Falling For The Villain

by Robinson, M.

  She texted.

  She called.

  She was on my ass, and you’d think it would have granted me happiness, except it didn’t. Every day I had to fight the desire to answer her, to claim her, to steal her again. Wrong to dream about killing her brother, so I had no competition.

  I smiled.

  How fucked up, right?

  I didn’t learn one damn thing. Every bone in my body wanted what it couldn’t have, craving her like a desperate man.

  God knows I didn’t deserve her.

  And the devil wanted me alone with no one.

  My thoughts drifted, picturing pet playing for me.

  So carefree.

  So beautifully breathtaking.

  Wishing my day away so I could sleep and dream of only her. Nightfall took over, and still, I played my mother’s piano. Spending hours in another world where she and I were together. I shook off the sentiment and took another swig from the whiskey bottle, numbing myself with alcohol before I continued to play. Wondering if she was playing her piano and thinking of me.

  The balcony doors were open, and the breeze from the fresh air felt like freezing cold water against my skin. The atmosphere changed in the blink of an eye. The heat of her body radiated onto my back when she suddenly placed her fingers on top of mine like I had with her when she learned I could play too.

  We stayed there just like that.

  Playing together, the roles reversed.

  Now she was my captor, and I was her hostage in every way that mattered.

  Play for me, Juliet.

  Play.

  I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the tears to stay in. Once the song was over, neither one of us moved or said a word, terrified that if we did, this moment would all turn out to be just another dream.

  Wishful thinking.

  A purgatory for our love.

  Thinking my mind was playing tricks on me, or the liquor went straight to my fucking head. I watched as her hand moved, and she placed it over my heart.

  It was beating fast.

  Without turning, I knew she was smiling. Knowing the effect she always had on me.

  Taking her hand off my heart, I brought it up to my mouth to kiss each finger, her pulse, allowing my lips to linger.

  She was alive.

  Free.

  There was so much I wanted to ask, so much I wanted to know. My mind caught up with my heart. There would only be one reason she’d run back to the monster. Her heart was pounding, and as I felt her wrist, my soul felt something entirely different.

  I announced, “You’re pregnant.”

  She froze, unable to move from my possessive hold. “How do you know?”

  “You’re here, aren’t you?”

  “Was that your plan all along?”

  For the first time in six weeks, I smiled against her hand.

  Speaking with conviction, “No. This was God finally proving to me that he truly does exist.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  Donovan

  Slowly, I stood and spun to look down at her stomach. Before she could say one more thing, I dropped to my knees in front of her. My mouth was on her stomach, kissing the life we’d created from darkness and uncertainty.

  “We can’t live without you,” she uttered above a whisper.

  “And I can’t breathe without you.”

  Gazing up, I narrowed my eyes at her. “This is me, kneeling at your altar, worshipping you, adoring you, and begging you to forgive me for ever hurting you.”

  “You betrayed me. How could you do that to me?” She was eerily calm despite the tears running down her face.

  “I had to let you go.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it was the only way to set you free.” From me. From the darkness. From the past. From everything.

  “But I’m here now. To fight for you!” she yelled.

  I kissed her stomach again. “I know. It was the main reason I gave you back.”

  Juliet sighed and lowered her head. “I don’t understand.”

  “I needed you to come back to me of your own free will, or else I would have never been able to let go of the fact that I had you taken for me.” Stolen her, kidnapped her, made her cry.

  She winced, taking in the sincerity of my voice.

  I laid all my cards on the table, unable to do anything else but bow before my queen. “Here I am, pet. Showing you my ultimate weakness. It’s always been you, Juliet.”

  “Were you going to tell me the truth about my mother?”

  I shook my head.

  “Do you want me because I remind you of her?” She looked away, killing my soul in the process.

  After I gathered my thoughts, I answered, “I couldn’t help but be drawn to you from the first time I watched you play the piano. Your white dress, your hair pulled back, you came to life on that bench with your fingers over the keys.”

  Tears slid down her face, knowing exactly the moment I was referring to. All I wanted to do was reach forward and lick them all away.

  She’d been so innocent.

  So pure.

  So beautiful.

  So mine.

  I’d needed her like I needed air. There was no going back after that moment in time.

  No regrets.

  Only Juliet Sinacore.

  “From that day forward, pet. I thought about you, and I knew that I would eventually have you. It didn’t matter how fucked up the situation would be; there was no going back for me. I waited and waited and waited for what felt like an eternity. Until finally, you were mine.”

  “Donovan…” She wept, her lips trembling.

  Her eyes showed so many different emotions it was almost hard to keep up.

  “You’re not my slave, Juliet. You’re nothing like the women I’ve trained. You’re strong, resilient. Of all the things you’ve been through because of me, you’ve become this life force. I showed you my hell, and here you are burning with me. I’ve never met anyone like you before. You were made for me, Juliet.”

  She took a deep breath, wiping away all the tears that stained her cheeks.

