Page 48 of The Villain

“You’re not dismissed.”

At that, I turn my glare on him and watch as he reaches into his pocket and takes something out. He setsit in front of me. It’s a single pill in unnecessarily large, pink packaging and it makes my heartbeats slow to thuds against my ribs. I drag my gaze up to his.

“Morning after pill,” he says.

So, he is acknowledging last night. I look down at that pill annoyed with myself for allowing him to get the upper hand again and again.

“Swallow it,” he says.

“I’m on birth control,” I say automatically although considering my screw up with days, it’s not a bad idea.

He takes the package, pops the pill out and holds it out to me. “Swallow it anyway. It won’t do any harm.”

I look at it, then at him. I reach for it, pop it into my mouth and swallow it dry. “Satisfied?”

“Open.”

“What?”

“Open. I want to be sure.”

“Why? Because you think I secretly want to have your baby? When hell freezes over, Cassian. When hell freezes over.” I walk away, but stop, turn back to face him. “In fact, why don’t you just go straight to hell where you obviously came from!” I stalk back toward the bedroom because I have no idea where to go, but I need to be away from him.

He doesn’t just let me walk away though. Of course he doesn’t. He follows me, grabbing my arm, spinning me to face him. “You must not have heard me, Moth. I told you to open your mouth.”

“No, it’s you who didn’t hear me so let me put it another way. Go fuck yourself, Cassian Trevino.”

I tug free and walk away, but he mutters a curse andwhen I glance back to find him stalking after me, I run into the bedroom, yelping when I go to slam the door, but it bounces off his foot. It must hurt his bare foot because he grabs it and mutters a curse, glaring at me all along. I make it to the bathroom, slam that door, push the button lock not sure why I think that might keep him out. If it slows him down for a second, it’ll definitely piss him off which I don’t think I want.

“Open the door!” he demands, but doesn’t give me a chance to act. Instead, he must slam his full weight against the door because it shudders and I back up, and when he does it again, the wood splinters, then goes crashing against the wall and Cassian stands there all huge and angry as hell and exactly what I thought when I first laid eyes on him.

Brutal.

I scream as he grabs my arm, hauls me out into the bedroom and tosses me onto the bed then straddles me.

He forces my mouth open, fingers digging into my jaw and peers inside and only releases me once he’s sure I’ve swallowed the pill. His eyes meet mine and he must realize how insane he’s acting because he gives a shake of his head as if he was arguing something in his head, then slides off.

“I hate you, you know that?” I sit up, rub my jaw. There will be bruises in the shape of his fingers.

“Why didn’t you stop me?” he demands, looking at me accusingly. “Last night. Why didn’t you stop me?”

“Are you serious?” I ask, not quite believing what I’m hearing. “So, what happened last night is somehow my fault?”

He shakes his head, walks away. But he doesn’t just get to walk away.

“Tell me something, Reaper?—”

“Don’t fucking call me that!” he throws over his shoulder.

I run after him, put myself between him and the exit. “If I’d said no, would you have stopped?”

He blinks, those infuriatingly beautiful eyes narrowing. “Get out of my way, Allegra.”

“Would you have stopped?”

“You didn’t say no.”

“You were fucking drunk!”