Page 41 of Soul Of A Villain

Oliver’s smile was sly when she remained silent. “I’m giving you a choice, Londyn. I can gag you, strap you down with that sweet little ass sticking up so you can’t fight back, or you can accept the fact that this is happening and submit to me. Either way, I am going to fuck you.” He trailed his knuckles down the valley between her breasts, his eyes darkening when Londyn’s nipples hardened into aching peaks. “Now that I’ve discovered you like a bit of pain, I know you will enjoy it. No matter which scenario you choose.” His head tilted, his eyes roaming over her body. The heat from his body increased by the second, and the tension rose until the air snapped with electricity.

Londyn was shaking. The logical choice was to demand that her hands remain free, but that’s not what her body wanted. Her body was screaming for restraints and a gag. It wanted to be dominated and used. It wanted to be at this evil man’s mercy. It wanted her mind to shut down and just… accept it. And if she did, if she surrendered completely, there would be no decision to make. No right or wrong choice. There would only be submission and acceptance. Nothing else would matter. Her life would be held in this man’s iron-tight grip. She would have no say as to her fate.

“Time’s up, dove. What’s it gonna be?”

ChapterTwenty-Four

Oliver

“Please don’t restrain me.”

Her voice trembled, but she glared at him without submission or fear. The look in her eyes was almost challenging. Oliver sat back on his haunches, pulling her knees until they were bent and framing his body. He gripped one of them, his fingers digging into her skin while he palmed his cock. “You don’t want to be tied up? Don’t you think I’ll do it anyway if that’s what I want?”

“Then why even ask me?” Londyn shot back.

Oliver smiled. “I like giving you choices. You see, it’s how I learn what makes you tick, Londyn. You give me little tidbits of information every time.” He stroked his massive length, passing his thumb over the barbells and smearing precum across the mushroom-shaped head. When Londyn’s gaze dropped to his hand, he nearly groaned. He knew how large he was, and he knew she was panicking over how he would fit inside her. God, he couldn’t wait to show her.

Her eyes lifted, the gray depths now the color of steel as they locked with his. “Maybe I’m using reverse psychology on you. Have you considered that? That I might be playingyou?”

A huff of a laugh escaped Oliver. “Are you so sure I haven’t already accounted for that? I grew up surrounded by criminals. Rubbed shoulders with the worst this world has to offer. Safe to say, I’ve learned a thing or two about human nature and how to manipulate and control a person. You might have the schooling and all the smarts, but I have real-world experience.”

“Tie me up then,” Londyn snarled. “Force me to submit like the animal you are.”

“But that would give you exactly what you want, dove.”

Tears filled her eyes with his quiet assertion, her gaze moving to his midsection and the wound that was now hardly a scratch.

“Don’t worry, little killer. It’s healed.”

“Don’t call me that.” Her face flushed, full of shame. “I-I didn’t mean to kill him. I told you that. It-it was an accident.”

“Oh, baby,” he murmured. “Do you think it bothers me that you killed a man? It doesn’t. In fact, I would have loved to have seen it. Mostly, I’m glad you did it. Because your actions saved this sweet, virginal cunt for me.” He accelerated the stroking of his cock, knowing that even against her will, her gaze zeroed in on the movement of his hand, fascinated. “And when you cut me? You have no idea how goddamn hard it made me. I wanted to fuck you right then and there while my blood dripped over your body. But I knew I couldn’t. I couldn’t because I realized that I couldn’t control myself. I knew if I did what I wanted, it would destroy you, and that’s the last thing I want. Even someone like me knows when to exercise some restraint. But understand this. I would have fucked you until you took your last breath with my cock buried inside you. And I would have enjoyed every second of it.”

“I wish you would have,” she whispered. “Then this would all be over.”

Oliver released his cock, sliding his fingers over her wet center and smearing his precum there until the moisture was a combination of the two of them. He loved how wet she was, how she fought it. How she hated and feared him, and yet her body responded to his touch. It was a heady sense of power, knowing he held this much control over her. “This won’t end soon, Londyn. You can count on that.”

Londyn whimpered. Whether the involuntary sound was a result of his resolute statement or the fact his fingers caressed her so thoroughly, Oliver wasn’t sure. His thumb found her clitoris, and he began circling mercilessly. Her eyes fluttered shut.

“You promised… you promised you would kill me quickly.” Londyn’s hips arched upward, seeking more while Oliver allowed himself a triumphant smile.

“And I will. When the time comes. But, sweet little dove, I plan on keeping you for a long time.”

He thrust his index finger inside her, crooking it until he could press it against her G-spot while maintaining the pressure on her clit. When she came in a glorious rush, and her cries echoed throughout the bedroom, he swiftly replaced his finger with the head of his cock and pushed his way inside.

Her pussy latched onto his dick, instinctively fighting his invasion. Letting out a panicked gasp, Londyn tried dislodging him by desperately pushing his midriff. Her fingers scrabbled against the muscled planks of his stomach, unable to find anything to grab in the smooth tautness of his body.

Oliver responded by clamping his hand around her throat, holding her in place as his other hand remained on her knee, pushing it so her legs were spread wide.

“Fuck, you feel amazing. Let me all the way in, like a good girl,” Oliver groaned, pushing even further until the first barbell was inside her snug channel.

The scream that fell from her lips was a breathless, strangled sound. Her hands grabbed his forearms, her nails digging into his skin. It only heightened Oliver’s sensations. He laughed helplessly as the fire inside him burned higher and more intensely. He thrust a little more, feeling her flesh give way as she trembled and clutched at his cock. When he looked down at the junction of their bodies, he saw that he was embedded almost to the second barbell. The sheer fucking pleasure of it was making him lightheaded.

“You’re doing so well for me, dove. Such a good fucking girl,” he panted. Somehow, he restrained himself from plunging in to the hilt, but it was hell. “Just a bit more… breathe for me, Londyn. That’s it. Just like that. Only eight or so inches and five barbells more to go.”

She began thrashing, her movements so frantic that Oliver could only do one thing to keep her from getting hurt. Tightening his hand around her throat, he restricted her breath just enough until every molecule of her attention focused on him. She stared at him, wild-eyed and shaking, tears tracking down her flawless cheeks. Her lips parted, trying to draw a proper breath beneath the shackle of his fingers.

“Fighting me only makes it worse, Londyn. Relax for me, and I promise I’ll make it feel good,” he murmured, surging forward with every word. “You’re so fucking wet for me; your cunt is strangling my cock. And I know it’s painful, but your body has already accepted this.” His gaze softened as he watched her trembling, and something that might have been tenderness fluttered in his stomach. “Do you want me to make you feel good, Londyn? Do you want me to make you come again?”

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