by Robinson, M.
Falling For The Villain
by M. Robinson & Rachel Van Dyken
COPYRIGHT © 2021 M. Robinson & Rachel Van Dyken
All Rights Reserved.
No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the authors.
This book is a work of fiction. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locations are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity and are used fictitiously. All other characters, dead or alive, are a figment of the author’s imagination, and all incidents and dialogue are drawn from the author’s mind’s eyes and are not to be interpreted as real. The story is fiction that the authors made up for entertainment purposes only.
FALLING FOR THE VILLAIN
Copyright © 2021 M. ROBINSON & RACHEL VAN DYKEN
ISBN: 978-1-946061-87-4
Cover Design & Editing by Silla Webb, Masque of the Red Pen
Formatting & Editing by Jill Sava, Love Affair With Fiction
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Title Page
Author Note
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Epilogue
Want More?
Acknowledgments
About The Authors
AUTHOR NOTE
We are so pumped to bring you guys Falling For The Villain! Full disclosure, things took an insane turn the minute we started writing it and quite honestly couldn’t stop even though it was nothing like we had planned (Isn’t that the best sort of story though?)
*This story is not for the faint of heart and may be uncomfortable for some readers. But, then again, stepping outside of your comfort zone may be exactly the thing you need…
Care to play with us, readers?
<3 XOXO, M. Robinson & RVD
DEDICATION
For anyone who’s ever fallen for a villain
PROLOGUE
Juliet
Present Day
“Play for me, Juliet.”
Those were the first four words he ever said to me. I used to loathe those words.
Each letter.
Each syllable.
Word for word.
Until one day, I started counting down the hours until I played for him again. There once was a time when I despised everything about him. From his dark black, seedy, daunting eyes that used to petrify me anytime he walked into my room. To the sound of his voice that was both calm and eerie, smooth and dominant, thrilling yet terrifying. His tone was sharp, clipped, and it didn’t matter what he was spewing or demanding, whether it was hateful, punishing, or he was trying to please me; it was always precise and authoritative.
What I used to really hate the most about him, though, was how much he made me crave his touch, his torture. His presence was as consuming as the music I played for him.
It was all such a thin line.
Love and hate.
Happiness and sorrow.
Angel and demon.
Heaven and Hell.
I was raised in a world where I didn’t know the difference. It all blended together, good versus evil.
“Play for me, Juliet.”
My fingers trembled against the ivory keys of the Steinway Alma Tadema piano. Over a hundred thousand dollars were under the tips of my fingers. The devastatingly handsome man behind me was powerful.
Envied.
Feared by all.
Wearing an expensive tuxedo, he looked so pleased with himself as he stared out toward his guests for the evening.
I was playing front and center in the open room, where all eyes were on me wearing a clingy white silk gown. Flawlessly, I shifted my fingers from one key to the next, playing the piano like my life depended on it.
I guess in a way it did because he depended on it.
Music was always an escape for me. The piano was just another extension of my soul, my heart, my body. I needed the sanctuary that only the vibration of the keys provided. Getting lost in the symmetry was the only way I survived this long.
I was his doll.
His play toy.
He could do with me as he wanted, and trust me—he did often.
My hair was pinned back with a few soft waves framing my face. You see, my villain loved beautiful things, and I was just another object he prided himself on owning. So he did with me as he pleased. My role in his life was to grant him peace through the fucked up things he did to me.
I soaked up every last bit of attention he ever gave me.
I always did.
Every single caress.
Every single smile in my direction.
“Play,” he said a second time, his hands coming down hard on my shoulders while I started playing “Reverie” by Debussy and Thibaudet.
People watched in rapture as my hands danced across the keys, and he stood proudly behind me as if I was just another piece of his collection, another prized possession.
All in a little game of catch with no release. I was now his property, a chess piece in a very dangerous game of cat and mouse.
With an end game that nobody could ever truly win.
He was incapable of love; he told me so the first day we met.
“I won’t love you. Ever.” His jaw clenched. “Make no mistake, though, your days as Juliet Sinacore are finished. But your days as my pet have only just begun.”
“So beautiful, Juliet, so fucking beautiful,” he rasped into my ear from behind me.
Beautiful but not broken.
I could take his brutality.
His sick, sinister games.
The fact that I belonged to him and always had.
I could take anything he ever gave me. Our relationship changed. It evolved. I was still very much his pet, and he was still my master in every sense of the word.
I loved him.
He loved me.
