Page 61 of Kiss the Villain

My brows pull in a frown, but then I feel large round skin at my back hole.

“No, don’t?—”

“Shh.” He wraps his hand around my neck from behind, lifting my jaw with his thumb and forefinger. “You can’t just come on your own.”

“Wait…wait…” I gulp. “Please, don’t.”

I don’t care if I have to beg. I’m not going to let him fuck me. Because he was right, I’d never give anyone that power over me.

It’d make me his bitch. I’m no one’s fuckingbitch.

“Fuck, baby. I love it when you beg in that hoarse little voice.” He thrusts his crown against my back hole. “I love how my pussy is puckering up and inviting me inside.”

“P-please…don’t fuck me, Kayde…”

I pause.

He pauses, too. “Jesus fucking Christ, you have a nickname for me already, baby?”

No, I meant to say his full name, but the N got struck in my throat.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy.” He peppers gentle bites along my jaw, my throat, moving his fingers so he can have access. “How can you not let me fuck my hole? Can’t you feel how ravenous I am for you?”

His words strike deep within a fucked-up part in my chest. His voice is rough but his choice of words is softer, almost as if he’s trying to persuade me.

Like it matters for him that I let this happen.

He didn’t seem to care about the rest, but he wants me to let him fuck me.

And that does something to me. Namely, my slowly hardening cock.

The fuck?

Why would I care about the words of a monster?

A literal damn rapist who seems to enjoy debasing me.

He keeps thrusting against my hole again and again, and my cock twitches as he rams me against the tree.

“I’m dying to be inside you, baby. I’ve never been this goddamn crazy about being inside anyone.”

My throat dries, but I whisper, “No.”

“Baby, please?”

“No, come on me, but d-don’t fuck me. I’ll never forgive you if you fuck me.”

He grunts, pushing farther, and I think he’ll just do it.

He’ll fuck me against a tree in a forest.

But then he releases a shattered breath. “All right, I won’t.”

My stomach falls and I refuse to honor the feeling with a description. “Really?”

“Really. Instead, tell me you loved being fucked with my fingers, and call me Kayde.”

“No way in hell…”

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