  “You don’t owe me anything. I’m fully aware of that, pet. But you need to know the truth. I owe you that and so much more.” It was my turn to take a deep breath. “I fucking love you. Do you understand me? Do you understand how bad that is for a man like me? For the first time in my life, I need someone. You.”

  She broke down as if overwhelmed by her emotions, by the moment.

  I pulled her into my arms, holding her so tight it hurt to breathe.

  Longing to feel her, hold her, comfort her.

  Fucking love her.

  It took everything inside of me not to throw her over my shoulder and drag her onto the bed with me. Again, it needed to be her choice. I couldn’t make decisions for her anymore. I took one last look at her.

  Silently praying…

  She’d let me have my way with her.

  Let me, for the first time, love her completely, fully, without reservations, without fear.

  Her eyes were shining so bright. Her soft, silky hair was down, blowing in the wind from outside. She was wearing a cream flowing dress that wrapped around each delicious curve, and I wanted to rip it off her.

  My cock fucking twitched at the sight of her in my arms like it always did. Because she was mine, my Juliet, my sonnet, my melody, my heart.

  The feel of her.

  The smell of her.

  Overwhelming.

  Addicting.

  Calming.

  She straddled my waist, wrapping her arms around me too.

  “I love you, Juliet. I love you so much it terrifies me.”

  “I know. I love you too. I love you so much it hurts.” More tears streamed down her face. “It hurts everywhere.”

  “You’re even more breathtaking than I remember. Show me, Juliet, show me your pain so I can be the one to fix it.”

  I was relentless, angry, needy. Especially when I wanted something,
there was no stopping me. I was insatiable. My hands immediately traveled up her thighs, feeling the scars of what Troy did to her.

  “Don’t,” she murmured, knowing what I was thinking and how I wished he was alive only to kill him again.

  She didn’t allow another second to pass us by on words I’d never stop repeating to her.

  “I love you.” I kissed her nose, her lips until I believed she was real and was here against my body, on my cock, in my heart. “You’re carrying my child, a life we created. I swear to you that I will protect you both and keep you safe. You’re my whole world now.”

  She always had been.

  Always would be.

  “What does that mean?”

  “I signed the business away,” I confessed.

  She jerked back, not expecting me to say that. “You what?”

  “You heard me.”

  “When did you do this?”

  “The day after I let you go.”

  “What? Why?”

  “Because I can’t do it anymore. And most importantly, I didn’t want to.” Not without her by my side. Now that my revenge was purged from my soul.

  “But…” She kissed my lips. “I want you to be my master.”

  I grinned, licking away her tears. “You’ll always be my pet, Juliet. Just because I’m no longer a master for slaves doesn’t mean I’m not yours. I’m still the same man who needs both pleasure and pain. I’m still the same villain who wants you to bleed for him. I’m still the same hero who would die for you. Nothing has changed other than my love and devotion to you and our baby girl.”

  “Baby girl, huh? How do you know it’s not a boy?”

  “The devil doesn’t want two of me. You’re an angel, and our daughter will be too. Now, I’m going to tell you how this is going to go. We’re going to pick up where we left off. There is no starting over, no new beginnings, no fresh start. The only place we’re going right now is to that bed where I’m going to fuck you with my tongue, and you’re going to ride my cock, and if you’re a good girl, I might let you come.”

  Her mouth parted, releasing the air she didn’t realize she was holding.

  “I will never let you go again, pet. Know this now—you came back to me. That’s the end. This is your home. I am your master. There are no do-overs. We’re together forever, and not even death will part us. I’ll find you wherever you are and take you from there too.”

  She smiled. “You promise.”

  I grabbed her hand and placed it over my chest. “Cross my heart.”

  I didn’t give her a chance to reply before my mouth crashed onto her, kissing her passionately, adoringly, savoring every last touch, every last tear.

  The good and the bad.

  It was one giant buildup of weeks of dreaming about her just like this.

  At my mercy.

  I placed her on top of the piano, deciding I wanted to fuck her first here instead. The last time we were on this, we made a whole new life.

  Our baby.

  Mine.

  Passion and longing radiated off her, sending spasms down my body. Immediately, I knew she was soaking wet between her thighs. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I once again dropped to my knees in front of her for a completely different reason.

  Growling, I tore off her panties and smelled her warm fucking heat before licking from her opening up to her clit. I sucked it into my mouth, and she ground her pussy against my lips.

  My pet loved it rough, and I made her like that.

  Only me.

  It had been so long since I’d felt her in this way, and I could’ve blown my load from swallowing her taste.

  When she came down my face and screamed out my name…

  I lost all control.

  Exactly the way she craved.

  Juliet

  I heard him chuckling while he lapped at my bundle of nerves, manipulating them and sucking them in a way that had me panting and breaking to pieces in front of him. He didn’t give me any chance to recover. He fucked me with his mouth, tongue, and fingers, over and over again, till I kept coming, my juices running down his face, chin, and neck. Exactly how he wanted me to.

  “I want to feel you inside of me.”

  “Such a needy little pet.”

