Page 51 of Soul Of A Villain

“I’m sorry for throwing rocks!” she cried out, trying to lift her head to look back at him. Her tangled hair hung in her sweaty face, the strands sticking to her wet cheeks. “I’m sorry, Oliver. Please stop… it’s too much.”

The same devils that drove Oliver to ruthless savagery were the same ones that prompted him to slip his hand between Londyn’s thighs.

A groan of lust rumbled in his chest when soft, warm wetness coated his fingers. He moved them inside her in a shallow motion, gathering her arousal and spreading it gently over her clit.

Londyn cried out, violently bucking upward to dislodge his hand. Oliver groaned again, forcibly pushing her hands still in his grip into the hollow of her back while the fingers of his other hand explored the folds of her pussy.

“Fuck, your cunt is drenched for me, Londyn. “

She sobbed, desperately thrashing about to escape his touch.

Oliver couldn’t help himself. Although this was supposed to be a punishment, he could not stop from circling her clit until she was crying out incoherently and riding his hand. In a matter of seconds, she stiffened with a climax, her clit pulsing rhythmically against his forefinger as she sagged limp and boneless on top of his lap.

“Now, tell me thank you, Londyn,” he growled, bending low until his lips brushed her ear. “Thank me for allowing you to come in the middle of a punishment. Thank me for my restraint when I didn’t wring your pretty little neck for that stunt. Thank me, because right now, I want to fuck you more than I need to breathe.”

She was still crying softly and sweetly, but she obeyed in a barely audible voice. “Th-thank you, Sir.”

Oliver pulled her sweatshirt down so it covered her buttocks, then tugged her upright so that she was sitting sideways and cradled in his lap. Pushing her hair back from her tear-stained face, he cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“I’m holding myself back because I know I’ll hurt you, Londyn. Do you realize what that means coming from a monster like me? I don’t do gentle, little dove. I’m not considerate. And I sure as fuck don’t usually care if a woman comes when I’m doling out punishment. In fact, not comingisthe punishment. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”

“Yes,” she hiccupped softly. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that. It just… it just happened.”

Oliver’s lips clamped shut, afraid he would reveal too much of his thoughts if he spoke. So, he simply held her close while she cried. When she finally quieted, Oliver set her on her feet and handed over her pair of shorts. The mangled scrap of her panties was stuffed into his pocket.

She avoided his stare while pulling the shorts on, then stood with her arms wrapped around herself. Picking up the gun holster, Oliver shrugged into it, noticing how her gaze latched onto the weapon before she bit her lip and looked away.

“Do you want me to take you back to the lake? Or would you rather return to the house?” Oliver asked, holding his hand to her once the weapon was secured. He had a feeling she would make a grab for it the first time an opportunity presented itself.

Surprised by his offer, she hesitated before slipping her small hand into his. “I’d rather not go back to the house if that’s okay.”

“Come on, then.” Oliver’s lips curved. His little dove feared her punishments would continue in his basement. “I think we could both use a glass of wine or two after this.”

It waswhile they made their way back to the house a couple of hours later that Londyn finally asked the question Oliver was waiting for.

“You said we will be leaving soon.” Her voice was meek, and her entire demeanor was one of submission. She’d been like that since the spanking earlier, and honestly, Oliver didn’t like it as much as he should. It was confusing as hell. After demanding she accept her situation, he enjoyed it far more when she fought back.

“Yes.”

A few moments of silence passed before she cleared her throat. “Will we be flying or driving?”

“Flying for the most part.” Oliver’s reply was deliberately cryptic. He didn’t want her to know too much about his plans and was already considering how he would transport her with minimal effort. As a safeguard, he had already instructed Joey to obtain a small supply of GHB.

Two glasses of wine made Londyn brave. “May I ask you something, Sir?”

Oliver stopped walking and turned toward her. Her subservient manner irked him. He wanted her spitting and snarling at him. But was that because he could use it as an excuse to punish her? Or because there was no pretending for his benefit? “What?”

Londyn chewed her bottom lip, tears welling in her wide eyes. Whatever she was about to ask was heartfelt. This girl would not use tears to sway him; that level of deception didn’t exist in her.

“It’s been more than a month since I’ve had contact with my sister. Would you—would you allow me to talk to the nurses you’ve hired to care for her? Or maybe let me FaceTime with her? I know she can’t respond to me; she’s incapable. And I know I don’t deserve that privilege.” Her gaze drifted to the welt under his eye where one of the rocks had grazed him. She continued, her cheeks flushing, “I just want to see her face and let her hear my voice.”

Oliver’s heart tightened at the pain in her voice, but he slowly shook his head. “I told you before, Londyn. Your old life is no longer yours. You must forget all aspects of it. There’s no going back.”

“It won’t matter if you allow me this. It won’t change what happens to me or sway you from your plans,” Londyn argued, tears rolling down her cheeks. “I just want to see her before I die. I love her. She’s all I have. Can’t you understand that?”

You have me!Oliver swallowed the words, shocked at how much he wanted to shout them at her. He was off balance with their weight as they jumbled his thoughts, swelling until he was sure the true depths of his feelings were engraved on his skin from the inside out.

“I cannot allow it. Be content with the concessions I’ve made so far. Your sister has expert care in place for the rest of her life. I’ve sworn to give you a quick, painless death. That’s all I can give you, Londyn.” Stepping closer, he gripped her chin in his hand, tilting her face so he could search her eyes. “Don’t ask me for more.”

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