Villain Ch 1862. One Round isn't Enough
The words cracked through the haze like thunder. The little plastic dice, the scattered cards, the smug mechanics of Dominion of Desire—all of it was instantly irrelevant. Nobody cared about rules anymore. Nobody cared about turns. There was only him.
Allen leaned back on the couch, his breath heavy, one hand sliding deliberately to the waistband of his undone pants. His thumb hooked into the zipper and tugged it down the rest of the way. The sound of the metal teeth parting was louder than it should've been in that room, scraping along their nerves.
And when he pushed the fabric aside—
When his cock sprang free, hard and veined and angry with neglect—
The room gasped in unison.
Shea moved first.
Of course she did.
