Villain Ch 1909. Payback
Vivian, Jane, Bella, Shea, Zoe—they circled like a dance. Passing fruit between lips. Leaning in too close. Dragging soft fingers across his neck. Licking his lips, just to taste the salt and wine on his mouth. Someone kissed his knuckle. Another bit his ear.
He stopped caring who was who.
The warmth was too much. The teasing too intense. The silk of Shea's dress against his thigh. The honey-slick peach on his tongue. The sharp clink of a fork dropped too fast.
His own laugh, low and breathless, not quite calm anymore.
He was still Allen.
Still cool.
Still in control.
But only because he hadn't snapped yet.
And they knew it.
And they loved it.
"Enough," he murmured finally, voice like smoke and stone. "Or I won't be patient."
Zoe blinked. "You were being patient?"
Jane sighed dramatically. "Okay, someone's taking him to a room now, or I swear I will."
"Only if we get to watch," Bella muttered.
