Chapter 95 - You Are Dangerous,Red

It had been more than one day since Santiago had not seen Persephone's face. For the last twenty-four hours, the rain had been pouring with no intention of stopping. The weather was as gloomy as his mood. 

Frequently, he would look at the cold and empty side of his bed and wonder what she would be doing. Would she be eating Lara's ears off like she did with or the special treatment was reserved only for him? He wondered if Lara had asked her the reason why she was staying with her rather than with her man. Yeah, he knew he was not his man but at least, he was in everyone's eyes. Shouldn't for the sake of their act she have to come back? 

If not for the sake of his words, he would have long dragged her back to their bedroom and bound her to the bed! No, he wasn't thinking about doing dirty and unspeakable things to her like they were doing for the past few days. The woman was insatiable, let him tell you. She was bold and would never shy away from taking charge. She would demand what and how she wanted their foreplay to be. 

Never had he ever encountered such a bold and teasing woman before. Even the numerous escorts he had ravaged in the past could hold a candle to what she held. Sigh, the woman had ruined her for every woman. He would never be able to hold someone else in his arms without imagining her. 

He was so true when he said she was his damnation. It was better than she would be leaving the day after tomorrow for better. 

He wouldn't be tortured to dance with a single-celled woman like him ever again. 

He wouldn't be annoyed to death by hearing her nonsense. 

He wouldn't have to tolerate the stupidest creature on earth. 

And his IQ wouldn't hurt after staying in her proximity. 

Finally, he would be freed of the burden named Persephone Marino. 

However, whenever he would look at the cold and empty space beside him, he would feel an immeasurable void in his heart. There was sadness for no reason. Perhaps, being tortured to be imprisoned inside one room was mentally exhausting him. 

He wondered how Red spent all those years imprisoned inside her big Mansion? 

….

"Lara, am I troubling you?" Persephone asked the elderly woman nth time in the last twenty-four hours. 

And just like always, she would receive the same reply, "How could you, my dear? You are not capable of troubling anyone." 

Truth be told, Persephone had never met a woman as selfless and warm as Lara. She was the epitome of selfless love. Never had Persephone ever imagined that one day someone would be willing to shower warmth on her for nothing in return. 

Blinking away her tears, she asked, "Lara, when I am gone, you are not allowed to miss me." 

Lara smiled at the silly girl. She felt so connected with her for some reason. "How is it possible? How would I forget the girl who could fail even in boiling water? If I had not come back on time, you would have gotten hurt badly. Have you ever thought your stunt would put me in a big problem? Your man looks calm but let me confess, he intimidates the hell out of me." 

Persephone found herself smiling. Perhaps, she didn't realize how a smile bloomed on her dry lips as Lara called Vilain her man. "You are right. He can be intimidating at times. But underneath his hard exterior lies a very vulnerable and soft heart." 

She was not lying to Lara. In spite of Villain being mean and cruel to her, she could not forget how he put his own life in danger just to save her. She was not hero worshiping him or forgiving him for what he did and said to her. His words still stung here on the left side of her chest. 

Yet, she couldn't forget how he had treated her at the time when he was not mean and cruel with his words. He was just a human like her. She couldn't believe that he was born with a heart. 

Although she hated him for what he does for a living, she couldn't deny the fact that all the people she cared for and loved belonged to the same species of people. Be it Lucien or Salvatore...they all had killed and stolen. Even she had killed for saving her own life. 

"If you know that he has a soft and vulnerable heart, don't you think, child, that you are hurting him along with yourself?" Lara reminded her. She could see that the girl was dying to get a glimpse of her man but at the same time, she was hardening her heart to not think about him. She didn't know what had happened between the two of them but she hoped that they could forgive each other and save themselves from the pain they were unknowingly inflicting on each other. 

"He hurt me, Lara. He hurt me big time, " Persephone murmured, tears clouding her eyes. But she has to be proud of not letting them fall. 

Lara patted her head gently and she whispered, "Only the people we love hold the power to hurt us. If you were as indifferent to him as you are making it appear like, you wouldn't have been so hurt. My dear sometimes, we have to forgive the person we love the most for relieving the pain we are feeling in our heart." 

"What if they don't deserve forgiveness?" Persephone asked her. 

"Who in this world doesn't deserve forgiveness? You will not understand the value of forgiveness until you are the one begging for it," Lara said with a small smile. "Go and do what your heart is begging you to...before it's too late." 

"Too late?" Persephone whispered. Indeed, she didn't have long with him. 

Santiago was jolted out of his thoughts when he heard an impatient bang on his door. With furrowed brows, he stood up to open the door. Who was so audacious to bang on his door in the middle of the night especially when it was heavily pouring outside? 

His eyes widened in shock as soon as he opened the door. A wet and soft thing attacked him all of a sudden, refusing to free him out of the hold. However, something unexpected happened the next moment, he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder. 

Damn how long it had been since he had last felt her softness against his body? The void he was feeling earlier disappeared without a trace. 

"I hate you so much," She whispered in between tears. 

He didn't wipe those tears that he could feel against his now wet shirt. It wasn't because he was apathetic towards her but it was simply because he didn't know how to console a crying woman when he didn't even know why she was crying in the first place. 

Instead, he murmured, "I know. And you should." 

Instinctively, his hands cupped her ass and the next thing they knew was that her legs were wrapped around his waist and his mouth was hungrily ravaging hers. This was the first time she has seen him like this, without his usual control. If she hadn't found him losing his control for the first time ever, she would have called this man who had stolen the blue of his eyes from the beautiful-est ocean a true epitome of control. However, at this moment, she craves it more than anything else. 

She gave him full access as she hungered for his touch on her sizzling skin. Just a kiss and she was already on fire. His hands reached out to touch her, to bring her closer as one of his hands worked faster to remove the oversized T-shirt that didn't belong to her. 

Even if the said T-shirt belonged to a woman, it still was an eyesore to Santiago. 

He made wild noises in his throat as their tongues twirled, faster and harder. Everything seemed to fade… and only the noise of grunting and moaning was heard for the next few minutes. 

When he came back to his senses, he broke the kiss but not as suddenly as he should. Instead, he first dropped a peck on her red nose where his lisp lingered for a few moments before moving to her forehead.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his blues boring intensely into her greens. 

"For?" Persephone asked, panting heavily. "For losing control? For touching something you shouldn't?" 

"For making you leave the room," He murmured next. Truly, she had not expected him to apologize to her. He has always been a prideful asshole.

"Are you really sincere with your apology, Big Wicked Villain?" Persephone had developed a habit of adding creative adjectives before his name. 

"Big Wicked Villain?" He was suddenly amused. 

"Uhuh…" 

"You are dangerous, Red." 

'And you are dangerous for my heart.' Of course, she didn't say it aloud. Instead what she said next was going to turn the course of their lives forever but no one knew it until now. 

"Make love to me, Villain." 

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