A Villain in My Sheets

I just didn’t understand that woman, my mother I mean. What grown woman needs her mother to set her up on a blind date? Do not answer that question because the answer is sadly, obvious. My mom is so damn traditional and of course me being 32 with no kids, or even a boyfriend, just makes her cringe. Her and my father have been together since the 8th grade, and I am clearly the outcast in the family.

My little sister has 2 kids and a happy marriage of 5 years, while my older brother has 3 kids and a happy marriage going on 13 years. It’s not that I wanted to be single, but my last boyfriend just happened to be a sidekick to the most recognized superhero in my hometown of Moonhaven. He was more concerned with his career and was killed in action. That kind of shit takes a toll on you, ya know?

Anyhow, it’s been 3 years, but I just haven’t jumped back into the saddle that’s all. Guess I don’t have much of a choice now. Details from my mother: he’s supposedly great looking, kind, reformed, whatever that means, and single. I guess if anything, hopefully he’s a great fuck and I can say “At least I tried” right? Mom might literally kill me for that, but I did really need to get laid, but that’s neither here nor there. Now where the hell was my god damn Jimmy Chu? Oh, great. Side note guys: puppies are for the strong hearted, so I’m not wearing the Chu’s tonight.

“Bad girl, Cleo. Not in mommy’s shoes!”

It’s so hard to be mad at an adorable fluffy husky pup, even if she pooped in my shoe. She had a thing about doing her business in my shoes and I haven’t figured out why. I finished getting ready for my date. I think my dress flattered my hips more than enough and most certainly gave enough cleavage. My 4-inch stilettos had my calves popping and I felt damn good. I looked at myself one more time before putting Cleo in her pen and grabbing my clutch on my way out the door. “Please let this go well,” I prayed.

The restaurant had such an ambiance I couldn’t be unhappy with his choice. It was a high-end Italian spot; one I usually like to visit only on my birthday due to the prices. Mind you, I have nice things, but that’s from work bonuses, not having a life or kids so yeah, there’s that. The waiter had given me the heads up that my date was running slightly behind and sat me at our table to wait.

A handsome man came in and I began to stand, but it apparently wasn’t him. Damn it, what did mom say his name was? Shit, shit, E- something. I looked to the door just as the most delicious man strode in. “Emmett”, I blurted entirely too loud.

This man’s smile was nothing short of glorious. This was my date, this fucking gorgeous man? Nice job mom, kudos for sure. I stood on wobbly legs, hoping my ovaries wouldn’t drop out of my body and try to conceive with this man. If they had, I couldn’t even blame them. He was tall, dark, and familiar? I think I know this guy. If I do know him my mind cares very little from where. His eyes shone with a mysterious joy, something whimsical, but also full of trouble. Fuck, he’s Mastermind, the former supervillain! Of course, he’s fucking familiar!

“You must be Thalia, a pleasure”, he stated, kissing my hand.

“You’re- “.

I couldn’t think straight. I’d only ever seen heroes up close at parties with Daniel, but this was a villain, former, according to the news, but a villain nonetheless. He was capable of lulling heroes to their fucking doom with his ability to manipulate magic. He most definitely put some sidekicks and even some of the heroes 6-feet under.

“Not anymore. Call me Emmett, please”, he smiled half-heartedly.

I wasn’t sure if I should stay. I scanned the room, everyone was watching. At least if anything happened there were witnesses.

“Thalia, I’m not that villain anymore. People can change, even those with magic. I’m here starting over, just like you.”

He sounded sincere, almost pleading. I guess I could see how it was hard to reform with people only seeing the worst in you, but it wasn’t like he was trying to be a hero either. I sat in silence, unsure of what to say or if I should haul ass home. Would he follow me? Shit, mom, terrible choice in men. I chugged my glass of wine and absolutely would require the whole bottle at this point. Emmett must have read my mind as he called for the waiter to bring a bottle for the table. Hopefully alcohol will get me through this.

