Villain's Odyssey: Enslaving heroines, Conquering Villainesses-Chapter 81: Dangerous Confrontation

BAM!

Asher, who had somehow managed to sneak into the female restroom, pulled Maria into a cubicle and slammed her against the wall. "I want you to stop whatever it is you did to me, you—" He bit his lip in a desperate attempt to control the wild impulses his body was experiencing from being this close to her.

She smiled.

Damn, that only made it worse.

"I did nothing," she said innocently, then suddenly leaned forward and stole his lips in a kiss before he could react.

At that moment, his control shattered. His arms wrapped around her with desperate strength—if she’d been fragile, she would have snapped in half. He pressed his lips against hers as if his life depended on it, every rational thought dissolving into pure need. She moaned softly, which only drove him further over the edge. His hands roamed her body as he kissed her with reckless abandon.

Her arms began exploring his chest, fingers working at the buttons of his shirt.

"No!" He suddenly regained control and shoved her back against the wall. Her head hit the surface with a dull thud, but instead of a groan of pain, a breathless moan escaped her lips. She grinned, then took a deliberate breath.

"Damn it," he muttered, holding his head. He was falling into madness, and he couldn’t even understand why. What was the real reason for all this?

"Come on," she purred, biting her lip sensually. "We’re all alone in here... I can take the lead. You just have to relax." She licked her lower lip and moved closer.

He took a step back. I shouldn’t have come in here, he realized. He’d thought he could force her to fix this, but he’d forgotten the crucial fact: he was weaker than her. She was far more powerful, and worse—a masochist. Anything he did that might cause pain would only serve as some twisted reward.

I have to get out of here, he thought frantically, practically hearing his heartbeat thundering as she approached.

"Stay away from me," he warned, reaching for the door handle.

She instantly lunged forward and grabbed his wrist. "You want it to stop, don’t you?" she asked sweetly.

"Let go of my hand, Maria," he said simply, sighing in defeat.

He felt incredibly stupid. What was I thinking? Trying to force someone stronger than me to cooperate?

Perhaps, in some corner of his mind, he’d actually wanted this to happen. Maybe part of him wanted to give in and get it over with.

No, he resolved firmly. I have to get out of here. This girl isn’t going to talk.

"Playing hard to get?" she grinned mischievously.

Click.

They both froze at the sound of the door opening.

"I hate how she always acts like she’s better than everyone," came a voice from outside.

Asher’s heart sank. Perfect. I’ve just thrown myself into a complete disaster.

He was trapped.

"We all do, but I don’t really take it to heart. She’s always been that way," another voice replied, followed by the sound of running water.

"You don’t want them to hear us, do you?" Maria stood on her toes and whispered in his ear. Asher remained silent. "Just do as I say, and we’ll both walk out of here happy." She paused. "Now, let go of the handle."

Reluctantly, he complied. She gently and quietly guided him to sit on the toilet seat.

"I think someone’s in here," one of the voices said suspiciously.

Asher’s panic intensified. Getting caught here would mean expulsion.

"Yeah, I’m in here," Maria called out casually.

"Oh," came the response, followed by retreating footsteps.

Maria moved with deliberate sensuality, settling onto his lap. He clenched his fists, cursing himself for his careless actions. If he’d controlled himself better and headed to the clubs instead, this wouldn’t have happened. But seeing her smiling while talking with Austin had triggered something primal in him. He’d followed her, and when she’d entered this rarely-used restroom, he’d pursued.

Only now did he realize he’d played right into her hands. She’d done that in front of him knowing exactly what would follow. She’d deliberately come to this secluded restroom, and he’d been too blinded by emotion to see the trap. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

She settled more comfortably on his lap, moving against him while biting her lower lip. When she tried to cup his face, he caught her wrists.

"Just tell me what you want," he said desperately. "I’ll do it. Just stop this... whatever this is."

She giggled softly. "I won’t."

He sighed in frustration. "Then what do you want? What would it take for you to stop this?"

She leaned closer, her voice becoming breathy. "Simple. You just have to accept me, love me. Be with me. Stay close to me every day, and it will slowly fade." Her eyes held a vulnerability that contradicted her predatory behavior.

He stared at her as if the world had ended and she was the one who’d destroyed it. "You’re crazy, you know that?"

"I know," she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him again, moving against him more insistently. Despite himself, he found himself responding, and she moaned in satisfaction.

Click.

The sound of the door opening again snapped him back to reality. He pushed her away—she fell hard to the ground—and rushed out of the cubicle.

The reason he kept resisting wasn’t just principle. Asher had become someone who needed control over every situation. The uncertainty of what would happen if he gave in terrified him more than the desire itself.

"Damn it," Maria clicked her tongue in annoyance, watching the door swing from the impact of his exit.

"Why do you keep resisting?" she bit her lip in frustration, alone now in the empty restroom.

She was tired of the loneliness. Whenever she was with Isabella and her group of friends, she had to wear a mask—the same mask she’d worn since childhood. It was so embedded in her identity that no one could get through to her anymore. No one except... him. When he’d been Azalea, he’d patiently broken through all her defenses. She wanted him back, but she wasn’t as patient as he had been. She wanted him back now, and this was the only method she could think of.

After all, it was how he’d originally created their [Bond].

"Fine," she whispered to the empty cubicle, her voice carrying a dangerous edge. "You leave me no choice."

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