Page 23 of Soul Of A Villain

Londyn shuddered. “I don’t want to...”

Oliver’s hand left her hip, shooting out to capture her chin in a hard grip. He squeezed so hard that his fingers dug into her cheeks, leaving indentations. His head cocked, blue eyes darkening as he regarded her. “What makes you think I give a fuck what you want? Remember the rules, Londyn. I command. You obey.” Leaning closer, he brushed his mouth over hers. “Refuse me again and I’ll rip every stitch from your body. You won’t be allowed clothes at all.”

Londyn nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek. She wasn’t even aware of it until Oliver’s grip loosened. After catching the droplet on the tip of his index finger, he rubbed the moisture across his firmly molded lips.

“Fucking delicious. Almost as mouthwatering as your sweet pussy.” Letting her go, he reclined against the black leather seat opposite hers, stretched his legs, and motioned with the hand still gripping the crystal tumbler. “Get on with it.”

It only took a handful of seconds to shed the jeans, blouse, socks, and shoes. The hard part was removing her bra and panties. When she was finally naked, she hunched her shoulders, folding her arms across her chest in an attempt to hide from his hot stare. He looked at her like she was his next meal. She shivered at the thought, hating how her body liked that idea. Despite the chill in the car, her body burned with embarrassment. Between her legs, a distressing moisture grew, leaving her damp and even more confused.

“Good girl,” Oliver drawled in a low voice that made Londyn’s stomach clench. “Now, lean back against the seat, facing me. Spread your legs. I want to see you.”

Londyn steeled herself, swallowing a sob.I won’t cry this time. No matter how perverted and degrading this is, I won’t cry. I won’t let him break me or beat me down to his level.

Staring straight ahead, she willed herself to disassociate from the situation. She could do that… she’d become an expert at it while growing up. Being resourceful sent her scurrying into the woods often as a way of escaping male attention, but sometimes that just wasn’t practical. Sometimes, the “uncles” her mom hooked up with got too grabby or decided her mom needed a lesson. When they beat her up in front of her daughters, Londyn could close her eyes and pretend she wasn’t there. She could be someplace else. Anyplace else.

“Tsk, tsk,”Oliver murmured. “Come back to me, Londyn. You don’t get to disappear inside your head. You don’t get to go someplace without me. No, I want you right here. Your eyes on me. Now, do as you’re told. Spread yourself open so I can see the pretty, pink pussy I purchased.”

Londyn met his gaze, helpless rage coursing through her body in swirling tendrils at the callous order. How dare this man take away the only weapon she had left to endure this nightmare. Her ability to slip away inside her head was the most valuable coping mechanism she’d taught herself. She needed it to survive.

He chuckled, taking a sip of bourbon. “I like it when you get angry and fight back. I like it almost as much as I love your submission. It’s a curious thing. I’ve never realized how arousing the combination of defiance and reluctant surrender could be.”

Londyn’s eyes involuntarily dropped to his crotch. He was erect, straining against the denim. The size of his cock made something inside her flutter. Horrified by her reaction, she quickly looked away.

“Don’t worry, little dove,” he laughed beneath his breath. “You’ll get that soon enough. But not right now. I want to watch you make yourself come.”

“I-I don’t understand,” Londyn stuttered in a panic.Oh, God. Please make this stop. Please. Please. Please.

“I think you do.” Amusement laced his tone. “But I’ll explain, so there is no question. I want you to rub your clit. Pinch your nipples. Fuck yourself with your own fingers. Make yourself come so I can watch you shatter.”

“I can’t. I won’t,” Londyn bit out. “It’s depraved. Sick.You’resick.”

“Sick? Probably. But I’m also dying to fuck you, Londyn. So, either you do what you’re told, or I’ll take care of my needs as best as I know how. Believe me, I have no aversion to getting blood all over these seats.” His demeanor darkened, a muscle ticking in his square jaw. Excitement sparked in his pale blue eyes. This unexpected glimpse into his psyche revealed everything. He hoped she refused his demands so he’d be justified in assaulting her, but he was also giving her achoice of sorts. A devil’s bargain where no matter what she chose, she would lose. “Slide your hand down to your pussy. Spread yourself for me.” He hesitated as if making a difficult decision, then said in a husky voice, “Make yourself come and I’ll leave you alone for a little while.”