“So, Mast - I mean Emmett, I’m sorry.”

Shit, I was not starting this date off on any high notes whatsoever. Thankfully he found me amusing and chuckled. He was so damn sexy. Weren’t villains supposed to be ugly or at the very least somewhat unattractive? Wasn’t that part of the requirements? Maybe that’s why he’s changing his life, he’s too gorgeous to be a villain. His hair was so dark, almost more than black, long-ish, and loose curly. His shoulders were broad, enough to maintain that expanse of a chest. God, I wanted to see him in leather. Ugh, what the fuck is wrong with me?

“So, Thalia, your mom tells me you’re an executive at the Global Ambassadors Company. How’s that been,” he questioned, looking me straight in the eyes.

My honey browns do not compare to his hazel greens with streaks of gold. He broke my trance when the waiter arrived with the bottle of Savagean Blanc. I watched my glass fill, a bit embarrassed to look back at Emmett. I just wanted to know what his lips tasted like. They looked so soft. Maybe not as full as my own, but most certainly suckable. I lifted my menu hoping that if I put my hands to use, I wouldn’t focus so much on him.

“It’s actually really great. I’ve been slammed with projects for Greece currently,” I stammered, never looking up from my menu. I know I’m being rude, but either I want to high tail it home or literally have him on this table, what else was I supposed to do?

“Greece? I’m from there originally,” he said.

I looked up into those fantastical eyes. Why was I being this way? He arrived in a great mood and hadn’t changed once, but here I was being a fucking nutjob. I decided. I’m going to give this a real chance, who knows, he could be my soul mate. I sat up straight, showed off the girls a bit and smiled my best pageant smile, luckily it was white and straight like one. We carried on about Greece and traveling the world, of course he’d been every damn where, but he was genuinely a great date.

We stopped at a bar for drinks after dinner. I was rather enjoying myself and dare I say it, his company. The air was crisp and it was getting late, but we couldn’t seem to stop chatting. By midnight we were walking through the park. I caught a chill and without a second thought he removed his suit jacket to swing over my shoulders. I put my arms in because seriously it was fucking cold and that trumps cute. Emmett pulled me into him, and we walked a bit more.

“Should I take you back to your car,” he asked.

“Oh, I didn’t drive. I had a feeling I would be hammered by the end of dinner, not knowing you would be this awesome,” I said sheepishly.

“I’ll take you home then, I enchanted my coat for you, but I think it’s just best for us to get inside.”

A car pulled up beside the sidewalk and he ushered me in. Had this been earlier in the night I would have run like hell, but I’d gotten to know so much about Emmett. He was extremely generous and kind. Guess you just had to be important to him for it to show. I gave the driver directions to my townhouse and somewhere along the way passed out on Emmett’s chest. Dear God, it was so strong with his heartbeat so steady. My lord did he smell incredible.

“Thalia, we’re here,” he said, stroking my cheek.

“Oh, shit, right.”

I gave his jacket back and moved to get out of the car. It had been 3 years people, I had to ask.

“Would you like to come in?”

He didn’t say anything, he didn’t have to. His villainous smile spoke volumes. He followed me to my front door and of course Cleo made sure to greet us with her howling melody. I let her out through the back door to go potty.

“Would you like some coffee, tea, water,”

“Me,” I thought. He sat on the couch looking at the artwork on my walls. “Coffee would be great, thanks.”

I kicked off my heels and put a pot on before making my way back into the living room. I wanted to get the hell out of this dress, but I couldn’t let him see me looking a mess in sweats and an oversized Hogwarts hoodie. I wasn’t sure how this even goes anymore. Do I turn on a movie, music, just rip his pants off and swallow his cock? Wow, my mind is a terrible place to live. I decided Netflix was a safe bet. I had been binge watching Grey’s Anatomy, again, so I figured it would work for background noise.

