[The Chapter is filled with heavy smut words. As you know that the book is tagged R-18, but I know not every one of you is 18 yet, so please skip the chapters because I don't want your parents to curse me for corrupting their kid's untainted mind more than I already had. Thank you. And if you still didn't skip, you're my loyal reader. ]
Santiago hastily dropped her in the middle of the mattress. The bed that came off cold and uncomfortable a moment ago was the only place where he wanted her right now. He knew that he had to have her as soon as possible or he wouldn't be able to hold himself.
"Villain?" Persephone whispered his name as she felt his eyes intensely roaming on her body.
"Shh," he murmured as he placed his finger on her honey lips. She still tasted like a dream. "Let me make love to you, baby."
Persephone swallowed, blinking away her tears, and then nodded.
She didn't want him to fuck her like always. She wanted something different. She carved for his gentleness for once. And if she missed this chance today she was afraid that she would miss it forever. And she didn't want to go back to her world with regrets.
"You are beautiful, Red. So beautiful," said Santiago, and his mouth came crashing to hers. His mouth moved against her as if he was tasting her for the one last time. He wasn't fast or urgent; rather he was slow, too slow as if he was going to tattoo the taste of her mouth and the feel of her tongue in his mind.
She melted in a puddle as heat rolled off his body and moans escaped her mouth.
"Red?" He whispered against her lips.
The eyes that she didn't know until now were closed, slowly opened. She blinked those tortuous green eyes, her long and curly lashes fanning at him.
"Don't fall for me," He murmured. His voice wasn't a threat but rather a request. He didn't know what was happening in his moment but all he knew was that he needed to clear it to her as to where they stand in this little lustful game of theirs. Then again, even he knew they had long crossed the bridge of return.
"Don't fall for a man like me, Persephone, "He reminded her again. "You deserve so much better than someone who is going to destroy you."
Persephone was stunned for a moment but the next moment, she did something that even surprised her. She moved her mouth against his jaw and whispered, "I don't care."
Perhaps, this was what he was waiting for or this was what made him even more wild. His lips hurried from her mouth, roaming along her jaw until he reached the side of her neck. He dropped feather kisses on her neck and collarbone and she started moaning once again. Soon, the light kisses started turning into bites. And in the next moment, bites turned into nips and sucks.
Her now pale skin had marks of his activity in a long trail. His mouth was doing magic on her skin. Even if she wanted to open her eyes to look at him, she just couldn't.
"Why are you still dressed?" When a jolt of sanity hit her, she opened her eyes but got mesmerized once again as met her eyes.
"Aren't you too?" He grinned and freed her perfect boobs from the black bra that she was wearing.
Persephone moaned when he palmed one of her boobs and pinched the other.
"Oh, God!" She exclaimed when she felt another pinch.
"Let me taste you, baby," Santiago cooed.
Oh God, she loved hearing him calling her nicknames. It was just the second time but she loved it already.
Grasping his thick hair in her hands, she felt his hot breath on her nipple, and slowly and slowly, he was licking her. When his mouth was working on her boobs, his hand entered her panties and then gradually her core…
Now Persephone was panting heavily…
She was going mad…
This weird ache between her legs was unbearable.
She needed him right now but only if he was ready
Her breaths came out rough and shallow when she felt her pussy invaded by his finger. His hand fucked her unhurriedly, in and out. It was not close to what she needed but it was doing for now as the pressure unknown to her built between her legs.
She moaned louder when the single finger turned into two and slowly into three. She was shaking badly as she couldn't take this pressure but he was in a hurry to stop.
Her eyes widened as she failed to close them at this moment when his hand was moving in and out, up and down, and slow and fast. Perhaps, she didn't realize how hard she was grasping his hair or how loud she was screaming.
Santiago had always known that his Red was a screamer and it brought him immense joy to know that it was him who was capable enough of making her scream in this magnitude.
She had come several times on her hand in the last few minutes and now he needed a release fast. He knew that if he waited any longer, he would not be able to hold himself or worse would come right in his pants.
Therefore, he got rid of his pants and then his boxer briefs as soon as he removed his fingers from inside her.
Instead of feeling relief, the empty ache was back between her legs again.
Instantly starting his game, he parted her legs wide before settling in between. He struck Persephone to watch him doing dirty things to her. And she didn't disappoint him, her wide eyes were fixated on his length. Taking his time, he unhurriedly put a condom on his painfully bulging length and then, carefully pulled her nearer him by holding her thighs. He rubbed the head of his cock on the stub of her core in a circular motion making her moan.
Only when he felt her overwhelmed in lust, he thrust inside her. He grunted when her tightness enveloped her cock and made it a bit difficult for him to move in spite of her being badly wet and ready for him.
He grabbed her waist and moved in and out. Santiago was oddly slow and careful with her today. It was not because he was worried that he might break her apart, rather it was because he wanted to tattoo every single thing about her in his mind.
The way she breathed when he thrust to the way she moaned when she felt pleasure to the way she screamed when she found herself in the land of euphoria.
Everything about her was unique and novel. She was a goddess in and out of bed. Sometimes, he considered Nico, the quickest Bastard alive for being able to claim her, however, it wouldn't be for long. Even if Nico had a marriage contract with her, it wasn't him who was inside her, making her produce wild grunts and moans. It was him only.
She was his in a way she would never be Nico's and he intended to keep her his forever in the same way.
Soon, she climaxed against his hardness but he didn't stop. Only when he orgasmed did he pull out and collapse on the bed beside her.
Santiago and Persephone were panting as if they were running a marathon.
"You were amazing," he murmured as he dropped a peck on her forehead.
Breathing heavily, she turned to face him, "Why are you doing this to me?"
Her whisper pierced his heart but he had nothing to say in return. Even he didn't know why he was doing what he was doing? He was just confused. Yesterday, he called her manipulative and calculative and today, he was calling her amazing and what not!
Has he gone crazy? Perhaps...or what else would be the justification of this craziness?
"I don't know what's happening to me either, Red," Santiago mumbled, however, and failed to hear this. He pulled her body closer to his chest and murmured, "Sleep, baby. We have a long day tomorrow."
"Are we leaving for New York tomorrow?"Persephone questioned, meeting his eyes.
" No,"Santiago was quick to respond. "Tomorrow, I will take you somewhere else."
"I don't have a dress, Villain," he heard her faded voice before sleep took over her tired body.
Tucking her under the blanket, he also laid beside her and closed his eyes to let sleep take over his body like it did to hers but bastards like him had no privilege of contented sleep too.
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