Villain Ch 1736. I'm Not a Toy
Zoe was the first to move. She was impulsive and hungry, full of fire she pretended to hide under sarcasm. But this morning—her hands shook as she gripped his thighs and dragged her mouth over his hip bone like he was carved from marble and she'd been starving for weeks.
He moaned again. Not sharp. Not theatrical. Just wrecked.
It made her wetter than it should've.
Behind her, Shea exhaled like she was lighting a match.
"I like this version of him," she whispered, her voice too calm for how fast her heart pounded.
Jane hummed. "Yeah. I want more of it."
Alice didn't speak—she just kissed down his chest, slower than the others, like she was spelling a prayer with her lips. Her fingers curled against his side as she went, soft but certain.
Vivian was already straddling his waist, her thighs flexing as she leaned forward and kissed his throat. "Still breathing?" she asked, smirking against his pulse.
"Barely," Allen rasped.
Good.
