Page 206 of Kissing the Villain

I tugged her hair harder and smacked her ass with my other hand. “You’ve been a bad girl. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“I’m a bad girl,” she moaned.

“Did you like fucking my brother,” I grunted. “Hmm? Tell me.”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “I thought he was you.” Her head dropped to the mattress, her fingers gripping the sheets as she screamed for me.

I slapped her ass, this time hard enough to leave a handprint. She howled from a mixture of pain and excitement.

I pinched my nipple, damn near tearing it off my body. “You like the pain, baby?”

“Yes,” she choked out.

“What did I tell you about pain? You remember, pretty girl?”

She bobbed her head.

“My queen loves it when she’s gasping for air right before she comes.”

I crushed her windpipe with the tie, and she didn’t bother to correct me because we both knew the truth. She learned through years of my cruelty that some of my sick shit had rewards. This was one of them.

I yanked on the tie, the fabric molding to her throat. “Come on my cock, bad girl.”

Our moans filled the silence. A wave of pleasure rolled down my arms, spreading down my chest. My skin seared with flames as my cock pumped into her, deeper and deeper as I took what he wanted.

As Alex rode out another orgasm, I spanked her ass again.

“Harder,” she screamed, rocking her hips to meet each of my thrusts.

I massaged her cheek with my throbbing hand, then landed another smack on her other cheek. Her pale skin was reddened from my punishment, but she was begging for more. Another orgasm built inside her, slow and steady, her arms and legs shaking.

Every nerve ending in my body set on fire, heat coursing over me in waves. My heart raced as we approached the finish line, and by the time I spanked her again, her body trembled with need. I yanked on the tie, and her fingers wrapped around my wrist. She encouraged me to be rougher as her pussy clenched around my cock.

I quickened my pace, pounding into her one last time before I spilled my cum inside her. Hugging her from behind, I wrapped my arm around her stomach and blew out a deep breath. The sweat from my forehead and chest glistened on her back. A tangle of limbs, we were so fucking spent we stayed like this for a while, breathing hard.

After a minute, I pulled out of her, ran my hand over her ass, then slid my finger down the length of her wet slit. My cum dripped out of her tight pussy and slid down her thigh. I spread her open with two fingers and smiled at this delicious sight.

Hooking my arm around her, I dropped to the bed with a sigh. I lay back on a stack of pillows, and she curled up beside me, resting her head on my chest.

I kissed the top of her head. “I want to marry you, Drea. I don’t want to spend another day without you by my side.”

Alex smiled so wide it illuminated her face. “You have your moments, Luca.”

“Don’t get used to this,” I shot back with a smirk. “I’m still an asshole.”

“An asshole in love,” she corrected.

I threaded my fingers through her hair, gripping her curls. “People like me don’t change overnight. But I will try to do right by you. I promise not to keep any more secrets.”

Alex kissed my cheek. “That’s all I ever wanted from you.”

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LUCA

A few days later,everything was falling into place. I told Alex I loved her. The world didn’t burn down. She didn’t run away or spit in my face. Alex was more affectionate toward me than ever. And I knew what I had to do before she changed her mind about me.

I left Alex in my mother’s studio so she could work on the paintings for her exhibition at Tate Modern. She had one month until the show, so I had little time to handle my enemies. And with my mother’s upcoming twentieth-anniversary showcase, Alex needed to spend more time on her art.

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