Page 41 of Kiss the Villain

The power behind his every touch leaves me breathless, gasping like a slut. I’m tugging on the ropes so hard, I’m surprised they don’t cut my skin.

“Enough,” I let out in a moan even as I buck my hips. “I hate this…”

“Correction.” His stubble scratches my areola as he flicks his tongue on my aching, sore nipple. “You want to hate it.”

I do.

I want to hate it and Ican’t.

Because I’m falling into the rhythm as he jerks me up and down in long, powerful movements, like no one has ever done, not even me.

It’s the drugs, I think as my balls tighten.

There’s no way in hell I’m into men orthisparticular man.

He’s a disturbing motherfucker. I would have never looked in his direction under different circumstances.

The drugs.

Ithasto be the drugs.

My back arches off the bed as I buck in his hand, needing that last bit of friction.

“You want to come, baby?”

“Stop calling me that, asshole…fuck…”

“You need to ask nicer. Preferably beg.” He twirls his thumb along my crown and stars form behind my lids. “You look your best when broken, my little monster.”

“Shut…up…”

“Beg me to let you come.”

“Fuck you.”

I groan, my eyes closing as I give in to the most intense buildup of my life.

But it doesn’tcome.

Pun fucking intended.

The friction disappears. Just like that.

I blink my eyes open, feeling disoriented. “Why…”

Kayden’s sitting back, no longer sucking and biting my chest like it’s a fucking dessert. And more importantly, my hard dick is up in the air, curving toward my stomach. Precum drips into my navel, forming a small pool, but there’s no actual cum.

I glare at his equally hard cock that’s resting on my thigh, then at him.

“Why did you stop?” I let the frustration translate into my biting tone.

His lips curve in a slow grin. “Didn’t you ask me to?”

“You fucking—” I buck, but I only manage to thrust in the air with no real friction. “Are you enjoying this?”

He wraps his veiny hand around his cock, giving it a rough jerk that makes my mouth water. “Very.”

“Fuck…just…”