Page 111 of Kiss the Villain

I think I downplayed his size before to avoid praising him even in my head, but the guy is criminally huge. How the fuck will that fit inside me?

Apprehension slithers to my tight stomach, but it soon vanishes when my eyes drag to his stormy ones.

There’s an intensity in the way he watches me, like he’s memorizing every inch of me, every breath I take. It’s not just a stare; it’s a raw, unspoken claim, as if he knows exactly how much power he holds over me and takes sick pleasure in making me feel it.

But there’s something else there, too, something magnetic. His gaze softens, just a fraction, before he exhales a long, deliberate breath that makes my chest tighten.

“Fuck, baby. I love that look on your face.”

What look?

I want to ask, but I don’t get the chance when he latches on to my hip and holds his cock at my back hole.

And then he thrusts in. His crown presses against the tight ring of muscles and the round tip breaks through.

He’s in my ass.

A man’s dick is inmyass.

I drop my head on the pillow, my lips trembling.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Slap.

The spank on my ass wrenches me out of my head and brings me back to the present in full-blown colors.

“Relax, don’t allow your body to fight me.” He kneads the skin he just slapped in firm movements. “I want you to enjoy it when I claim my pussy, baby.”

He thrusts his hips again, this time pushing so far in, I strangle on a cry, pulling on the ropes so hard, I think I’ll dislocate my shoulders. He’s so big, I’m being stretched out, completely and utterly impaled by him.

It hurts.

Fuck, ithurts.

Why am I doing this? Why didn’t I just let the asshole go?—

Slap.

This time, his fingers dig into my hair. It’s not short, but it’s not that long either, and he manages to lift my head, then leans down so his lips hover near my cheek. “Don’t go there. Stay with me.”

“It hurts…” I mumble, feeling weirdly vulnerable.

“I know.” He stays still for a while as he slides his tongue from the corner of my mouth over my cheek and to my eye. “You love the pain, so use that and fall into it, don’t fight it.”

“I feel every inch of you, prick.” I pant. “I even f-feel your veins pulsing inside me.”

“That’s because I’m holding on to my last goddamn smidge of control not to bottom out.”

“Y-you’re not fully in?”

“A little over halfway through.”

“No way…fuck…”

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