Page 70 of Wicked Villain

My mouth falls open and my stomach plummets. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Again, you’re not listening.”

“I’m listening,” I snap, balling my hands at my sides into tight fists.

“No, baby girl, you aren’t. Hearing and listening are different sides of the same coin. You need to do both when dealing with me.” His tone is dry, completely void of emotion. “You are in breach of our contract. A breach requires a punishment, or a termination. I think out of you and me, you stand to lose more if we end our contract.”

The truth slams into me.

Mama.

Oh God. He won’t pay for her treatment.

That’s what my stupid actions could cost me.

He takes another step closer. “Need more explanation? Or are you catching up?”

“I understand,” I grate out.

He takes a step backward and arches a hard brow. “Then I don’t need to repeat myself.”

He wants me to take my clothes off. How typical of him to humiliate me or make this about sex.

This is how it might happen. Right here. Outside.

He didn’t take me on our wedding night, or the night after, then I got a few days of grace. I suppose that’s the best I could hope for from a monster.

Lev’s eyes bore into me, waiting and demanding.

Swallowing my pride, I decide to start with my pajama bottoms. It’s less degrading, though honestly, I’m just fooling myself by stalling.

I roll them down my legs and follow with my panties. All that’s left is the top, which at the moment is barely covering my ass. The moment I straighten, he’ll see everything else.

I don’t look at him, but I feel his heated gaze all over me, taking in everything, including my uneven breaths and the tremor running through my body.

I build up the courage to straighten and, just like I expected, his gaze drops to my pussy.

I reach for my top button, but my fingers freeze up. Once this comes off, I’ll be completely naked. No man has ever seen me naked before. I didn’t know this is how it would happen.

“Take it off, now.” His voice comes out thicker than usual. I risk meeting his gaze and am thrown off guard by the heat in his eyes.

Every muscle in my body tenses, but my nerves tingle, thrumming beneath my skin.

I clench my jaw and undo the buttons, working my way down to the last, then I summon courage and ease the top off my shoulders, exposing my breasts.

The top floats down to the ground, settling at my feet. Then the crisp night air drifts over me, cold against my skin, as if I needed the reminder of my nakedness.

Lev’s gaze drags over me, dangerous and mesmerizing as he takes in the large swells of my breasts, the flat planes of my stomach, the smooth mound of my sex, and down my legs. My skin burns everywhere his eyes touch.

I can’t even breathe; my lungs won’t work.

With a crude smile, he moves over to the table and removes the scotch and the glass, setting them on the floor. Then he points to the table. “Hop on.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

Damn him.