REBORN My Second Life I Became The Villianess (Nyxara) novel Chapter 29

When I turned to look at the wall behind my bed, my blood ran cold.

Dario was literally stepping out of the wall, casually sliding a concealed wooden panel shut behind him. He was wearing just a pair of loose gray sweatpants, his dark hair damp and clinging to his forehead like he had just stepped out of the shower.

Between the broad, chiseled chest, the ink on his skin, and those lethal eyes, he looked like an actual fucking god. Jesus Christ, I almost had a mini heart attack right then and there.

I scrambled backward off the bed, clutching my phone like a weapon, and hissed, "What the hell are you doing here? How did you even get in here? And what the hell is that?" I pointed a shaking finger straight at the wall panel.

He didn't waste a single second answering. He crossed the distance between us in two long strides, his hand shooting out to grab my waist before I could even blink, hauling me hard against his chest.

"My room is directly below yours," he murmured, his voice a low, rough rumble right against my ear. "I had them give you this room specifically because it gives me a direct line straight to you."

"Let go of me right now," I snapped, trying to shove my hands against his chest, though my heart was hammering a million miles an hour. "Someone is going to hear you…"

He let out a dark, amused chuckle against my skin. "This room is completely soundproof, kitten. Scream all you want. No one can hear a damn thing." he said against my ear.

Before I could fire back another word, his lips closed over mine.

It wasn't a warning; it was a takeover. His mouth locked over mine, demanding and rough, stealing every bit of oxygen I had left.

My hands flew up to push him away, but his grip shifted instantly, sliding down to grip the back of my thighs. With terrifying, casual strength, he lifted me straight off the floor.

Panic and pure adrenaline spiked through me, and to keep from tumbling backward, my legs automatically flew up, wrapping tightly around his waist as he deepened the kiss, pressing me harder against the wall.

My hands flew up to push him away, but his grip shifted instantly, sliding down to grip the back of my thighs. With terrifying, casual strength, he lifted me straight off the floor.

Pure panic and adrenaline spiked through me, and to keep from tumbling backward, my legs automatically flew up, wrapping tightly around his waist as he deepened the kiss, pressing me harder against the wall.

The cold surface bit into my shoulder blades. His mouth was relentless, hot and demanding, tasting of whatever dark hunger had been building between us. I could feel the hard line of his body pinning me there, the flex of muscle under my calves as he held me up like I weighed nothing.

My fingers dug into his shoulders, then slid up into his hair, gripping hard enough to hurt. He made a low sound against my lips, something between a growl and a groan, and the vibration shot straight through me.

The sensation was so sharp and new that a broken sound escaped my lips. It was a half gasp, half sob. No one had ever touched me. I had never even touched myself. The wet heat of his tongue circling, then the sudden firm suction, sent a bolt of pure sensation straight down between my legs . My fingers clenched in his hair hard enough to sting, but he only groaned against my breast and sucked harder.

He left a dark mark just above the peak, then another lower, teeth grazing carefully before he soothed the sting with his tongue. He switched sides, claiming the other nipple the same way, pulling it deep into his mouth, rolling it between his lips, drawing on it until my back arched hard off the wall and my hips jerked helplessly against him.

Every pull sent tighter, hotter sparks coiling low in my belly, everything inside me was being wound past the point of control.

His free hand cupped and squeezed the breast he wasn’t sucking, thumb dragging over the wet, swollen tip he’d already marked. The dual sensation made my thighs tremble around his waist. I could feel how wet I was becoming, the unfamiliar slick heat of it, and the shame of it mixed with the dizzying pleasure until I was shaking.

He kept going, his mouth moving between both breasts, leaving a trail of dark, possessive marks across my breast, sucking hard enough that I knew they would still be there tomorrow. Each mark made the pressure inside me climb higher.

My breathing turned into short, desperate pants against the top of his head. I was so close to an earth shaming orgasm.

Suddenly there was a sharp knock sounded at the door. I froze, a panicked whimper escaping as my whole body jerked. Reality slammed back in for half a second, someone was right there, just on the other side of the wood. I tried to push at his shoulders, heart hammering in fear.

“Dario” I whispered, but he didn’t stop. His mouth stayed sealed over my nipple, sucking deeper, harder, as if the knock only made him more determined.