Darling Villain (Forbidden Fruit #1)

Chapter 23

Adrien

T he sounds are filthy.

The hum of the plane’s engine fades away, leaving only our ragged breathing and the sound of our bodies colliding over and over again.

“Shhh.” I cover Tiffany’s mouth with my left hand to muffle her cries. The walls of this private plane are paper thin, despite us being in the bedroom located at the back. “We don’t want anyone hearing us.”

Tiffany’s back arches, her nails digging into the sheets as she bucks her hips against mine. My right hand grips her waist, ensuring she stays in place and takes every thrust I give her.

I can’t tear my eyes away from the sight of her round, flushed ass, with my rock-hard cock buried deep between her cheeks. She’s still slick and wet from my tongue, making it easy for her to take me deep inside her tight pussy. Her pink folds stretch around my thick shaft, and her ass bounces obscenely with every movement of my hips.

When Tiffany clenches down and pushes back against me, taking me deeper than I thought was humanly possible, I hiss. I muffle her pleas for more with my hand. I can’t get enough of her, her voice, her body, the way she responds to me.

I sense her orgasm building, getting closer with every forceful movement.

“Come for me, baby,” I rasp as I plant a wet kiss on her shoulder blade before gripping onto her hip and thrusting even harder. “Give it all to me.”

My fingers move rapidly and firmly over her clit, in perfect harmony with the pace of my thrusts. Beneath me, her body shakes with the intensity of her orgasm. I continue to stroke her until she’s writhing and gasping, her wet, hot pussy squeezing my cock with each contraction. I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh god, Adrien, please, please—”

I pull my hand away from her mouth, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss. I kiss her deeply, swallowing her desperate cries as I finally let go, fucking her hard and fast until I’m pulsating inside of her, my release overtaking me.

I collapse on top of her, my chest heaving as we try to regain our breath. But even in this blissful moment, the uneasiness that has lingered since I invited Tiffany to Villa Mariana haunts my mind. That place holds so many cherished memories but it also represents a part of myself I’d locked away long ago. Violence and darkness have buried the carefree teenager I used to be.

Inviting Tiffany into Villa Mariana means opening up a door I’ve kept locked for years. I carefully constructed defenses around my heart, shielding it from any possible pain. But when I looked into Tiffany’s eyes, the thought of leaving her behind while I went to Italy was unbearable.

How did this woman manage to slip past all my defenses so effortlessly? In just a few short weeks, she has become as essential to me as breathing.

“What are you thinking about?” Tiffany’s sleepy voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

“My sister,” I lie, keeping my tone light. “She’s possibly blowing up my phone right now. She’s always been a worrier, but it gets worse when I don’t respond to her messages and calls.”

“You love her,” she states matter-of-factly, pushing me off of her and rolling onto her side to rest her head on my chest.

“Of course I do. She’s the only family I have left,” I admit, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear and tracing the delicate curve of her face with my fingers.

Tiffany’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “Tell me about her.”

“Her name is Sylvia. She’s ten years younger than me and just finished her bachelor’s degree in clinical psychology. Sylvia is... intense. She’s incredibly smart and driven, willing to do whatever it takes to achieve her goals. But she’s also fiercely loyal and would do anything for the people she loves.”

“Does she know about your... extracurricular activities?”

I let out a sigh, running a hand through my hair. “She does, but it wasn’t until recently that she grasped the gravity of it all. She used to see me as some sort of James Bond fantasy character, but now she knows the truth.”

“How does she feel about it?”

“It’s complicated. She tries to support me and understand, but she also worries constantly about my safety. She blames herself for not being able to stop me from getting involved in this lifestyle.”

Tiffany props herself up on one elbow. “Do you regret it?”

“No,” I say without hesitation. “Everything I’ve done, the choices I’ve made—it’s all been to protect my sister and keep our family business going, and, at the time, I didn’t have any other options. I am who I am, Tiffany, and I can’t change the past.”

It’s a simplified version of the truth, but I regret one thing and one thing only—the fact that Tiffany and my life are as far apart as two sides of the moon. I wish I could keep her, but that would mean bringing her into a world that is far from safe, far from any of the comforts she deserves.

Our time together is limited. Italy is just two hours away, looming in the distance, and with it, the inevitable end of our brief affair.

I try to think of a way to bridge the gap between us and make her part of my life without destroying her life, but my options are few.

Tiffany inches closer, brushing a feather-light kiss upon my lips. Her touch is gentle, almost hesitant as if she senses the turmoil brewing beneath my calm exterior.

“Thank you for sharing that with me. I know it’s not easy for you to open up.”

I nod, not trusting myself to speak. The tenderness in her voice threatens to unravel me completely. I’ve spent years building walls around myself, keeping everyone at arm’s length. But Tiffany has managed to slip past my defenses with alarming ease.

I pull away gently, cupping her face in my hands. “We’ll be landing soon. We should get cleaned up and dressed.”

“Why don’t you show me how your fancy shower works? You made me sweat quite a bit, and I’m desperate sure for a good rinse.”

I rise from the bed. “Consider it done.”

In the bathroom, I turn on the shower and adjust the temperature to her liking. I stepped aside, gesturing for Tiffany to go in first. As the warm water envelops her body, I can’t help but admire her. She’s a natural beauty, her curves accentuated by the play of light and shadow.

I follow her into the shower behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. She melts into my embrace as I soap her body. My fingers trace every curve and contour, reveling in the sensation of her smooth skin against mine.

In this small, warm space, it feels like there is no one else in the world but us.

I wish I could freeze this moment of pure bliss and keep us here forever, away from the harsh realities of life. But eventually, we will have to step out of this shower and face those unavoidable truths.

So for now, I do what I know best—press Tiffany against the shower wall and savor every moment before it inevitably ends.

That’s the thing about endings—no one wants them to come, but they always do.