Page 39 of Hero & Villain (Super Serum Billionaires #1)
“Not you, darling, but a friend of mine. I’m speaking into the void.
Come to the Lounge, and bring Rog and his black bag.
I’ll need a truth serum and some morphine.
I don’t care if he’s in the middle of a fight.
” He shook his head and kissed me, his lips softly playing mine like I was an instrument.
How dare he? I bit him, and this time there was blood when he pulled back.
“You summoned some friends to work me over? Do you intend to torture me? I’m sure you've heard about my reputation. I can cope with torture.”
He licked his lips, his blood so dark and beautiful.
His eyes were soft, even after I’d bitten him.
There was something seriously wrong with his psychological processes.
That was de rigeur for villains, though.
“Darling, I think you might like the torture I have in mind for you. I am not going to continue this conversation and my subsequent death until you’ve been properly examined.
I’m talking about your arm, not your motives, although I would love to delve into your beautiful mind as deep as you’ll let me go.
” He kissed me again, just asking for more pain.
He tasted so good. Too soon, he pulled away, eyes hot, soft, intent.
“Darling, we’re about to be interrupted. Please accept my apologies.”
“Stop calling me ‘darling,’” I said, lunging towards him because he couldn’t stop kissing me just because he’d apologized. There were rules about that kind of thing. No, there weren’t, but there should be.
His eyes danced as he held back, just out of range. Infuriating!
A stranger’s voice broke in. “So, is this going to be a threesome? Because if so, I brought the wrong bag.” The man came over, swinging a big black doctor’s bag.
Another man walked with him, carrying a different kind of bag, with several visible bottles.
Champagne, wine, beer. How many different kinds of alcohol could you fit in one bag?
I ignored them, glaring at Dirk instead. “Is that what you have in mind?”
His mouth twitched. “I will never willingly watch another man put his hands on you, but you are bleeding, so I suppose there will be some touching. Happily, Roger won’t enjoy it.”
“I’ll enjoy it,” Roger contradicted, flashing me a smile. That was the first time I really got a look at him. He was shockingly handsome, with aqua eyes and black hair, tan skin, white teeth. He looked as cartoon-perfect as Minx.
“Something is wrong with you,” I said while he pulled out gauze.
“No, there are a lot of things wrong with Roger,” Dirk said, brushing his nose against my jaw. “Unfortunately, he’s so stunning that most people don’t realize it until it’s too late. His beauty is definitely only skin deep.”
Roger nodded easily. “While my sadism goes down to the bone. How do you like your pain, pink-haired female in puppy slippers?”
The guy with the booze elbowed Roger. “Name, Rog, you’re supposed to ask for her name.” He was handsome enough, but compared to the pretty one, he looked positively drab.
“No names,” Dirk said and turned me so I was wrapped in his arms, tight like a boa constrictor. “Left upper arm, bullet wound, use morphine. If it hurts her, I’ll hurt you.”
Roger wrinkled his perfect nose. “I don’t think that’s necessary. Pink can take pain. Look at her pupils, barely dilated.”
“Of course she can take pain,” his friend said, nudging him while he stared at me. He should get some popcorn and pull up a chair. He clearly enjoyed watching the show.
“Ah,” Roger said, eyes lighting up. “In that case, you won’t feel a thing.” He moved fast, stabbing a needle into my shoulder and another beneath the wound, so suddenly that I didn’t have time to brace myself or react.
The next second he was irrigating the wound, washing it out and then bending closer while I tried to ignore how tight Dirk was holding me.
Maybe I should resist, but not until after these two idiots left us alone together.
When we were alone, I’d finish kissing him and then maybe…
My mind wandered to other things, holding his hand, staring into his eyes under a sea of stars, sharing a bar of chocolate, you know, things no villain would ever do.
“There’s a bullet in there,” Roger said conversationally, pulling out a scalpel. “I’ll have to cut it out. Looks like one of those hollow-shelled international numbers that super terrorist assassins use. Pink, where did you find a bullet like that?”
Dirk growled at him. “Take it out, sew her up, then get out.”
Roger shrugged. “I’m just saying that it’s going to take some time.
Those things go in clean and tight, barely noticeable, then shatter inside.
She’s going to take a few layers of stitches.
You can see the mess under the skin at the back of her arm.
There will be dozens of splinters to get out.
It could take me an hour when I’m sober. ”
“How drunk are you?” I asked. I couldn’t feel my arm anymore. Whatever he’d shot me up with had worked fast.
Roger shrugged and glanced at his friend. “How drunk am I?”
“Not more than one and a half sheets. No wind.”
I glared at the friend. “That’s helpful.”
He smiled sweetly. “I’m glad I could help. You’re very beautiful, and your pink hair matches Dirk. Did you do that on purpose, or was it fate?”
I shook my head, but the room spun in spite of Dirk holding me very tight. “I guess it was fate.” I stared at Dirk, his warm eyes the only thing that wasn’t shifting in the crazy world.
His eyes narrowed, and he looked down at my lips. “Sometimes it seems like there is no other possible explanation.” He kissed me, right there in front of his friends, kissed me until I couldn’t feel anything but his lips, and then, not even that.