Villain Ch 1978. I Deliver Outcomes
Allen watched her.
Not just like a man admiring a woman.
But like a king watching someone surrender.
Every inch of satin she pulled down was another beat skipped. Another flicker of that wicked smile on his face. Another whisper of his breath getting darker.
She was down to nothing but her underwear now.
Allen exhaled.
"I like when you trust me," he murmured.
Then he reached for her.
And every muscle in her body tensed.
Not from fear.
But from the sheer weight of his presence.
He didn't touch her mouth.
He didn't even kiss her first.
No.
Allen dipped his head, breath ghosting over her collarbone. Then, lower. His lips touched the curve of her shoulder. His fingers slid up her thighs, not to tease.
But to own.
He didn't ask for permission. He didn't need to.
He was the kind of man who knew when a moment belonged to him. When someone did.
And tonight? She belonged.
