All Chapters of REBORN: My Second Life. I Became The Villianess: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

As Bianca and I splashed through the shallows and reached the water's edge a good distance away from Dario and a now-fuming Nysa, I hesitated. I reached for the hem of my t-shirt to pull it off, but froze as memory hit me. Dario had left an ungodly amount of hickeys all over my chest just an hour ago. If I stripped down to my bikini in front of Bianca, she’d see every single mark, so would Nysa and the others."I'll be right back, just need to take my shorts off," I muttered to Bianca, keeping my oversized tee glued to my skin. I waded back out to the dry sand just out of immediate earshot, shed my denim shorts, and left the long t-shirt on as a makeshift dress.When I ran back into the surf, Bianca grabbed me by the shoulders and dragged me under. We spent the next hour tossing water at each other, swimming out past the breakers until the sun finally dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in deep shades of violet and navy.By the time we waded back ashore, the beach had cleared o

I came hard, crying out his name“Dario…” as my walls clenched around his fingers and my thighs shook against his shoulders, but he didn’t stop. He kept licking, kept sucking, kept working his fingers through every pulse, drawing it out until I was gasping and oversensitive.Then he flipped us over, In one smooth move he rolled onto his back and dragged me up until I was straddling his face. My thighs framed his head. He looked up at me for half a second, his eyes dark and his mouth already glistening, then he pulled my hips down and buried his face in my pussy again.“Ride it,” he ordered, voice rough against me. “Use my mouth.”I did. I ground down onto his tongue, rolling my hips, chasing the next orgasm while he licked and sucked and groaned like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted. His hands gripped my ass, spreading me wider, holding me right where he wanted me. Every time I tried to lift up, he yanked me back down.My second orgasm hit harder. “Dario…fuck… to much” I screamed

Dario’s POVThe rain was deafening, hitting hard against the twisted metal of the car like a hammer. Blood was pouring down my face, hot and stinging my eyes, turning the flashing amber hazard lights into blurry smears against the empty, pitch-black highway.My chest felt like it was crushed. Every breath out of me felt like glass was cutting away at my lungs. I couldn't feel my legs. They were trapped under the dashboard, dead. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the gut-punch realization tearing me apart inside.As sat there bleeding out, my brain flashing backward through the nightmare of the last few years, it all hit me. It was a curse. Every damn bit of it. My mom. My dad. Ella. Bianca. My grandparents.All of them, dead.They didn't go out all at once, either. It was a slow, agonizing bleed-out. One by one, my whole family got picked off on by one, in freak accidents, sudden sicknesses, and silent tragedies that didn't make any sense. And it all tracked back to one s

The next day, the Vexari family arrived at the estate to officially cement the arrangement. We were gathered in the sitting room, the air thick with polite corporate talk and clinking crystal. In my past life, this was the exact moment Nysa had taken the initiative, flashing a shy, perfect smile and asking if I wanted to take a walk in the gardens to get acquainted. Like a fool, I had gone with her, walking straight into the spider's web.History tried to repeat itself. Nysa shifted in her seat, leaning over with that practiced, delicate flutter of her lashes. "Dario," she murmured, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness, "would you like to take a walk in the gardens? It's so stuffy in here, and I'd love to talk alone."I didn't move an inch. My arms remained crossed over my chest as I leaned back against the sofa. I didn't smile and I didn't offer a polite nod. I certainly didn't stand up, I just looked at her. I looked at her very, very carefully.I studied the slight tilt of

"And it didn't stop with Mom and Dad," I said, my voice dropping to a harsh, gravelly whisper that echoed off the high ceilings.I looked straight at my grandmother, seeing the fragile, elegant woman she was right now, and forced my mind back to the hollow, agonizing months that followed the funeral."After Mom and dad died, the grief hollowed this house out," I told her, stepping closer. "You were both shattered. Ella and Bianca completely shut down, becoming hermits locked away in their rooms, refusing to eat, wasting away from grief while I was too blind to see the web tightening around us."My grandmother’s breath hitched, her hand trembling as she clutched the arm of the sofa."I remember the day you died," I said, locking eyes with her. "I was at the office, trying to drown myself in work to escape the crushing silence of this house. My phone rang. It was Nysa, screaming hysterically, telling me you had an accident, that you fell down the stairs."I turned slowly, pointing a rig