Villain Ch 1617. Winner Gets The First Dance
He didn't. Not right away.
Instead, Allen's hand slid along her jaw, fingers tightening until her breath hitched—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her who was in control. His thumb brushed her cheek as if studying the softness he was about to ruin.
Then he kissed her.
Hard.
There was nothing tender in it—no slow buildup, no warning. His lips crashed into hers like a storm breaking glass. It was brutal, consuming. Teeth grazed skin. Their breath tangled. He tasted like blood, fire, and something darker.
Vivian's gasp melted into a low, desperate moan. Her fingers gripped his neck like she needed him to stay, like she could drown and he was the only thing keeping her tethered to existence. Her heart thundered against her ribs.
He kissed like he wanted to devour her.
And she kissed back like she'd let him.
