Falling for the Villain by M. Robinson

CHAPTER TWO

Donovan

She did well. Better than I thought she would. After all this time, I finally had her. After four years of waiting for her, she was now a twenty-two-year-old woman.

A Sinacore.

I wanted her.

I had always, always wanted her.

Her innocence.

Her beauty.

Her body.

I’d been counting down the days to have her here with me. Away from everyone—her family, her friends—no one would find her. I made sure of it.

Images of Juliet flashed through my mind.

Her soft hair.

Her intoxicating scent.

Her sweet, salty pussy.

The way she cried.

Moaned.

Begged.

Mine.

Control wasn’t given. Power wasn’t handed. It was taken, exactly how I had taken her. My body relaxed, thinking about her in all the ways I shouldn’t.

Slowly, I rose to my feet, adjusted my tie, and made my way out of my office. It was morning, the next day. Twenty-four hours since I had my first taste of her, and already I was craving more. Fully aware that nothing would ever be enough when it came to her.

It never was.

With each step, I felt more and more like myself. The grand hall of my mansion was empty, and its gold-plated ceiling seemed to glisten as I let myself in the room where Juliet would be waiting for me.

Two guards stood by the door.

“Open.”

The guard jerked the heavy metal door to the side, and I walked in, nodding for them to close the steel door me. The entire room was blanketed in white, matching her complexion, but it was perfectly decorated with all the things she loved, including her beloved piano. Or should I say mine? I remembered the first time I had watched her play, in complete and utter awe of what she could do with her hands.

Her talent.

Her passion.

It poured out of her like the blood on my hands.

She was sleeping, passed out on a bed made for a queen. I watched her for most of the night from the cameras that were set up in her room. Even after I left her alone, she played the piano. Barely touching the food and water I had delivered to her. Each piece she played was darker, sadder, more intense than the last. Every emotion she felt was let out through the keys of black and white cords. It was all color. She was bright and bold. Fucking glowing from the inside out. Making my cock twitch at the sight of her. Images of me grabbing her by her sinful hips and fucking her up against the wall skated through my mind. Not to mention making her deep throat my dick between those perfect, pouty lips.

I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and inhaled. She smelled like sunshine, rain, and life itself. Possessiveness washed over me as I pulled in every single emotion I had that was screaming at me to touch her more, to hug her.

Offer comfort when I had none to give.

Comfort was a lot like love—once you give it, there was no taking it back.

She would need it to survive, and then I’d fuck it out of her when it was convenient for me. I tried not to focus too much on the thought of her beneath me, blindfolded as I thrust into her.

The vision was too tempting.

I’d make her fall in love with me.

And in the end, if she didn’t…

She’d die.

Juliet

My eyes fluttered open, feeling him staring at me. He was sitting in a chair beside my bed.

Talk about fucking creepy.

As soon as my sleepy gaze connected with his, he ordered, “Strip,” in a rough, demanding tone.

I didn’t know what came over me; my father always said that my defiance would get the best of me one day.

Well, that day had come.

He simply stood, commanding respect and obedience. I didn’t back down, lifting my chin higher and glaring at him. In one fluid motion, he unhooked the cufflinks of his collared button-down shirt and rolled up the sleeves. Through my stupidity, I still didn’t cower. Instead, I sat up, tucking my knees under my body, and pretended like I wasn’t scared as if I was a child. Unbuckling his belt next, he graciously pulled it out of the loops from his slacks. At first, I thought he was going to push himself on me. I could have been ready for that. Not once did I think he was going to do what he was about to.

With a snap of his belt in the air like a whip, I jumped. Instantly, I opened my mouth to tell him I would do what he ordered, but I was too late. He had other plans, and I only had myself to blame.

“You can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“What are you—”

He raised his hand and swung the belt down, right by my leg. I loudly gasped as it hissed through the air and then slapped against the mattress. My eyes widened with fear, immediately cowering away from him. Gripping the belt tighter, he whipped it again, by my ass this time. The sound echoed off the walls, and I shuddered, panting profusely.

“I’m sorry!” I shouted, hoping my apology would be enough to suffice him.

I was wrong; if anything…

It only provoked him.

His grasp white-knuckled the belt the whole time, not letting up on his assault. “Now, let’s try this again. I. Said. Strip.”

“Or you’ll hit me?”

“Or you’ll like it.”

Just to prove that he would, he struck the belt to my ass, and it bit my skin. It didn’t break my flesh, but I could feel my skin swelling. It was enough for me not to have to be told again, basically throwing off the clothes I was taken in. My naked body shook while my knees buckled, and my chest was rising and falling with each second that passed between us.

He didn’t just look at me—he stared through me, seeing every last inch of me.

I swallowed the shame I felt, yet again, at my body’s response to him. It wasn’t the violence that got me; it was the look in his eyes that reminded me of all the men my father was always around.

Soulless.

“Happy now?!”

He moved so fast I barely had time to register that I was stumbling backward until his hand was on my neck, shoving me against the wall behind me. My mind pleaded with me to search for something sharp to stab him with, while my horror held me captive with his tight hold over my windpipe. This was when I noticed how tall he was; he towered over my small frame.

“I’d be happier if you obeyed my orders. That was me being kind to you, Juliet. Disobey me again and watch how fast you’ll live to regret it.”

With that, he cruely let me go and nodded toward the bathroom. Once we were both standing in there, he turned on the shower, and I didn’t have to be told this time. I stepped inside, only to be met with freezing cold water.

I shrieked and jolted back. “It’s cold!”

“Of course it is.” He leaned against the door, folding his arms over his solid chest. Relaxed as ever. “You get hot water when you deserve it.”

I was naive to think he wouldn’t punish me. “What happened to you?”

He stood, belt in hand, and the sound of it twisting between his fingers would be forever burned in my mind. “Did I say you could ask me questions, Juliet? Did I say you could even look at me?”

I clenched my jaw, shaking my head.

“Get your ass in the shower before I change my mind and teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.”

I hesitantly stepped inside, shivering under the cold water, trying to ignore his words as I washed the horror from my body. I dug my soapy fingers into my skin and ignored the terror I felt building up in my soul. Squeezing my eyes shut, I prayed I could do this.

Live through this.

I started to think about my family. My life. The future I still desperately wanted to have that didn’t include this sociopath. Until a scream erupted from my lips after his first lash, and then second, third, and fourth. He whipped my ass, the back of my thighs, my stomach, and my breasts.

“Please!” I dropped to my knees and begged.

Crying.

Frozen.

Fucking dying.

And then he was behind me, leaning forward, massaging the tender skin with his fingertips.

I hissed in pain. In agony. Trying so hard to not feel broken.

“You said you weren’t going to hurt me unless I didn’t listen to you. I listened! I was in the shower, wasn’t I?” I’d never forget what he spewed next. It was now a part of me, embedded deep into my bleeding skin and becoming one with him.

Kissing my cheek, he confessed, “I couldn’t resist watching you hurt for me.”