Villain Ch 1003. Pain Never Scares Me
"You should be afraid," Shea continued, her voice low and dangerous, though there was a slight tremor in it that betrayed her own unease. She wanted to assert her dominance, to make Allen feel her control, but something in his gaze made it difficult to maintain her composure.
He wasn't reacting with the fear or submission she had expected—instead, there was a defiance in his eyes, a silent challenge that she wasn't sure she could meet.
Allen remained perfectly still, his eyes locked on hers, not flinching as the whip's tip traced his skin. He could feel the tension, her struggle to keep the upper hand. But he knew he had already begun to turn the tide. "Afraid?" he echoed softly, his voice carrying a hint of mockery. "Of what? A little whip?"
Shea's grip on the whip tightened, her frustration mounting as she realized how difficult it was becoming to keep Allen under control. She had envisioned this scene playing out differently, with him cowering under her authority, but now he was standing there, completely unfazed, daring her to do more.
"You're in over your head," Shea hissed, trying to regain the dominance she felt slipping away. She pressed the tip of the whip harder against his skin, letting him feel the slight sting of the leather. "You don't know what I'm capable of."
Allen's smirk didn't waver. If anything, it grew wider, more confident. "And what's that?" he asked, his tone almost taunting. "You gonna whip me into submission? Make me beg for mercy?" He leaned in slightly, closing the already narrow gap between them, his voice dropping to a near whisper that gave Shea goosebumps. "Try it.
Pain never scares me."
Shea's breath hitched at his words, the intensity of his gaze sending her pulse into overdrive. This wasn't how she had imagined things going. She had expected to be the one in control, the one dishing out orders and making Allen squirm. But now, faced with his confidence and the way he was practically daring her to do her worst, Shea found herself at a loss.
The tip of the whip, which had been meant as a tool of intimidation, now felt like a flimsy prop in her hand.
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"Is that so?" Shea managed to retort, though her voice lacked the authority it had held moments ago. She tried to maintain the facade, but the smirk on Allen's face made it clear that he knew exactly how rattled she was. She tightened her grip on the whip, trying to summon the control she had felt slipping away. "You talk big for someone who's supposed to be at my mercy."
Allen tilted his head slightly, his smirk never leaving his face. "Maybe I am at your mercy," he conceded, his tone almost playful. "But that doesn't mean I'm afraid of you." His gaze flicked down to the whip, then back up to her eyes, challenging her to act on the authority she claimed to have. "So go ahead, Boss. Show me what you're made of."
The challenge in Allen's voice was unmistakable, and it made Shea's heart race even faster. Her mind was spinning, caught between the desire to assert her dominance and the overwhelming urge to surrender to the electricity sparking between them.
"Bear with it a bit," Shea whispered, trying to convince herself as much as him. She raised her whip, the leather tip trembling slightly as she prepared to strike. But before she could bring it down, Allen moved swiftly, catching her wrist with surprising gentleness.
"That's not how you're supposed to use it," Allen said, his voice low and smooth, laced with a teasing edge. His grip on her wrist was firm, but not forceful, guiding rather than restraining. He began to move her hand, tracing the tip of the whip across his own body.
The soft leather slid over his skin, starting at his neck, moving down to his chest, and then lower, teasing its way toward the unmistakable bulge in his underwear.
Shea's breath hitched as she watched the whip move across his body, her own hand helplessly following his lead. Her eyes were glued to the path it traced, her mind reeling from the unexpected turn of events.
Allen's expression was one of pure, unfiltered pleasure, his lips parting slightly as he let out a deep, dirty groan. The sound was shameless, raw, and it sent a shockwave of desire through Shea's body.
She froze, her eyes wide as she took in the scene before her. This was Allen—confident, dominant, and completely unafraid to express his desires. The roles they had set out to play were blurring, dissolving into something far more intense and real. The Love Chocolate's effect was undeniable, amplifying every sensation, every touch, and driving her own desire to new heights.
But it wasn't just the chocolate—it was Allen's unexpected reaction, the way he was so completely in the moment, so utterly in control of his own pleasure, that made her head spin.
Once the tip of the whip hovered over the bulge in his underwear, Shea's heart pounded in her chest, the heat between them becoming almost unbearable. She could feel her own pulse throbbing in her veins, her skin tingling with anticipation. The situation had escalated far beyond what she had planned, and she found herself caught in the crossfire of her own carefully laid trap.
Allen's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with a mix of lust and challenge. "See?" he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "This is how you use it." He released her wrist, letting her hand linger where it was, the whip still resting against his body.
Shea's mind was a whirlwind of emotions—desire, frustration, confusion. She had never expected to feel so out of control, so turned on by the very person she had intended to dominate.
Note: Just to make sure. I'm going to make around 10 more chapters of the evening party then close the arc. We then move to book 3. Is that okay? Too much or too little?