And a villain in love…
Was a very dangerous thing.
CHAPTER ONE
Juliet
The beginning
My eyes fluttered open, but all I could see was darkness.
Pitch. Black. Opaqueness.
I was in a blindfold. My hands were tied together behind my back, knocked unconscious on what felt like a solid chair. A slow throb started pulsing at my temples, reminding me I’d been hit on the head with something the minute I’d stepped on the beach. I was watching my nephew Naz for my brother and his wife while they were on their honeymoon.
Where was he? Did they take him too?
Panic quickly began to take hold, and the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth as I tried to lick against the tape that was pressed over my lips.
Caught off guard, I abruptly sat up, only to hear the keys of a piano go off.
Did they put me on a piano?
I couldn’t scream.
I could barely move.
Who?
What?
Where?
; I wondered briefly as pain slammed into my chest—was this how I was going to die? Sitting at a piano? My favorite thing to do in all the world.
My thoughts went back to the last conversation I had with my brother, Romeo. I’d been begging him to let me do my part in the family business for ages. He’d finally talked to my father, one of the main captains for the organized crime Sinacore family. All the ‘men’ decided I was too young, too inexperienced—too innocent.
I was naive.
A young woman.
A child in their eyes.
Though let’s be honest—I’d practically breathed mafia life since the day I was born, but those weren’t the reasons that really got to me.
“She’s too pretty.”
Like they were concerned some psychopath was going to carve out his name in my cheek, leaving me marked forever.
Tainted.
Broken.
Were they right?
I struggled again against the ropes.
Romeo must be so worried.
Behind the blindfold, I squeezed my eyes shut. I wouldn’t cry. I couldn’t give them the satisfaction. I’d just save up all those tears for later once I was rescued because I would be rescued; half of Seattle’s most powerful men were more than likely already out looking for me.
Which begged the next plaguing question: who would have the balls to take me?
Tears streamed down my face.
More silence.
It was driving me crazy, the fucking quiet.
Maybe that was their point.
I’d either been taken by someone who saw an opportunity and went for it or by someone more devious. That thought alone sent shivers coursing down my spine and to the pit of my stomach.
Until I finally heard a deep voice order, “Play for me, Juliet.”
How did he know I could play?
Hearing his voice did something to me, and I instantly started to fight against everything, especially the voice that was a few feet away from me. I must have been quite the pitiful sight, and I wasn’t going to get loose unless he untied me; however, that wasn’t going to stop me from trying.
“If you keep squirming like that, you’ll only make yourself bleed, and I’m already not happy that my men split your temple. It would be in your best interest to not hurt yourself. I already killed two people today because they didn’t follow my orders.”
I fought the urge to hurl.
My stomach sank further when I realized how hopeless I truly was.
“I’m going to remove your blindfold and the tape over your mouth, but I need you to stay very still. I don’t want to hurt you yet, but don’t for one second think that I won’t.”
Yet?
The blindfold was pulled loose, and for a brief instant, I would have rather not known the man behind the crippling voice.
The room’s dim lighting made it harder to see, and I wondered if he did that for me. Before I could continue with my mindless thoughts, the tape was crudely stripped from my mouth, and I screamed out in agony. All the illusions of this possibly being a dream became a nightmare within seconds.
“What do you say?” he rasped as I desperately tried to focus on the voice in front of me and not the stinging across my mouth.
How long have I been here that my eyes can’t adjust that quickly?
“I didn’t ask for questions, Juliet.”
Did I say that out loud?
“Now, what do you say?”
I narrowed my eyes, trying to see the man hidden in the shadows. I couldn’t see his face even though he was only standing a few feet away from me, but I knew even if I did get free, I wouldn’t make it past him.
Running on pure adrenaline alone, I asked, “Who are you?”
The last word barely left my mouth when he tightly gripped my face and squeezed so hard I instantly whimpered out in pain.
“What. Do. You. Say?”
A muffled “Thank you” escaped from the dryness in my mouth.
“Good girl,” he praised, instantly letting me go and allowing the blood to rush back to my cheeks. “I know you’re scared,” he added softly, his tone effortlessly altering to a calm voice. “All you have to do is be obedient, and no harm will ever come to you. If you don’t listen to me, I’ll be forced to punish you. The choice is yours. It’s really quite simple, Juliet. Is that understood?”
My mind was working a million miles a minute.
“I really don’t like waiting. I’m not a patient man, and you’re testing my limits already.”
