Villain Ch 1865. The Kind of Love That Burns
Jane blinked. Her lip trembled. Just for a second.
Zoe's eyes flicked down to his chest, tracing one of the scratches she'd left on him like it was a contract.
Bella exhaled sharply.
Shea turned her head away, biting her lip.
Vivian made a low humming sound, soft and shaky.
None of them spoke at first.
But something shifted.
The atmosphere cracked.
Allen leaned back again and sighed. "Damn it, I sound like a drama lead or something."
"No," Larissa said, crawling toward him. "You sound like someone who knows what he wants."
Allen gave her a half-laugh, half-snort. "And you sound like someone who's about to sit on my face."
She paused mid-crawl. "Do you want me to?"
He groaned. "That's not the point—"
But her eyes glinted.
And she pounced.
He caught her easily, letting her straddle him, her thighs squeezing his waist like a prayer. She didn't grind. Just leaned forward, resting her forehead against his.
