Villain Ch 1808. Insecurity
Her body was already betraying her—shivering, trembling, melting beneath his weight. She didn't even realize he was sliding his hands under her shirt until the fabric lifted, cool air brushing against her heated skin.
And then—he pulled it away.
Gently. Almost reverently.
She gasped, a small sound, half-surprised, half-ashamed. Her arms twitched like she might cover herself, but Allen's eyes—steady, unhurried—stopped her.
Still, her heart pounded. Maybe she was cold.
No.
Maybe she was embarrassed.
Or nervous.
Or maybe all of it at once.
Because reality crashed into her… Allen had already been with seven other girls. Seven. Each of them gorgeous, powerful, confident.
Would he compare?
Would she fall short?
She thought of Shea's perfect figure, Vivian's model curves, Larissa's toned strength. Each image stabbed her with insecurity. Her cheeks burned hot.
Allen must've noticed. He always did.
