Page 58 of Kiss the Villain

He chuckles, his lips rubbing against my jaw softly. Affectionately, even, and it makes me confused as fuck. “Love it when you talk dirty, baby.”

“Don’t fucking touch me there.”

“Why? Afraid you’ll like it, too? Mmm. No lube. This is a problem.”

“Wait—” He shoves my head against the tree, but his hand disappears from my ass.

The relief is short-lived, though, because I hear the unbuckling of a belt behind me, and then something harder and bigger is gliding up and down my ass crack.

Apprehension builds behind my rib cage, trickling down my spine in a flood of unease. Painful, fucked up, but also expectant.

I should fight. Icanfight. Hell, I can reach into my pocket and call for a horde of guards that will kill him on the spot.

But then again, I’m the only one who can kill him.

And Iwillkill him.

But there’s this petulant side of me that kind of loves it when I say no and he goes for it anyway.

Because I get off on this, apparently, and heknowsit.

He feeds on it, too.

Because neither of us is normal.

“Your hole feels so good, baby.” He makes shallow thrusts against my back hole. “I think I’ll love this.”

“Wait.” I breathe harshly against the tree. “Just wait. Why the fuck do you have to force everything?”

“Because you wouldn’t admit to liking this otherwise.” He grabs my ass cheek as he slides his cock up and down, touching that hot, dry hole as he whispers in my ear, “If it allows you to enjoy this better, think of me as forcing you, taking your will and fight and allowing you no way out just because I love to see you squirm. You can make me your villain, baby.”

It doesn’t entirely work, because a sick part of me I wish I could smother to death is enjoying this.

I hate that part and him, but I close my eyes and murmur, “Don’t fuck me. You do that, and I swear Iwillkill you.”

“Still apprehensive, I see.” His cock grows thicker as his movements turn more frantic, hotter, wilder. “I won’t fuck you dry. I’m not that much of a monster.”

“You won’t fuck me atall.”

“Yet.”

Slap.

I jerk at the sudden hit, and then his groan follows.

“I love how your ass turns red so fast.” He kneads the skin. “You wear my handprints so nicely. Seeing my marks on you makes me hard. The way you submit to the pain I dish out makes me fucking leak, baby.”

“Stop doing that.”

“Mmm. Keep fighting. I’m close.”

Sick motherfucker.

And yet I can’t stay still. The way he’s rubbing his erection all over me is making me so hard, it’s painful. I want to reach down and touch it. Just once.

Something sticky slides over my hole and I think he’s coming, but then he stops, so it must be just a lot of precum. I hear him spit a few times before he wedges his hand between my ass cheeks, the cool fluids nudging against my back hole.

“Should be good enough.” He circles the rim with his middle finger. “Relax for me. You have to take my fingers before I can stuff you with my cock.”

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