Page 76 of The Villain

“Then why did I feel more cum spill out of you when I said be good?” I point out and rub the proof into his skin.

“You have your hand on my dick,” he snaps back defensively.

“Wrong,” I say in a flat tone that gets his attention.

I step back and shove him into the chair. He sprawls, surprised at my blank expression.

“I’m learning about you, Shade,” I tell him as I straddle his thighs and sit down. “I’m catching up now. It makes you feel good to be praised. You want to be the only thing in focus when everything else is blurry? You’re that for me. Only me. I want to be the one to give you anything you want. Let me.”

He’s fallen quiet as he watches me, but he’s still hard as I stare down at him. I run my fingertips lightly up his erection and rub in a circle over his tip to spread the moisture there as it beads up.

“I plan on spoiling you rotten. Let me,” I urge him with a gentle press of my lips on his.

“Just this once,” he says tightly, his cock jumping between us. He’s lying. He’s so desperate to give in and he’s fighting it with everything in him.

“Whatever you want.” I lie right back with a smile.

“What do you want me to do?” His voice has a tremble in it that he’s trying to hide. He’s not in control anymore, I am. He likes it as much as he distrusts it. My monster got burned and I’m going to have to be patient. I’ll have him eating out of my hand soon enough.

“Put your hands behind your head and keep them there,” I tell him softly.

He does it in an awkward, unsure motion that makes me smile.

“That’s it, Shade. Relax,” I whisper against his lips.

His eyes narrow as his cock jumps again, leaking more precum. I can feel his pulse in his erection. The heavy throb is addicting, just like everything else about him.

I look down at him sprawled under me and sigh again.

“So beautiful and all mine.”

He swallows hard, watching me intently.

I run my hands over his skin as much as I want. His thighs shift beneath me as his hips rise, trying to get my attention there. I grip him in a loose fist and start pumping, leaning forward to cover him as he groans. I lick over his neck and plant sucking kisses there, almost leaving marks but not quite.

“You smell so good. I’ve been obsessed with it ever since I smelled it,” I whisper as his body moves under me. The struggle he’s having trying to keep still is just as heady as if he were tied up. He’s choosing to be at my mercy.

“Your shampoo,” he moans back, burying his face in my hair. “So fucking good. Yes. Tighter.”

I alternate between tight and fast, shifting to slow and gentle when he seems like he’s getting close. I do it a few times while he groans and shakes. He may not be tied but he’s certainly acting like he is. There’s no more fighting himself. He’s finally letting go as he strains beneath me.

“I’m not going to share you,” I rasp in his ear. “You’re mine. All of you.”

“Oh fuck,” he jerks, grinding his teeth.

“Say it,” I work him hard, waiting with bated breath.

“Evie,” he lets out a long moan and I stop, taking my hand away.

“No, don’t stop,” he snaps. His words are harsh but the kisses he laces my throat with are gentle.

“Whose dick is this?” I take him in my hand with a loose fist, unmoving.

“Yours,” he barks.

Pleasure bursts across my skin at the easy acceptance.

“Are you mine, Shade?”

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