  He stood while undoing his belt and then his slacks. Fisting his cock, he grinned in a way that drove me wild and over the edge. I couldn’t believe I was here with him.

  My family.

  My home.

  Master now and forever.

  I could have cried from the happiness that was washing over me.

  The second his lips touched mine, he groaned and opened them. His tongue slid deep inside my mouth, and I moaned, tasting myself all over his lips.

  “You taste so fucking good, pet. I will never get enough of your sweet pussy coming in my mouth.”

  His hands were all over me, roaming, feeling every curve like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch me the most. I leaned into every touch and sensation, needing to feel him like I needed air to breathe.

  I couldn’t get enough of him.

  Holding onto my hips, he slammed his cock inside of me, jarring my body toward the edge of the piano. Thrusting in and out of me, each thrust more demanding than the last. He fucked me like he wanted to make us one person, one soul, heart.

  “Right there… Don’t stop… Right there…” I eagerly panted as he gripped onto my hips for leverage, continuing to pound into me. His dick hitting my g-spot from that angle.

  “You don’t tell me what to do, Juliet. Only been away from me for six weeks, and already you’ve forgotten who’s always in control.”

  “I haven’t forgotten, Master. I’m yours to do as you please.”

  “Your pussy is so tight, so wet, so fucking good…”

  My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my back arched off the piano, coming apart. He stifled my screams of ecstasy with his tongue in my mouth. His hands gripped onto my ass, spinning us around until my back hit the wall so fast that it should have surprised me, but it didn’t. It only intensified my desire and need for him.

  His dick had me scratching at his back, unable to get enough. He thrust in and out of me, hitting my g-spot with every demanding push and pull.

  It wasn’t nice.

  It wasn’t soft.

  He was him, fucking me into oblivion.

  His lower abdomen glided on my clit, and I threw my head back, matching his hip movement.

  I came hard.

  His hips jerked forward, and his hand covered my overly enthused mouth, making me whimper. Releasing my mouth, he placed one of his hands around my throat and his other on my hip, gripping hard and applying ample pressure to both. He forcefully and urgently made me bounce on his cock as he pounded into me with no remorse.

  I didn’t care.

  I wanted it all.

  “Fuck…” he growled and clutched my hip harder.

  My noises grew louder the closer I got to coming apart yet again. He fucked me harder and faster, mercilessly pounding into me, his balls drenched from my wetness.

  “That’s it, pet … just like that… Squeeze my cock with your tight cunt.”

  The slapping sound of our skin-on-skin contact echoed in the room.

  “Yes … yes … yes…” I breathlessly moaned.

  My body shuddered, throwing me off balance from the intensity and overpowering orgasm that only Donovan could ever give me. From the moment he put his hands on me…

  I was his.

  He didn’t stop, and my hands moved to his shoulders as he continued to slam into me. I tried to keep his pace, barely done with one release before another hit.

  “Who do you belong to, pet?”

  “You, Master. Always and only you.”

  That was enough to send him over the edge. With a growl from deep within his chest, he blew his seed deep inside of me. If I wasn’t already pregnant, this would have definitely done it. I fell forward and clenched onto his neck for su
pport. Panting profusely, I tried to catch our bearings while he placed kisses all over my face, still not removing himself from deep inside me.

  “I love you, Juliet. I fucking love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  “Later, when I’m done with you. When I haven’t stopped until I’ve kissed every inch of your skin. When I’ve made you come until you have nothing left. Until you’ve screamed my name so loud that you can’t talk for days. Until I finish you off with only my tongue, fingers, and cock. Then and only then will you know my love.”

  “Promise?”

  His answer was another orgasm brought on by every promise he’d made above. We spent the rest of the night just like this. Where he proved to me just how much…

  He was my master.

  And I was his.

  EPILOGUE

  Juliet

  “Your damn brother…” Donovan pouted, arms crossed. “Who the hell does the think he is anyway?”

  I just smiled. “Um, a Sinacore underboss, why?”

  Donovan still glared. “He’s not being careful enough.”

  “Really?” I sighed. “This from the whips and chains guy?”

  He scowled. “She’s only two.”

  “Right, and their little one is only a bit older, and look how well they’re playing together.” I nudged him and took a sip of my water. The family get-together for Naz’s birthday was everything I’d hoped it would be, and it was at our estate.

  Our kids, plus our little girl all in the grass sitting, giggling, showing expressions I would have never seen from my brother if he hadn’t found his other half.

  Which reminded me…

  “You want more?” I asked casually.

  Donovan froze, slowly turning toward me, his green eyes narrowing. “Are you asking or telling?”

  “Call me pet and see…”

  With a growl, he yelled back, “Romeo, kid duty.”

  Romeo made a face but shot us a thumbs-up as Donovan and I moved through the house toward our master bedroom. Through tragedy, joys were always available; just sometimes, you had to go through the hurt to stop the pain.

  Donovan closed the door behind us.

  I could feel his heat as he wrapped his arms around me and whispered against my neck, “Something to share, pet?”