To be the misunderstood villainess

Nobody bothered calling for an ambulance. Although two lifeless humans were lying on the ground.

Nobody looked shocked either, they were used to it. They were used to more cruelty than this.

They would say that their bosses were monsters. Everyone was scared of them but wasn't a monster made?

Nobody was born a monster, we create them. Society creates them.

When someone reaches their bottom line and somehow has to save themselves, they hold the rope that is the nearest. 

The same thing happened to them.

While some are lucky enough to find the rope of positivity, not everyone is lucky enough.

Some end up entering their villain era where they kill whoever comes in the middle of their path.

They get called names by society but at that point, they become so desperate for survival that they don't bother giving a f*ck about this world.

They reach their peak of darkness and destroy everything around them without any guilt.

They take revenge for the way they were hurt. They take revenge for all of the injustice they had to go through.

They become heartless and that's what happened to all of the human-made villains.

Veronica makes the distance between her and Andrew vanish. She walks towards him in the slowest way possible.

The way of she walked was a teasing show itself. She was exactly what everyone calls her, the seductive black widow.

She was the poison everyone wanted but not everyone was powerful enough to handle her. 

She was wearing her pencil heels that made the 7 inches distance between them disappear. She could easily reach his ears.

And she took advantage of it.

"You killed the guy and warned everyone to hold on to their fantasies but what about the ones you have for me? I know how you moan every night whispering my name while you let your hands f*ck you. I could do it better and you know it," she said in a breathless tone.

Her tone was enough for Andrew to know what was going on the inside of her head.

He wanted to cup her down there and feel if her pu*sy was as warm as her voice.

He wanted to feel her wetness.

He wanted to bend her over around the swimming pool and f*ck her while everyone watches and hears her screaming his name.

He wanted to punish her for teasing him before so many people.

"You should keep your mouth in check. We both know that you are no better than me. How many vib*ators went inside of your body while you thought about me this week? Were they as satisfying as my d*ck? We both know that I can do better than this. I could keep you awake the entire night long and make your throat sore," Andrew whispered back, looking directly into her eyes.

The mere thought of having him inside of her made her clench her thighs.

She urgently needs to go back to her room.

She felt as if she could still feel him inside of her. His sweaty body covering her from the mischievous eyes of the air.

The way he made her feel like a queen and a se*-slave at the same time. The way he fulfilled her desires and set the bar so high that nobody after him could reach that level.

Not even professional s*x coaches. It seemed as if he knew just where to enter to make her entire body throb with pleasure.

"Don't make empty promises that you can't keep. You and I, we, both know that this can't happen. Don't put both of our expectations so high that nobody else can reach them," she said, directly looking at his eyes which were now dark grey. The lust was covering his eyes like dark clouds covering the sky.

"It can become our reality if only you open your mouth and ask for once. We can go to your room and fulfill everything we just talked about. All you need to do is ask for it," he was looking at her with a pained look now.

She understood that it was now hurting him and a smirk took over her lips. She has become successful in completing her goal.

She wanted him to want her and fantasize about her and only her.

She wanted him to crave her body, begging her to f*ck him, only to deny his requests later.

This wasn't just painful to him. It was equally painful for her.

It has been years since they last felt each other's body, years since they looked into each other's eyes with love.

They were right when they said, if you hate someone that you never liked or who never liked you, then the intensity isn't much.

But hate coming from someone who once used to love you with their whole heart, from someone ready to fight against the entire world for you is hate on another level.

The depth of this hate is so long that it can burn down both of them and yet they feel the urge to burn more.

It was the same in their case. Both of them wanted to make the other person suffer, even though they were suffering alongside them.

Their relationship was so complicated that let alone others, even they couldn't understand what they were to each other.

They couldn't understand what they want from each other, from this entire thing called life.

"If I want to f*ck someone and I am at my worst heat, I would rather f*ck a male p*ostitute than to f*ck you. And the reason is not that you are bad, the reason is they are just as good. I can still feel it, ah~"

She moaned a little in his ears and he was angry enough to kill everyone around them.

Anger, pent-up se*ual frustration, everything was mixed at this point and he was having a hard time.

So was she.