Novel Full Chapter 1859: Unfinished
Chapter 1859: Unfinished
Villain Ch 1859. Unfinished
He wasn’t even doing much. That was the dangerous part.
He was calm. Still. Innocent on the surface—but under that?
Smoldering.
He didn’t lunge. He didn’t tease with cheap words.
He just existed in a way that made every breath they took feel too hot and every second they waited feel like a dare.
Allen sat back on the rug, shirtless again, towel discarded somewhere like it never mattered.
His legs were casually stretched, forearms resting on his knees, hair still damp, a faint sheen of warmth on his neck.
The man was glowing.
Literally and figuratively.
And it was the girls’ turn now.
Jane, of all people, went first.
She looked calm—stoic, even—but the way her fingers trembled slightly when she picked up the chocolate? That betrayed everything.
She popped it in her mouth. Chewed slowly. Swallowed harder.
Then reached for the stack.
Her card?
’The target may kiss you. Anywhere.’
Jane blinked.
Once.
Twice.
The words didn’t compute at first.
Then they echoed—louder, hotter—like a siren going off in her head.
Zoe leaned in, suspicious. “What’s it say?”
Jane didn’t answer.
She just lifted the card, deadpan, face blank.
Vivian leaned forward. Her eyes sparkled. “Oh my God.”
Alice shoved the dice into Jane’s hand without hesitation. “Roll. Now.”
Her fingers were colder than they should’ve been.
She rolled.
7.
Seven.
Minutes.
The room stilled.
Allen didn’t flinch.
Didn’t ask questions.
He just looked at her. Calm. Focused. That slow, steady smile that was so much worse than a full-blown smirk.
Then he moved.
Up on his knees.
Every shift in his posture was fluid—deliberate.
He crawled over to her like he had all the time in the world. Like she wasn’t already gripping the seat of the couch like it might save her soul.
“Anywhere?” he asked softly.
Jane swallowed.
Nodded.
Her voice had gone AWOL.
Allen didn’t hesitate.
He leaned in, brushing her lips with his own.
Once.
Twice.
Gentle. Teasing.
Then deeper.
His hand slid up her waist—
Under her oversized sweater—
And paused.
His fingers found lace.
His lips stilled.
He pulled back.
“Oh?” he said, a low tease. “Planning something, Jane?”
She flushed, almost defensively. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”
He chuckled—actually chuckled—and that sound went straight to her thighs.
“I knew you’d take it this far,” he whispered.
Then his mouth was on her neck.
Soft kisses turned sharper. A slow bite. A tongue tracing the curve of her collarbone.
And then—
He pushed her sweater off her shoulder.
Her black lace bra was exposed.
His hand slid behind her, unclasped it like he’d done it a thousand times.
And his mouth—
His mouth covered her breast.
Jane moaned. Sharp. High. Her head tipped back against the couch.
“Isn’t this a little…” she breathed, voice trembling, “…a violation?”
Allen didn’t even stop.
“The card said I could kiss you,” he murmured. “Anywhere.”
And kiss he did.
His tongue flicked against her nipple.
He sucked.
Bit.
Groaned softly like she was his dessert.
Jane was shaking.
Hands tangled in his hair.
Her legs pressed together, and she hated how wet she already was.
Then—
He moved lower.
Her thighs tensed as he kissed a trail down her stomach, slow and warm.
He reached for the waistband of her panties—black, lacy, damp.
“May I?” he whispered.
She nodded.
Barely.
He slid them down slowly.
The air hit her skin like ice.
Then—his mouth.
She gasped.
His lips kissed her inner thigh.
Then higher.
Then there.
Her hips jerked.
She tried not to cry out.
She failed.
Hard.
His tongue moved deliberately. Expertly.
Licking. Sucking. Tasting.
Drawing soft circles like he had all night to worship her.
Her back arched.
Her fingers clenched the couch cushions.
She was trembling.
Right there.
Right on the edge.
“Allen,” she whimpered. “I—oh my god—I’m—”
Beep.
The timer went off.
He stopped.
Lifted his head.
His lips glistened. His breath hot.
His eyes soft. Innocent.
“Time’s up,” he said.
Jane stared at him.
Stunned.
Still wet.
Still aching.
Still… unfinished.
“Are you kidding me?” she hissed, voice strangled.
Allen just licked his lips slowly.
Sat back on his heels.
And smiled.
“Rules are rules.”
The room?
Dead silent.
Then—
Vivian whispered, “We’re all gonna die.”
Bella clutched her pillow like a lifeline. “He’s evil.”
Shea was fanning herself with a playing card.
Larissa reached for her wine, shaking.
Alice looked like she was about to combust.
Azura?
Still hiding.
Still peeking.
Still redder than a cherry bomb.
And Jane?
She sat there, legs trembling, cheeks flushed, breath short—
Wanting nothing more than to drag him back down and finish what he started.
But Allen?
Just leaned back.
Soft. Sweet. Sin incarnate.
“Who’s next?” he asked.
And every girl in the room forgot how to speak.
Zoe snatched the chocolate. “Me.”
Her voice cracked.
Definitely cracked.
She didn’t wait.
Popped the chocolate into her mouth like it might save her life.
She chewed slowly—too slowly—and swallowed like the taste alone was overwhelming.
Which… it kind of was.
She rolled the dice.
3.
Three minutes.
A mercy.
Or so she thought.
She grabbed the top card from the stack.
Read it.
Paused.
Then blinked.
She looked up. Stared at Allen. Then at the girls.
Then back at the card.
Her hands were shaking.
“What is it?” Vivian asked, already grinning like she knew.
Zoe didn’t answer. She just held up the card, dead-eyed.
’The target may explore with their hands. Anywhere. No words. No noises. No stopping.’
The room detonated.
Vivian hit the couch arm. “You’re so screwed.”
“I’m already screwed,” Zoe whispered.
Allen was already moving.
He didn’t say a word.
Didn’t make a sound.
He just stood.
Walked toward her.
Graceful. Focused. Controlled.
The kind of silence that screamed seduction.
He knelt in front of her, one knee between her legs like it belonged there.
And then—his hands touched her shirt.
Deliberately.
Softly.
He started lifting it.
Zoe gasped. “You’re undressing me?”
“Yes. They are in my way.”
Her shirt was gone in seconds.
Then—Allen froze.
Eyes flicked down.
And there it was.
Black.
Lace.
Tiny little straps and mesh and too much skin showing.
Lingerie.
Allen’s expression shifted.
His lips curved.
Not a full smirk. Just a knowing chuckle that made her insides melt.
She blushed so hard it hurt.
“It was for later,” she hissed.
Allen didn’t speak.
Just leaned forward—kissed the edge of the lace like it was some precious relic.
Then his hands moved.
They started slow.
Up her sides.
Over her ribs.
Palms open. Warm. Smooth.