Page 42 of Soul Of A Villain

Her soaked pussy reacted by squeezing his dick tighter. She whimpered, her eyes closing in shame as she nodded.

“Eyes on me, dove. I want your words.”

Her wet eyelashes were dark spikes as her eyes fluttered open. For a long moment, they stared at each other before she choked out in a whisper. “Yes, Sir.”

Oliver groaned. “Yes, what?” She would be the death of him, eventually. That sultry mix of innocence and sex was natural to her. God help him if she ever learned to use it to her advantage. He wouldn’t stand a chance.

“Yes, please make me come,” she mumbled as his fingers loosened enough to allow her to speak. “It hurts so bad… It feels like you are tearing my insides apart. You’re too big… It hurts too much.”

“Oh, baby,” Oliver crooned. “It will only hurt like this once. After this, there will be only pleasure when I fuck you. So, dig your nails into me. Scratch me all you want. Hell, you can bite me, too, if that’s what you feel like. I’m going to make you come, and you will scream like I promised you.”

She stared mutely up at him, her nails impaling his forearms until little blood-filled divots appeared. Oliver leaned forward, taking her mouth with his, kissing her deeply as he rubbed her clit. Each time she moaned, his cock slid inside her, inch by inch, until he reached the unmistakable tight barrier of her virginity. He hesitated in moving any deeper, concentrating on driving her to a toe-curling orgasm even while his cock l breached her defenses. When he felt her muscles tighten, when her pussy clamped tighter, and the walls began pulsing around him, Oliver abruptly canted his hips, shoving the rest of the way inside. Tearing through the thin membrane, he swallowed her scream and began moving in a rocking motion until she arched against him.

“That’s it, baby. There you are, my sweet, sweet girl.” Moving his hand back to her throat, he squeezed lightly as she moaned again, the vibration tickling his fingers. His hips snapped in a rhythmic fashion, grinding her clit until her hands gripped his arms tighter.

But she no longer pushed him away.

She pulled him closer.

ChapterTwenty-Five

Londyn

“Goddamn,Londyn. You are so fucking beautiful like this. Twitching around my cock, struggling to breathe with my hand around your throat,” Oliver said in his cruel, casual way. With each slow, deliberate thrust, he made sure she felt his piercings, the cold bars quickly heating until they matched her warmth.

His words set her on fire. Everything about this… her captivity… his dominance… her surrender to her own dark desires was wrong and confusing. She shouldn’t want any of this. But she did. And while she burned under his possession, Oliver continued stoking the flames, fucking her until the pain and intensity of her stretching to accept him became secondary to what her body demanded.

“I can feel you coming on my cock, dove. Your pussy is contracting around me, little flutters that vibrate my piercings. It’s fucking amazing.” Bracing himself on one arm, Oliver kept his hand around her throat. It was a simple act of dominance and not intended to make her lose consciousness, although Londyn knew that could change without warning. Her body responded in the most humiliating way, soaking his cock and pulsing desperately.

“Will you come again for me?” His sly inquiry was accompanied by his hips pumping in a series of shallow movements that seemed designed to drive her crazy. Oliver huffed out a laugh, burying himself until he could go no further before withdrawing enough to glance down between their bodies. “My dick is coated with your blood and your cum. I want more of it.”

Londyn’s weak, strangled whimper of greedy acceptance amused him. A dark angelic grin curved his lips.

“You looked gorgeous choking on my dick in the basement. Every time I shoved myself down your throat, it made you wet. Maybe wetter than you are now with my cock buried in this tight pussy. Should we try that again and see if I’m right? Or should I keep fucking you like this until you pass out?”

Oh, God. Remembering what he had done to her in the basement made Londyn convulse in a mixture of desire and absolute terror.

“It scares you, doesn’t it? Thinking about all the ways I’ll use you. It frightens you, but you’re getting off on it, too. I can tell because you squeeze my cock so tightly when you are scared.” Oliver released her throat.

She drew a quick breath before he slid his hand into her hair and gripped the nape of her neck. Tilting her head back, he stared into her wide eyes as he glided in and out of her. “I think I should chase you through the woods again.” His voice was raspy with lust. “I should let you believe there’s hope of escape. I’ll wear a mask again. Only this time when I catch you, I’ll fuck you in the dirt while you scream and try to get away. Ahhh,” he laughed suddenly, “your pussy likes that idea. It’s fucking strangling me. Fuck, I can’t hold it off any longer. Let me feel you coming on my cock, Londyn, while I fucking come inside you.”

His movements became more erratic, more forceful, and uncontrolled. Letting out a low growl, his body tensed as he thrust harder, deeper inside her, and Londyn responded as he commanded.

The room dimmed, stars exploding behind her eyes as an overwhelming climax swept through her. She screamed in pleasure, crying out as Oliver slammed into her one last time. The barbells that studded his cock dragged over every sensitive nerve ending inside her, hitting spots she never knew existed until it all exploded in a dizzying avalanche of sensations; a final climax riding the tails of the last one with no break in between.

“Fuck, you’ll be the death of me, dove. Take every inch and every drop. Take it all.” Oliver’s mouth slammed onto hers.

Londyn could not breathe. She could only shake and submit to the darkness as he shuddered with the force of his orgasm. Her body melted around him as the hot heat of his cum filled her. And she could do nothing to stop it. She wasn’t even sure she wanted. It was a strange sense of belonging that overcame her as he pumped into her. She reveled in the security of his embrace even though she knew it wasn’t real. Because nothing with this man at its center could ever be the truth. Everything was a lie. A smokescreen. A mirage.

That feeling of being safe with Oliver Winter? It was a dangerous illusion and trusting it would be her downfall.

She must have blacked out.

When she came to, groggy and disoriented, she discovered Oliver still looming over her, his body shaking as he came down from his climax. Their heavy breaths filled the room while beyond the sleek glass doors leading to an expansive balcony, birds twittered and sang in the early-morning sunshine. It was such an odd thing. Outside this room, the world continued revolving as if nothing had happened. The fact she’d just surrendered her soul and virginity to the Devil was inconsequential to everyone but her.

“Fuck me,” he muttered. “That was worth every penny.” He eased out of her, smiling when he saw the evidence of their mutual orgasms mingled with her blood. Rearing back on his haunches, he grabbed a section of the sheets and leisurely wiped himself off before doing the same to her swollen sex. He noted the way she flinched, and surprisingly, when he passed the silk over her a second time, his touch was gentle but sure. “Next time, I’ll push all my cum back inside you, Londyn. You’ll keep everything I give you until I say otherwise.”

He tossed the soiled silk aside as Londyn lay frozen, her heart racing and her blood turning to ice. She could feel something welling up inside her. A roiling ocean of emotions and feelings. It was barreling through her; she couldn’t stop it. Her eyes filled with tears, and before she knew what was happening, she was sobbing hysterically, overwhelmed and out of control until she couldn’t breathe. Her chest swelled like it was stuffed full of dynamite and a second away from exploding.

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