“Yes…” I breathed out, my lips trembling. “I understand.”
“You’re such a good girl,” he praised again with an annoyingly calm and patronizing tone that made me want to lunge at him.
The black dots around my eyes finally subsided, and I started to see things clearer, beginning with his cold, dark, seedy eyes staring back at me. It was the only emotion he wore.
Evil.
“I’m going to remove the binds on your hands. You won’t fight me. If you do, you’re going to learn very quickly that your actions have consequences, and I’m going to have to teach you your first lesson. Understood?”
My eyes filled with tears.
“Crying won’t help you, and it won’t save you either. I’m untouchable, Juliet. No one will find you, not even your mafia family and their ties.”
Tears streamed down my face, one right after the other. When the back of his hand came toward my cheek, I instinctively jerked back, thinking he was going to hit me. He didn’t. Ever so lightly, he wiped away my tears before slowly and casually licking them off his fingers.
“See, pet … they belong to me now too.”
My eyes widened.
This man had no remorse, not one shred of decency. There was no emotion in his eyes, no sympathy, and it was obvious he was getting off on the fact that I was scared.
“I know you may not believe me, but I can assure you that by the end of this, you’ll not only be thanking me, but you’ll also be in love with me. I’ll even go as far as to say you’ll die for me.”
My heart beat heavily against my chest, pounding so hard and fast I thought I was going to pass out.
With the knuckles of his fingers, he swept the hair away from my face and shook his head in disappointment. I saw the blood on his fingers from my temple where I’d been knocked out.
I winced when he touched it.
“Trust me—if I could revive the men I killed for marring your face, I would. Just so that I could kill them again for hurting you.”
I sat there in a state of shock, unable to say anything in return without fear of getting punished. Instead, I refocused my attention to my nephew and asked, “Did you take Naz too?”
He shook his head no. “Your nephew is safe. You’re the only one who’s not.”
Relief washed over my senses for Naz. “I thought you weren’t going to hurt me if I listened to you?”
“We both know that’s not your true nature. You’re a mafia princess, and your instinct will be to fight me. But don’t you worry, pet. Trust me when I say that I look forward to breaking you down.”
My body gave an involuntary shudder as he moved to stand in front of my face, giving me a perfect view of his erection. He palmed himself through his slacks.
“Like what you see?”
When I didn’t answer fast enough, he roughly gripped onto my hair and yanked it back. I grimaced in pain, and more tears joined the others down my cheeks.
Unable to think from the discomfort, I blurted, “I don’t!”
“You will,” was all he said.
I was frozen, immobile again. He was close to me, closer than he had been before, and I could smell his scent. It was intoxicating. Consuming every last part of me.
He sat behind my back, straddling the piano bench. Then, in one quick, sudden motion, he laid my head on his shoulder, locking me in place by the forceful hold on my hair. I shut my eyes, not wanting him to see my terror.
It must hav
e pissed him off because the next thing I heard was him ripping off my panties, and then…
Slap!
His hand struck my pussy, and my eyes snapped open. He didn’t give me a chance to catch my bearings.
To recover.
To do anything but scream as loud as I could.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
I yelled so loud that my voice quickly became hoarse.
My lungs burned.
My chest ached.
My pussy throbbed.
And to show me how much he was truly enjoying this, he thrust his hard dick against my ass cheeks.
“Please…” I pleaded for mercy.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
“Please!” I wailed, loud enough to break glass.
I was covered in sweat, heat coursing its way through my core with emotions I didn’t think were possible to feel in this fucked up situation I suddenly found myself in.
My chest seized.
My skin tingled.
My core pounded.
I didn’t know if it was my begging or screaming that did him in, but he gradually let go of my hair and intimately began messaging my scalp. My head leaned into his caress, wanting the relief his hand was invoking on my tender head. I didn’t want any part of the game he was playing, but my body’s reaction to his touch proved that he had this power over me from the very beginning.
I turned my head to the side, away from him as hot tears streamed their way down the sides of my face.
It didn’t end there.
He had only just begun to toy with me.
Suddenly, his fingers were softly rubbing where he’d just slapped me.
In comfort.
In pleasure.
In this twisted power struggle of how much he already owned me.
I moaned, even though I wanted to yell, even though I wanted to break down, even though I wanted to hate him with every ounce of my body.
His control.
His touch.
It was wreaking havoc on my entire being.
“Please…” I whispered, “Please…”
“Please what, pet?”
I didn’t know what to say.
What to think.
