Villain Ch 1917. This is How Kings Fall
And… everything changed.
No more guessing.
No more teasing games.
No more letting them lead.
Allen moved like gravity—slow, undeniable, impossible to resist. He didn't wait for approval. He didn't ask permission. His hands were sure. His mouth was molten. The air shifted as if the atmosphere itself bent under his weight.
Whoever he pulled down first didn't stand a chance.
He flipped her onto her back—on the couch, across the cushions, one leg hooked over his shoulder—and took. Each thrust a command. Each breath stolen from her mouth a victory. He didn't need to guess anymore. He knew them. Every shiver. Every sigh. Every sweet spot that made them see stars.
She sobbed his name. He didn't slow down.
The others watched at first—wide-eyed, heat rushing back between their legs—but they didn't stay still for long. He reached blindly again and dragged the next into his lap. Then bent her forward. Then kissed her spine. Then flipped her too.
