Novel & Cerita Breaking A Romantic Fantasy Villain

What was I thinking, going into that tiny, dark space with the one man I should be running from? I almost let him kiss me…fucking hell… My fingers work hard at the fabric, rending my once favourite sheets into shreds. The pieces slip through my fingers and pool at my feet, and I realise that the sharp throbbing in my finger nail is real. I've broken the damn thing. My feet stumble backwards into my vanity table, and every breath I suck in feels less like oxygen and more like death. These fucking ugly curtains… I fist my fingers in the green curtain, flinching as the rail breaks free, clattering to the ground in a dusty mess.

I leaned closer, my mouth at her ear now, my voice a whisper meant only for her. “Kill whatever fantasies you’re holding onto,” I murmured. “You barely know Damien. I’ve worked beside him. He could never love someone broken.” I pulled back just enough to look at her face. “And you,” I added softly, “are beautifully broken.” She sucked in air sharply through her teeth, like the words had scraped something raw inside her. “I’m not broken.” I smiled. Slowly. My tongue flicked out, a deliberate, taunting motion, grazing the bare skin of her jaw. Not enough to comfort. Just enough to unsettle.

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

was currently my worst nightmare By the time I made it back to my room, I was ready to scream I slammed the door shut behind me and leaned against it, sliding down to the floor My wolf, Isla, was still going ballistic, whining and pacing and demanding I go find him “Absolutely not,” I hissed at he. “He’s married. To our mother. This is not happening” But even as I said it, I knew it was a lie Because the bond didn’t care about logistics. It didn’t care about morality or family drama or the fact that this was the single worst possible match in the history of terrible matches

It drove me crazy in the best possible way, turning me into an addict for something I may probably never get again. "Fuck Princess." He cursed against my skin, sounding almost as breathless as I was. "You're soaked for me." I threw my head onto his shoulders as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, keeping that slow hard pace. My world felt like it was been rippled apart, opening a part of me I never dared to explore. Why do forbidden things always taste so damn sweet? "Jace... don't stop." I pleaded, eliciting the softest groan from him.

The Villain I'm wiping down the counter at the diner when all chatter ceases expeditiously. I look up to find the reason for the lack of breath from most of the patrons standing at the doorway, angry green eyes fixed on me. I unconsciously gulped as he stalked closer, eyes narrowed. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I looked around, every eye in the diner was fasten on us. "Um.. no?" I said unsurely. He came up to the counter, his arms flexing under his shirt as he grips the marble. "We made a deal, princess. Don't tell me you go back on your promises."

"Let her make it about betrayal and victimhood. I didn’t destroy her. I just destroyed the illusion she married into." He looked at me for a long beat. "You're not going to stop, are you?" "No," I said simply, kissing his jaw. "Alejandro still hasn’t paid." He stroked my lower back, eyes burning into mine. "And what happens when he starts playing dirty too?" I smiled. "Then I get dirtier." We stayed there, tangled together on the couch, sipping wine and watching the empire burn. “Why do you talk like a fairlytale vilian” he asked, dragging a finger along my thigh.

The kind of scene that requires full silence, no distractions, and possibly a fan. And now? Now I’m seething and aroused and emotionally abandoned all before 10 a.m. Excellent. I sink into the pillow with a huff, muttering under my breath. “I swear, if one more person checks in on my healing, I will break this IV stand and use it to stab…” The villain's hands are now tangled in her hair, his lips pressed against her neck as he sucks softly, trailing kisses down her neck. He's saying things no real man should get away with but with that cold dominance?

“But you keep refusing to stay away. So whose fault is this, hmm?” “Makes me wonder just how much I must have spoiled you,” he continued, his breath hot against my cheek. “To let you speak to me in that tone. Tell me — how many times did you spread those legs for me that I actually considered marriage? How many times did I fuck you raw before you tricked me into thinking you were worth keeping?” “Just leave me alone,” I choked out, vision spotting black. “Answer me!” he roared, shaking me once. “Don’t you ever think that because I can’t see, it means I don’t know exactly which part of your body to break. I’ll break every inch of you… and throw what’s left in a place no one will ever find.”

Even if you say that, I still have my faith. Xavier resumed fingering her, and it only took half a minute for her orgasm. She was silent as the euphoria flooded her, hating herself for cumming by his hand. He was the Antichrist, her enemy, and he had just taken advantage of her womanhood and used her own body against her. "I'll never let you break me." "Oh, my darling ice queen, I don't have to break you..." He pulled his fingers free and then jammed them in her mouth, forcing her to taste her own feminine essence. "You're already melting."