“I’m not sure if I told you, but I had the most amazing time tonight. Your mother didn’t sell you well,” he chuckled. “You’re astonishingly beautiful, clever and pretty hilarious. I’d love to do this again sometime.”

Was he trying to leave already? Was he not feeling this sexual tension like I was? I let Cleo in, hiding my disappointment before turning around.

“Oh, um, thank you. I’d love to do this again also.”

I hadn’t noticed how tall he really was when my heels were 4 inches high, and I was only 5’4”. He stood, reaching for my hand to bring me close to him. With his free hand he lifted my chin to look him in the eye.

“May I kiss you?”

As soon as he finished his words, I put my tongue in his hot mouth. I had been wanting this all night. He kissed me deep and passionately. I have to say, honestly, Daniel was never this passionate, never this loving in his caresses along my back. He never kissed me with this intensity. I could feel my fucking knees quivering. I could cum from this, and this alone. Somewhere this voice sprang up from my gut and I beckoned him to follow me.

With Cleo curled up on her bed, I brought Emmett into my bedroom. I pulled my mid-back length wavy hair over one shoulder and told him to help me. He kissed softly down my shoulder as he unzipped my dress ever so slowly. Every kiss sizzled against my shoulder blades until he spun me around to face him, his eyes mischievous as candles instantly lit all around my room. He took my chin in his soft and strong hand and kissed me again, pushing deeper into my mouth, tasting me. Slowly he pushed my dress down my arms, down my body.

“Lace, huh? Very sexy my little minx,” he said in a husky breath.

He sat on the edge of my bed and brought me down onto his strong lap and I took in a sharp breath. I wasn’t sure how he was going to fit inside me, but I was more desperate than ever to find out. He kissed my neck leaving gentle kisses and tongue swirls down my clavicle to my cleavage all while unhooking and removing my bra.

I shivered and let out a low moan, one from the gut, so deep it could have been a growl. It had been so damn long since I had been touched, tasted, caressed. He pulled me in close, sucking and nibbling ever so gently. I sucked in air between my teeth loving the twinge of pain he shot through my body. I ached below, pulsed, knowing he was beneath me.

“Emmett,” I begged, but he wasn’t rushing.

“Not yet, my sweet. I want to enjoy every bit of you. I’ve been waiting all night.”

He stood with me still pressed against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he laid me down on the bed. His soft lips trailed my body, stopping to suckle here and there. He yanked me down to the edge of the bed by my hips while getting down on his knees. He smiled a wicked little grin and I shivered knowing he was about to force an explosion I’d never felt before.

He toyed with my panties before simply pushing them to the side and massaging me with his thumb. I moaned, wiggled and squeezed my eyes, already feeling the pleasure building. He licked, slurped, and devoured me whole. I came like I’d never cum before, but he carried on with his delightful torture.

When he was finally satisfied that I was empty he leaned back to remove his button-down shirt. I smiled watching his 8-pack flex before me. He went back to work between my thighs suckling as I ached. My legs snapped shut around his head. I couldn’t help myself. They quivered; the orgasm was too strong and as I came again all the while watching him look me dead in my eyes.

“Fuck, you taste even sweeter than I imagined, Thalia,” he cursed.

He crawled up my body kissing and licking my burning flesh.

“Oh God, Emmett. I just want to feel you, please,” I whimpered.

“With pleasure, little minx,” he whispered in my ear, nibbling at my ear lobe.

If I knew what it felt like to win the lottery, I would say it felt like this. He was gentle, but he was nothing close to average. He had made me so wet that he slid almost effortlessly inside, filling me entirely. I gasped. Sweet lord this was the man of my fucking wet dreams.

“Thalia, you are perfection. My every desire,” he moaned.

Dear God, even the way he said my name made me burst with ecstasy. He stroked slowly at first, but his pace quickened and so did his breathing. Thrust after thrust, so deep. He gripped my hips tight forcing my entire body into his. I’m not sure if he was doing it on purpose, but in all the excitement we began to levitate.

