Page 37 of Charming Villain

I lean down, my tongue lapping against her clit like it’s my last meal, tracing circles that make her hips buck against my fingers. She tastes like heaven, like sin, like everything I’ve ever wanted, and more. Her juices smear across my lips, and I relish every drop of her desire. I can feel her trembling under me, her breath hitching as I suck and tease, her body begging for the release that only I can give.

“Luciano—” she gasps, her voice breaking, her hands clutching at the sheets like she’s trying to anchor herself.

“Shut up,” I snarl, pulling my fingers out again, leaving her empty and desperate. Gianna whimpers. I smirk against her thigh, nipping at the soft skin there, just hard enough to leave the faintest mark. The taste of her lingers on my tongue, making me hungry for more, but I want to watch her squirm with unfulfilled desire.

I’m not letting her come. Not yet. Not until I’ve wrung every ounce of pleasure and frustration out of her. Until she’s crying, begging,screamingfor me to let her finish. I want to see her completely undone, watch as she falls apart beneath my hands until she’s nothing but raw nerves and burning desire.

I dip my tongue back into her slit, fucking her with my mouth like she’s my personal toy. She’s so wet now, every inch of her cunt dripping, and I lap it all up. My cock strains against my pants, but I’m not touching it. This isn’t about me. This is abouther—about me owning her, controlling her, making her suffer in the best possible way.

“Please,” Gianna whines, her hands fisting in helpless little grips.

“Please,what?” I taunt, pulling my mouth away, leaving her clit throbbing and neglected. “You want to come? Too bad, baby. You’re not allowed to yet.”

I slam my fingers back into her, fucking her hard and fast, my thumb grinding against her clit in rough, uneven strokes. Her body arches off the bed, her ass bounces, and I wanna bite the left cheek, mark it, make her mine in every way possible.

“You’re gonna take whatever I give you, and you’re gonna fucking love it.”

She chokes on a sob, her pussy tightening around my fingers like she’s fighting it, but I’m not stopping. I’m not letting her win. I’m gonna keep her right here, on this razor’s edge, until she’s crying for real, until she’s a mess because of me.

I’m relentless, ruthless, driving her closer to orgasm with every twist and curl of my fingers inside her. Her hips buck, fighting against me, but I flip her onto her stomach and pin her down with my free hand. I press my palm into the soft flesh of her stomach, keeping her right where I want her.

“L-Luciano—” she gasps, her voice breaking. Her nails claw at my wrist, but it’s half-hearted like she’s torn between begging me to stop and begging me to keep going. I know which one’s gonna win. It’s always gonna be me.

“Shut. Up, Gianna.” My voice is low and rough, like gravel dragging over her skin. “You’re not going anywhere. You’re gonna take it. You’re gonna cum for me, and you’re gonna scream my goddamn name.”

I add a third finger, stretching her tight little hole, and she lets out a broken moan. Her tits bounce with every ragged breath she takes and her nipples are so hard it looks painful, but I ignore them.

I press hard against her sweet spot until her eyes roll back in her head, and she lets out a strangled scream. She’s on the edge, so I slow down and drag my fingers out almost all the way before slamming them back in, hard and fast. I fuck her with my hand until her body arches off the bed.

“Please—” Gianna whimpers, tears streaming down her face, her lips swollen from biting them raw. “Luciano, please, I can’t?—”

“You can,” I snarl, leaning over her, my breath hot against her ear. “You’re gonna come for me, and you’re gonna scream so loud the neighbors hear you.”

I press my thumb against her clit, rubbing it in harsh, punishing circles, and she lets out a shriek, her body jerking violently under me. Her cunt is so tight, squeezing my fingers like she’s trying to milk them, and I can feel her coming apart. “That’s it,” I murmur. Her nails dig into my arm hard enough to draw pinpricks of blood. “Take it. Come for me, baby girl.”

And she does. Her whole body locks up, her thighs clamping around my hand, and she screams. She’s a mess, with tears streaming down her face and cheeks pink from exertion. I should stop, but I keep fucking her with my fingers. I want to pull every last drop of pleasure out of her body. I keep pushing her, keep making her take it until her body is limp and twitching.

My breath comes out in harsh bursts, and my heart pounds like I just finished running a marathon. A sick satisfaction flickers through me at the sight of her undone, but it feels hollow. It’s overshadowed by a deeper pang in my chest. Because her eyes are wet with more than just pleasure or frustration—they’re wet with hurt, betrayal, and confusion.What have I done?

Gianna clings to me for a breathless second, then tenses and pulls away as if I’ve burned her. She refuses to meet my gaze. Something like nausea churns in my stomach. I’ve re-established my dominance. I’ve proven that she can’t question me, can’t push me, can’t just do whatever she wants. I should feel like I’m on top of the world. But all I feel is hollow.

I clench my jaw, a thousand emotions warring inside me: anger at myself, regret, and a fierce longing to take it all back. “I—” My voice fails me. I rake a hand through my hair, vision swimming.

She flinches when I straighten my spine and stand up, and the sight of her recoiling cracks something deep inside me. A cold, sick feeling spreads through my chest.Gianna’s afraid of me.I told myself I wanted that, craved that kind of power over her. But seeing it now, etched in her eyes like a brand, watching her tremble at my mere presence, I realize it’s the last thing I want. The victory I thought I needed tastes like ash.

Chapter21

Luciano

Ineed to fix this. The room is suffocating; the lingering smell of sex mingles with sweat, and every breath reminds me of how far I’ve gone, how many lines I’ve crossed.

“Come,” I say, trying to steady my voice. She blinks at me with uncertainty, her dark eyes wide and questioning. Carefully, I take her hand—gently, as if she might shatter at my touch—and lead her to the adjoining bathroom. My mind whirls with a thousand regrets as I turn on the shower and adjust the temperature until it’s perfectly warm. Steam begins to fill the space, curling around us in gossamer tendrils. It’s a welcome relief from the tension.

Gianna stands near the sink with her arms wrapped around her like armor. Her breath comes in unsteady, shallow bursts.God, she looks so fragile now.Something vicious claws at my chest, a voice of conscience telling meIdid this to her, I forced her back into that vulnerable state. Each second that passes only intensifies the guilt gnawing at my insides.

“Shower,” I murmur, tone filled with remorse and self-loathing. “Let me— let me help you. Please.”

She hesitates, and her eyes search mine, darting back and forth like a frightened bird seeking sanctuary. I see fear swirling there in the depths but also a flicker of trust. A painful longing twists in my gut that makes it hard to breathe.Please don’t look at me like I’m a monstereven if I am one, even if I deserve every ounce of the fear reflecting back at me.

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