Villain Ch 1909. Payback

Vivian, Jane, Bella, Shea, Zoe—they circled like a dance. Passing fruit between lips. Leaning in too close. Dragging soft fingers across his neck. Licking his lips, just to taste the salt and wine on his mouth. Someone kissed his knuckle. Another bit his ear.

He stopped caring who was who.

The warmth was too much. The teasing too intense. The silk of Shea's dress against his thigh. The honey-slick peach on his tongue. The sharp clink of a fork dropped too fast.

His own laugh, low and breathless, not quite calm anymore.

He was still Allen.

Still cool.

Still in control.

But only because he hadn't snapped yet.

And they knew it.

And they loved it.

"Enough," he murmured finally, voice like smoke and stone. "Or I won't be patient."

Zoe blinked. "You were being patient?"

Jane sighed dramatically. "Okay, someone's taking him to a room now, or I swear I will."

"Only if we get to watch," Bella muttered.

Vivian sat back in her chair, fanning herself with a napkin. "Lunch break, huh? This villa's too small for us."

Allen took another bite of steak. Chewed. Swallowed.

"Then you should learn to behave."

Shea leaned close again, whispering, "Never."

His fingers brushed her thigh under the table.

Soft. Slow. Like a promise.

"Then," he said, sipping his wine without breaking eye contact, "you'll pay."

Zoe's breath caught. Shea tilted her head with a crooked smile.

"Pay with what?" she asked, voice honey-laced.

Allen leaned closer, just enough to make the space between their faces sharp with electricity.

"I'm deciding."

The air in the mountain villa's dining room felt heavier now. Warmer. Maybe it was the fire in the hearth. Maybe it was Allen.

Or maybe it was the way he looked at them now—like he was finally done being polite.

He set the glass down with a soft clink and turned toward Shea first. She'd always been the boldest. Confident, teasing, a siren in every sense—even without a voice like the sea. So when his hand slid along her waist, pulling her a little closer, she didn't flinch. She smirked.

But she didn't expect the kiss.

Allen moved fast. His fingers tucked under her jaw, tilted her head, and kissed her like she'd been asking for it since breakfast.

Because she had.

His mouth was soft, sure, hot against hers. Her breath hitched, but she kissed him back with an eager hum—until he pulled away too soon, just enough to watch her lips part, almost chasing him.

"…Tease," she whispered.

"Payback," he said, calm.

Zoe was next. She raised an eyebrow like she was unimpressed—until he pulled her in with a hand at the back of her neck, kissed her with tongue, deep and slow, until her sarcastic comment melted into a breathy sigh.

Vivian watched, licking her lower lip. "Damn. Who gave you a license?"

"I revoked it," Allen said smoothly. Then he flicked his gaze toward her—sharp, hungry—and she grinned, leaning forward like a cat stretching.

He met her halfway.

Vivian's kiss was messier, hotter, teeth grazing, hands immediately slipping under the hem of his shirt like she had every intention of undressing him before dessert.

"You smell like cinnamon and sin," she murmured against his neck.

"And you taste like too much trouble," he murmured back, but he didn't stop her.

Bella tugged at his sleeve next, mock-pouting. "Where's mine?"

Allen turned, didn't hesitate. She squeaked as he pulled her in for a kiss, softer, warmer, but still firm. His hand slid into her hair. The other on her waist.

When he let her go, Bella blinked up at him, stunned. Then laughed.

"Oh, you're really doing this."

He didn't answer.

Larissa leaned into his other side, lips brushing just beneath his ear. "Your heart's racing."

Allen didn't move. "So is yours."

Her mouth curled. She brushed her lips against his jaw, slow, as her hand trailed across his chest.

Jane, still seated across the table, gave him a look. "You're being dangerously charming."

He looked at her. "Is that a complaint?"

"…No," she said, cheeks faintly pink.

Alice stood behind him now, fingers slipping along his shoulders, drawing idle lines down his back. "You're warm," she murmured, then leaned in to brush her lips against the edge of his neck.

He exhaled through his nose.

And then he turned toward the one who hadn't moved.

Azura.

She sat tucked against the corner of the bench, tea untouched, fingers laced on her lap. Her face was pink. Her eyes flicked between them all—wide, stunned, and yes, very much intrigued.

Allen's gaze softened. But he didn't let the heat fade.

He held out a hand. "You don't want to join us?"

Azura looked like she might melt on the spot.

Vivian leaned over, voice coaxing. "C'mon, Azura. He's cute when he's like this."

"Yeah," Shea added, biting her lip. "Don't you want a taste too?"

Allen said nothing else. Just waited. Hand still out. His expression—cool but sincere.

Azura hesitated. Then, slowly… she reached for his hand.

The moment her fingers touched his, Allen pulled her up gently—closer—until she was standing before him. Azura met his eyes, then looked away with a shy, breathless smile. "You're really doing this in the middle of lunch?"

"It's your fault," he said. "All of you started it."

Her blush deepened. But when he kissed her, she kissed back.

Her lips were soft. Tentative. But warm. Like she was afraid to shatter the moment.

He deepened the kiss just a little—tongue brushing hers, careful, slow. She whimpered into it. And he felt her hands tighten in his shirt.

She didn't pull away.

Allen finally did—resting his forehead against hers for a moment.

"You okay?" he asked, voice low.

Azura nodded quickly. "Yeah."

Jane clapped once. "Finally."

"Group effort," Bella declared, reaching for a glass of wine.

Shea sprawled lazily against Allen's side, stroking her fingers along the waistband of his pants. "I think he's warmed up now."

"No," Vivian said. "I think he's just getting started."

Allen sat back, finally releasing a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. His shirt was wrinkled. His lips were kissed raw. His girlfriends looked like they were barely restraining themselves.

And him?

He felt… good.

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