“Do you promise?” she choked out, moving her hand down the trembling plane of her belly. “You won’t… you won’t touch me?” Her fingers rested on her smooth pussy. It was strange that the soft, silky flesh beneath her fingertips was her own. She was frozen in place, hoping there was a shred of humanity somewhere behind his savagely handsome features. Some sliver of emotion that would show her the slightest hint of mercy.

“As much as I am capable of, I give you my word.”

Londyn nodded. This was as much as she could coax from him. A promise to let her be. And if she refused to do what he commanded, she knew he would take her in the back of this limo with no thought. Slowly, she moved her fingers over the tender flesh, hating how her thighs naturally fell apart so he could see everything.

“Have you touched yourself before, Londyn?” he asked. “Masturbated using your fingers or anything else?”

“No,” Londyn whispered, humiliated at the thought of this man knowing all her secrets. He had no right to them, no right to wiggle his way into her head and play his sadistic games.

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” The words were a whiplash of domination and consequences. His features were even harder than before, his eyes burning into hers. It frightened her.

“Yes… yes, I’ve touched myself before.” Without being told, she circled her clit with her forefinger before sliding it inside her body in a shallow thrusting motion. Every fiber of her body went taut with anticipation.

This is so wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

“Good girl. Fuck.” Tension stretched Oliver’s voice until it was a tight string ready to snap. “You are fucking gorgeous, Londyn. So goddamn beautiful. Show me how you make yourself feel good. How you take yourself right up to the edge. Do that again. Again. You like me watching you like this, don’t you, dirty girl? You wish it were my hand rubbing your cunt. You wish my mouth were there between those silky thighs of yours. You know, I can still taste you from last night. Still taste how wet and sweet you were when I thrust my tongue up inside you. You might not have been aware of it at the time, but your body fucking knows who it belongs to. Do you remember what it felt like this morning when I had my fingers inside your pussy and my thumb deep in your tight, little ass? Remember how you exploded for me? Remember how good it felt… how desperately you wanted my cock inside you instead of my fingers fucking you and making you come all over my hand.”

Londyn could not help it. Her body responded to every filthy word that poured out of Oliver’s mouth. The darkness of what he said, the darkness of what he’d done to her, sucked her into an abyss she might never crawl out of. She closed her eyes, hating how the pressure between her legs built into an overwhelming crescendo. She’d never done anything so depraved before. So dirty. So unhinged. How could she like this?Whydid she like it?

Now, she was panting, her hips circling mindlessly, focused on chasing the pleasure rippling through her. Her eyes screwed tightly shut, but she was distantly aware that Oliver had moved to the seat beside her. His body was as hot as a furnace. It took everything inside her, every ounce of willpower she possessed, not to curl toward him. To let him take what he wanted. To make her submit to his control.

Her eyes flew open when piercing cold enveloped one of her nipples. Oliver swirled an ice cube across the pebbled button. He did the same for the other, and Londyn whimpered, her hand between her legs slowing in her confusion.

“Look at me.” He waited until her eyes refocused on him. “Don’t you fucking stop, Londyn. Keep going until you come.” His mouth closed over her nipple, the heat of it contrasting sharply with the ice. He sucked and nibbled, alternating between her breasts until she moaned in helpless lust. “Goddamn, your tits are so sweet. They’ll look so pretty when I pierce them. I think you’ll like that. The slightest brush of my hand on them will set you on fire. Maybe I’ll pierce your pussy, too.” Londyn’s hips bucked upward, straining for release, and Oliver laughed softly. “Yeah, you like that idea, don’t you? Show me how much you like the idea of being pierced, little killer. Fuck that sweet little cunt harder. Fuckmylittle cunt. Come for me, Londyn. Come for me now and thank me for it like the good girl you are. Come for me using your own fingers because this is the only time I will allow it. Your pussy. Your pleasure. Your body. It’s mine now. If you live or die, it’s my decision. I decide when and where you come. I decide if you receive pleasure or pain. Or both.”

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