Page 21 of Soul Of A Villain

“Londyn...” Oliver’s tone was stern. “I’ve already seen you.Allof you. Every goddamn inch. I’ve even tasted you. But I swear to God, I have no intention of fucking you here. Now, get dressed before I change my mind.”

Her cheeks flushed pink, her gaze flitting to the bed at the reminder ofthatunforgivable act while she lay helpless and unconscious. With a tilt of her chin, she dug through the travel bag. A virginal set of nude panties and matching bra emerged along with a pair of jeans and a cream-colored, long-sleeved blouse. Turning away from his prying gaze, she let the towel fall to the ground while fumbling with the panties. When she dropped them, she bent at the waist to retrieve them, and Oliver hissed a groan of desire. Palming his erection through his jeans, he fought for control.

“Are you purposefully trying to drive me mad, Londyn? Because I’mthisclose to saying fuck it. I’m this close to taking what I want.”

“I’m sorry,” Londyn whispered, tugging on the panties with such haste she nearly toppled over. In record time, she was dressed, panting from exertion, and her face flushed with embarrassment. “You don’t have to watch, you know. I’m quite capable of dressing myself without guidance or criticism.”

Oliver’s jaw ticked. Londyn’s quiet yet resentful snarkiness ignited a desire to show her just how cruel he could be. Up to this point, he had handled her with an odd sort of tenderness completely foreign to his brutal nature. And she had no idea the depths of depravity to which he could sink. No clue of the darkness of his soul. Under the tutelage of his deceased father, he had mastered the fine art of torture and would gleefully exhibit those skills if she continued pushing him.

“Someone needs an attitude adjustment,” he growled. “Settle that shit before I blister that sweet little ass of yours a second time.”

Little brat.

It was becoming clear that his captive did not like being told what to do. Which only made Oliver want to order her around even more.

Her lips tightened into a thin line at the threat as she forcefully plopped onto the bed. A wince of pain creased her brow when her bruised buttocks hit the mattress. Yanking on socks and a pair of doe-brown ankle boots, she kept her silence, although he was sure the cuts and scrapes on her feet and lower legs were probably hurting, too. He would take care of that once they reached his cabin.

“I have a car coming for us soon, but I need to know if you can behave yourself. Can you do that, Londyn? Can you behave? Or must I physically restrain you for the ride?” He watched as she pulled the length of her hair over one shoulder and quickly wound the wet strands into a thick braid that hung to the middle of her back.

“I’m not a child,” she shot back, eyes flashing. But when Oliver took a menacing step toward her, she held out a hand to stop him. “Yes. I will behave myself. I promise. I know any escape attempt will not end well for me.”

Ignoring the pathetic attempt to ward him off, Oliver prowled closer until he towered over her. She was still seated on the bed, her eyes level with his mid-chest. The pulse in her neck thumped rapidly. How sick was it that Oliver found her fear as heady as any aphrodisiac?

Wrapping the braid around his fist, he jerked Londyn’s head back. His gaze narrowed as he stared down into her wide eyes.

“I’m warning you, little killer. Keep mouthing off like that, and I’ll stuff your throat so full of my cock you won’t be able to breathe without my permission.” His dick swelled more, throbbing with painful intensity, demanding that he follow through on the threat.

This wasn’t like him. Keeping his cool, staying calm and collected while doing the most unhinged things, was his signature. And this girl was fucking all that up. He could barely think straight, especially when he remembered how she tasted. And how it felt when her tight cunt and ass squeezed his fingers when he made her come.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Oliver abruptly tugged her off the bed using the braided rope of hair like a handle. “Get on your fucking knees.”

Londyn yelped in alarm, tumbling to the floor, only to be hauled upright and put into position with a hard hand gripping her elbow. She instinctively braced herself with her palms flat on his thighs, balanced on her knees for what he had planned. Although her eyes filled with tears and her breath escaped in panicked gasps, that delicately mutinous chin tipped high.

It fucking pissed him off that she did not seem particularly scared of what he might do to her.

Time to remedy that.

Still holding her hair in his fist, Oliver ripped at the button of his jeans with his free hand. The material gaped open in a V, revealing a couple of the letters inked above his groin.

“You are about to get a valuable lesson, Londyn. I hope you learn something since that spanking didn’t accomplish shit.” His grip tightened, and she let out the most delicious whimper. Her fingernails dug into his jeans with such force Oliver felt the pinch through the thick material. “Open your fucking mouth.”

Londyn shook her head, a choked whimper bubbling up from her throat.

That sheer defiance she exhibited rattled Oliver. It disturbed him more than he wanted to admit. This fucking girl had more steel in her veins, in her spine, in her tiny goddamn pinky than most of the men he knew. He almost admired her for it, even if she was stupid for believing she could fight him and prevail.

“Remember your promise to obey me, Londyn. Don’t make me tell you again,” he snarled. “Now, open your fucking mouth.” This was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. His need to dominate her was inescapable. A need unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.

BUZZZZZ.

It was the security system monitoring the cabin sending an alert. Someone was on the front porch, pressing the doorbell. Next came a succession of sharp, forceful raps from a hard fist. Most likely, it was Joey, the same Winter Enterprises driver who had dropped him off the day before.

Oliver snatched Londyn to her feet, grinning as relief flashed across her stunning features.

“Don’t think this interruption means your instruction is over. Because I’m far from done with you, Londyn. And since our destination is about two hours away, I’ve got plenty of time and opportunity to prove my point.” Leaning close, he brushed her mouth with his, nibbling on her bottom lip until her eyes squeezed tightly. “During your time left on this earth, I’m going to teach you how to be a good girl…mygood girl.”

Despite her obvious trepidation,Londyn was asleep within the first half hour, her head propped against the window’s panel, arms crossed protectively over her chest as if that would save her. Oliver watched from his corner of the limo as she twitched and mumbled. His piece of property was exhausted. Everything from the past twenty-four hours was finally catching up to her. So, he allowed her to slumber while considering the best way to exert control over her.

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