough. "You sure?"
She bit her bottom lip, cheeks burning. "I'm sure."
Her fingers kept moving. Up. Over his abdomen.
He didn't stop her.
She peeled the shirt over his head and dropped it beside the couch.
Then—
Her breath hitched.
Because damn.
He was a gamer. A strategist. A smooth talker.
But under all that?
Muscle.
Not the bulky, gym-bro kind. No. This was honed. Precise. A body shaped by motion, by tension, by movement.
His abs were defined. Shoulders broad. Collarbones sharp like the edge of a blade.
But what caught her attention—what made her heart twist and her thighs squeeze together—were the marks.
Hickeys.
Scratches.
Faint bite prints.
She stared.
He didn't speak. Just watched her watch him.
