Page 85 of Kiss the Villain

I’ve never felt this edged before—except when he did it the other time. He always toys with me and I’m helpless, completely at his nonexistent mercy.

What seems like forever passes, before he jerks me again.

I thrust my cock in his hand, shamelessly chasing the unhinged intensity I’ve never felt before.

The deeper he goes in my throat, the harder I thrust up, swallowing around him, wanting him to come, too.

“I said.” He squeezes my cock again, stopping right before I shoot cum in his hand. “This isn’t about your pleasure.”

Fuck.

Fuck.

I’m turning delirious. Completely and utterly mindless, I think I’ll kill someone just to come.

My skin tingles, tears streaming down my face and sweat covering me from head to toe as he pounds and pounds and pounds me with his cock. It’s so far back, I think I’ll swallow him.

He jerks me again, sending delicious waves through my wound-up abs, and then stops at the brink, right when I’m about to finally let go.

A small whimper leaves me, but I’m so numb, so lightheaded, my lids grow heavy.

“Eyes on me. I’m not done.” He pulls at my hair, startling me awake. “Your mouth is only mine, isn’t it? I’m the only one who can choke it and stuff it full of my cum, right?”

I stare, dazed, really going out of it, actually. It’s like I’m swimming in the middle of nowhere and I don’t feel on edge.

My mind is blank, empty of all the thoughts and plans and lies. It’s just a white room in the middle of nowhere, and it’s only him and me here.

In that white room in my usually busy brain.

“Nod your head. Tell me I’m the only one you’ll allow to touch you. Fuck you whichever way I please.”

I nod without thought.

“Good boy. I love it when you’re obedient.”

Something lights up in my chest, and I blink at him as his blood trickles down my forehead and cheek, then mixes with his cock in my mouth.

I swallow around it, gulping the metallic taste and the precum.

“Fuuuck.” He grunts, seemingly loving the view as much as I like the taste. “You’re made for me, my little monster, aren’t you?”

I nod again.

“Fucking Christ. I love how you take me. You feel so good, you know that?”

My stomach is full of these rampant little bats that are slaughtering each other, and I can’t stop looking at him as I lick him and swallow around his crown just the way he likes it.

Because apparently, I love his praise.

It’s sending me to the edge.

“I’m close. Mmm, you’re doing so well, baby.”

That spark comes again, and I swear the bats are multiplying by the second. I like that he’s close and that I’m the reason, but mostly, I like that he’s not calling me by my last name.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “You going to drink my cum?”

I nod again, mesmerized as his abs tighten. The blood is still trickling down, making a mess, and I swallow anything that comes into my mouth, taken by his expression.

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