Villain Ch 1866. He Needs a Medal
On the couch. Against the wall. In the hot spring, steam curling around their tangled bodies as he lifted them one by one onto his lap. On the floor, where they clawed at him like starved women feasting on their last meal. In the shower, water pouring over his back as Zoe and Jane pressed against him, kissing and moaning into his mouth while he fucked them both with relentless rhythm.
It wasn't just sex.
It was warfare.
And yet—
It was also tender.
Between the madness, Allen found himself kissing them softly. Stroking hair out of their faces. Whispering their names like they mattered more than the climax. He'd stop mid-thrust just to smile at their flushed cheeks and say, "You're beautiful like this."
They weren't ready for that.
None of them.
Vivian had burst out laughing the first time he said it, like it was a joke. Then she cried. Then she kissed him harder than ever.
