The Heart of a Villain

The Heart of a Villain

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Zack is desperate for the opportunity to make some cash to pay off his student loan. When super villain Darkor sets his sights on claiming Zack’s heart for himself, Zack finds himself in very dangerous and dark water. Darkor only wants a chance to show Zack who he really is but will Darkor’s love-obsession with Zack remain strong when Zack is forced to reveal what he truly is?

Summary

Zack is desperate for the opportunity to make some cash to pay off his student loan. When super villain Darkor sets his sights on claiming Zack’s heart for himself, Zack finds himself in very dangerous and dark water. Darkor only wants a chance to show Zack who he really is but will Darkor’s love-obsession with Zack remain strong when Zack is forced to reveal what he truly is?

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Submitted: September 26, 2013

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The heart of a villain

 

Prologue

The tall figure’s eyes skim over the screens in front of him. Numerous flashes of light play over his skin, forming dark shadows from under the curves of his face and mask. His mouth arches into a half-moon smile. His pink tongue darts forward to moisten his lips as he takes in the images played out before him. On the monitors is an Adonis-built man with an impressive torso, his shoulders and chest nearly as wide as the dark figure’s own. The other shows the same man in a dress shirt, rather tired, with his face resting in his hand, his elbow on a library table, books open in front of him, and his eyes barely open. Another screen flashes an image of the young man walking and laughing, his handsome features display confidence. The man's ravenous eyes  trail his over the eighteen monitors, all display short clips of the same blonde man in different aspects of his day, but his eyes keep going back to the same one, an image of the young man asleep in his tiny beaten down apartment.  The blond has a darkened expression on his face while he sleeps, likely worried. His huge bicep bulge as his muscles flex and his arm curls around the pillow, hugging it tight.

The tall figure stiffens. He can feel the lust grumble in his stomach, the knot coil tighter in his throat and the burn in his heart intensifies.
 

The tall figure stiffens. He can feel the lust grumble in his stomach, the knot coil tighter in his throat, and the burn in his heart intensify.
 

“Mine!” He hiss under his breath, his voice dark and demanding enough to cause even the darkest shadow to retract into the farthest corner. His had trailed to an image of the young man holding another, kissing him. The venomous taste of jealousy rose like bile to his mouth.

“Those arms shall be around me and no one else!” He buries his fist into the screen, causing glass and sparks to emanate in all directions. The shards pierce his leather glove and draws blood where they slice into his skin.
 

“Mine!” He retrieves his hand. He feels the glass scrape his flesh as he flexes his fingers. The pain a remnant of how pathetic he has become over this blonde god. 

For two years now, he has studied these monitors, night after night, never able to pull together the courage to approach the handsome man, let alone ask the sexy ray of sunshine out on a date. Once he came so close to him, he swear he could taste the sunlight on the man’s tanned skin and smell his scent so strong, he would drowned in it. 

Then the man had looked at him, looked straight into his face and what did he do? He who's listed as one of the earth’s darkest villains? High tailed out of sight, and like a dog in heat sought the comforts of a dark alley to relieve himself of his need for this man. Right there in the bloody fucking alley he took his pants down and stroked towards his release.

Pathetic!

The memory drew out too long and thank God no innocent victim walked down that alley for he knew he would have raped them in his lustful hunger for the man.

He removed the glove and see his flesh push out the shards of glass as the cuts healed.

How had he come to this, a super villain brought to his knees, nearly driven insane with want to have this man for himself?

“Love!” he laughs sadistically at the word. “Love, I’m in fucking love.”

The statement fell short of how he truly felt, he was obsessed with the man. He wanted him, needed him to the point he would burn down the world in his desire to own his heart. Fear of rejection kept him back. He who gives one look at another and sees them swim in fear and terror, is afraid to have his heart broken.

He walks up to a cabinet and opens the cold steel door, retrieves another glove and slips it on. The chill of the cold leather seeps into his skin almost equal to the cold exspression on his face. He stops when his eyes catch his own reflection in the door. The half face rubber mask hides his true identity. His dark blue eyes soaks in his appearance. The black stubble on his sharp jaw reminds him how restless he has been, how obsessed he has been over the blonde man. He needs to keep him safe, protect him at all cost. He raises his hand and runs it over his short salt and pepper hair. Tonight will be the night. He promised himself he would not take the man by force. Yes, it would be so much easier to keep him his captive but it’s not how he wants it, it’s not what this blonde God deserves. Gentleness, passion and love is what the blond hunk deserved and he knew he could provide it. He knew he would not hurt the man but the question was will the man trust him enough to allow it.

“Master, your voiture is ready.”

He steps around in graceful manner and looks over his old friend. The butler has never once feared him or questioned his motives. Above all, there is no one the tall figure trusted more.

“Merci,” he replies. He walks past the butler giving him no other form of acknowledgement or thanks and opens the Jaguar’s door. He was about to close the door, when the old man spoke.

 “Best of luck to you Sir.”

He slams the door and grimaces, the flutter of nervousness spreads from his gut to the rest of his body. He starts up the engine, places the car in first, tightens his grip on the gear knob and takes a deep breath, most likely his last as a whole man, and pushes down on the gas. The Jaguar roars off down the driveway at a speed that would place one behind bars.

 


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