Page 110 of Kiss the Villain

“Fuck.” I grunt when he does it again, this time slapping the other cheek.

Hard.

I jolt against the sheet and my cock is full like I’ve never experienced before.

Fuck. Jesus.

Kayden alternates between biting and slapping, slapping and biting, keeping me on edge with anticipation for what he’ll do next.

“Mmm. Red does look good on you.” He kneads the skin, and I think I’ll just come from the torture alone.

He shifts behind me, and I turn to the side to see him grabbing a bottle of lube from the drawer.

My hands pull at the ropes. I’m still fucking apprehensive about this. Part of me doesn’t want it and is getting really freaked out at the idea of being fucked.

I don’t like it.

The loss of control.

The idea of being under someone else.

Of being hurt when I should be the one inflicting pain.

I’ve always been in control, so this entire thing kicks my survival instinct into overdrive.

And I twist beneath him, wanting to fight this for real. To stop it—not that he’d let me.

The other part, the part that can’t help coming back for more, likes that hewon’tlet me.

Jeez. I knew I was fucked up, but I didn’t think I wasthisfucked up.

Kayden shoves my back down when I fight and slaps my ass, then lifts it in the air. “Stay still so I can lube my pussy up.”

A groan rips out of me when his fingers lather cold gel all over my back hole, and I bury my head so he doesn’t see my face. I don’t even want to imagine the type of expression I’m making.

“My virgin cunt is dripping wet. Mmm.” He thrusts two fingers in and I tense up, but it only lasts a second as he thrusts in me in a firm, soothing rhythm. “Look at you taking my fingers so well. The view is driving me insane, baby.”

His cock, hard and absolutely heavy, glides up and down my ass cheek. When did he even remove his boxers?

My question remains hanging as he adds another finger. I strain and tense up. “That’s…”

“Shh. You’ll have to take my fingers to be able to fit my cock, baby.”

“God…fuck…”

“You’re doing well, little monster. Stop overthinking and just take what I give you.”

“Fuck…”

He leans over my back and bites my nape, then does that wicked sucking of my ear. “I know you’re used to being the one in control, and this terrifies you. I know you despise the idea of being fucked by a man. I know all of that. But, baby, you’re also making me lose control. I never thought about fucking another man, but the idea of not taking you is driving me out of my goddamn mind. So be a good boy and take me.”

Something throbs in my chest. Not my dick. Mychest.

I mumble a throaty noise against the pillow as his fingers tap that spot inside me, but only for a few seconds, before he pulls out.

“I’m fucking desperate to be inside you.” He lifts my hips, his fingers digging into the sides before he releases me, and I strain my neck to look at him.

My throat dries at the view of him kneeling behind me, squirting lube over his cock, and lathering himself from top to bottom.

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