“Fuck, Thalia, ugh I need more of you,” he growled as he fucked me harder, faster!

“Please, Emmett, I’m yours,” I exclaimed.

Shit! What was I thinking? I was in too deep; I just wanted this man in every way and clearly now he knew it too.

“And I’m yours, little minx,” he replied with a smile before kissing me deeply.

His carnal need to be inside me hadn’t subsided in the hours that followed. Finally, a man who could give me all the orgasms I could stand. He fucked me into oblivion, stroke after stroke and feverish thrust after thrust, until I came again and again. He massaged my walls as they throbbed against him. Somewhere along the way we had floated back down to the bed. I came once more and he flipped me over to bend me along the edge of my bed.

“Tell me again little minx, tell me who you belong to?”

“Yours Emmett,” I moaned as he forced himself inside my dripping folds and quickened his pace once more.

“Fuck! Thalia, you’re so wet. Oh fuck, come again for me baby,” he commanded.

I happily obeyed after trying to hold it for another 15 minutes. We came together, sparks bursting in front of our eyes, both shivering from the explosion, and juices oozing as his cock pulsed still inside me. Thank God for birth control.

He kissed between my shoulder blades and stroked my hair before scooping me into his arms. We laid, spent in the bed. I put my head on his wide chiseled chest observing his lean body from a different vantage point. What a beautiful man. Such definition in the cuts of his pelvis to the mounds of his abdomen. He pulled me in closer as if he couldn’t get close enough and kissed my forehead.

“Would you mind if I stayed,” he whispered.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t,” I said honestly.

He smiled against my hair and kissed the top of my head. To think, I almost ran out on our date and missed the best sex of my life. Why was I not even paying attention to the fact that we fucking levitated, in the air, during the most spectacular, breath taking, sex of my life? Shit, what a fucking night.

“Sleep little minx, we have all the time in the world,” he whispered before we both passed out.

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I woke up the next morning, alone and with no candles. Was that a fucking one-night stand, some sort of show, seriously? I put on a tank top and a pair of boy shorts stomping out into the living room. Cleo barked, getting Emmett’s attention.

“Good morning gorgeous,” he said into my hair, inhaling my scent as he wrapped me up tight in his strong arms.

“I thought you left,” I said, relieved, wrapping my arms around his slim waist.

“I’d rather never leave you again if I can help it,” he laughed, “But I do have to check in on my brother. He was on the news this morning and got into quite a rumble last night in the town over. He lost his sidekick a few years ago to the same villain.”

“Wait, what? Your brother is Matthais, as in Scout?” He hadn’t told me his brother’s name in all our conversations.

“Yes, you know him personally?”

“No, but my ex was Boy Scout, Daniel. His sidekick.”

Emmett registered what I was saying and pulled me close. “I’m sorry, Thalia. I know Matthais is consumed with fame and glory, and I’m sorry Daniel was too. I’m sorry it led to such a tragedy.”

“It’s ok, I’m ok. I just wasn’t expecting you to be so close to my past like this.”

Emmett looked into my eyes for confirmation before kissing me softly.

“I won’t be like Daniel, little minx. It wasn’t just sex for me last night and I am yours. I’m sorry Daniel put his career before you, getting himself killed, but that isn’t how this will work. If you’ll allow me, I’d like to prove that to you. Who knows, maybe last night was the last blind date you’ll ever have to endure,” he said with a wink.

“I am terribly sorry, but I do need to get going. Please enjoy your breakfast.”

I kissed him tenderly, and he left. I turned to find breakfast made on the counter with a note. I sipped my coffee and flipped the note open.

How about we do this all again tonight? I haven’t had my fill of you yet and I doubt I ever will!

I smiled into my cup. He was most certainly still a villain, but only because he was currently stealing my heart.