Page 39 of Always A Villain
That thought jolts me with terror, propelling my legs faster. The woods stretch on endlessly, moonlight casting shadows that dance like creepy fingers trying to grab me. My foot snags a root, and I go down hard, knees slamming into the ground.
A sharp cry escapes me as pain ripples through my body. Rocks tear into my palms, but I force myself up, dirt caking my legs. The wind howls, the rustle of leaves sounding likewhispers, mocking me. Everything feels alive and hostile.
My heart pounds in my ears, my limbs shaky. Somewhere behind me, I hear it—the faint crunch of leaves. He’s coming.
I push through the agony, forcing my legs to move. The darkness presses in tighter, swallowing me, shadows shifting. I don’t know where he is, how far back. But I know he’s closing in.
And when he finds me, there's no escape.
On the edge of collapse, I hear his footsteps approaching. My legs scream in protest, muscles burning, but I push harder. Panic gnaws at me, threatening to take over. I’m not going to make it.
His breaths are heavy, so close now I can feel it on my skin. Desperation drives me, forcing one last sprint. My body’s a wreck—every muscle aches, my lungs on fire. Just when I think I can't go any farther, his arms wrap around me like a vise, yanking me down.
We hit the ground hard, my scream swallowed by the impact as I land on top of him. I thrash, trying to break free, but he’s all muscle, solid and immovable. His grip is iron, and in one swift roll, he pins me beneath him. His weight crushes me into the dirt, the rough ground scraping my skin raw.
A cry slips out—fear mixed with something else. I’m not even sure what it is, but it terrifies me. He pins my wrists above my head with one hand, his body pressed into mine, every inch of him dominating. The moon casts just enough light for me to catch the dangerous glint in his eyes. His free hand grips my throat, thumb brushing over my trembling lip.
“Little siren,” he growls, voice thick with desire, “I’ve caught you.”
Before I can respond, his mouth crashes into mine, the kiss rough, stealing the breath from my lungs. His tongue invades my mouth, and I don’t resist. I can’t. His teeth scrape against my lips, but the pain only fuels the fire burning inside me.
I push against him, not because I want to get away, but because I need to feel him holding me tighter. I need the fight. He growls into the kiss, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood. The metallic taste fills my mouth as I moan, the sound somewhere between a cry and pure pleasure.
His body crushes mine, muscles straining under his shirt, and all I can think about is how much I want him. All of him.
He breaks the kiss, sitting up, his hips locking mine in place. His knife flashes in the moonlight, slicing through the flimsy fabric of my nightgown with a sharpsnick.The material gives way easily, and he tosses the blade aside, grabbing the torn cloth and ripping it open, baring me completely to him. I can’t suppress the whimper that escapes as his feral gaze travels over me. There's no hesitation, just pure, unadulterated hunger in his eyes.
Without warning, he shifts his weight and flips me onto my stomach, forcing me down into the dirt. The torn fabric of my nightgown is yanked roughly around my wrists, binding them tight. I fight, jerking my arms to free myself, but his hands clamp down, unrelenting, forcing my wrists together.
“No!” I cry out as I struggle to crawl away, to do anything, but it’s hopeless. His strength is overwhelming, and the rush of fear blends with something darker, something I hate to admit is there.
“Oh, little siren,” he purrs, the sound thick with lust. “Yes.” The hiss of his zipper is unmistakable, and I feel his weight shift behind me. His thighs force mine apart, his warm cock pressing against my soaked entrance. My heart races so fast it feels like it might explode.
“Axe,” I gasp.
“I want this to hurt,” he growls, no remorse in his tone. His cock presses against my opening, and my entire body tenses. I brace myself, but nothing could prepare me for the pain that tears through me as he pushes inside. The thick head forces my walls apart, and I scream.
His fist twists into my hair, yanking my head back as he drives deeper. Another scream rips from my throat, my body arching involuntarily as the unforgiving pain shoots through me.
“That's it. Scream for me.”
With brutal force, his hips snap forward, his cock filling me so completely it feels like I'm going to break. Every thrust is punishing. My cries mix with his guttural groans, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the night.
My wrists burn, his grip unyielding, the torn fabric biting into my skin. He drives his cock deeper, sending tears streaming down my face. Each brutal thrust forces my body into the unforgiving ground, the rough earth scraping against my skin.
But my body responds to it all, the slick heat of my arousal coating him as he pounds into me savagely. Dread and unbearable desire bleed together until I can’t tell them apart.
A sickening heat coils low in my belly. Fear, adrenaline, pain, pleasure—it all collides in a dizzying storm that leavesme gasping, teetering on the edge of something terrifying. Something I desperately need.
“Axel!” I sob, choking on my cries. “It hurts.”
“I know, baby,” he growls through clenched teeth. He doesn’t ease up—if anything, his sadistic satisfaction drives him harder. “You can take it.”
With one more vicious thrust, my body comes undone. The orgasm slams into me, a violent eruption of ecstasy that forces a scream from my throat. It surges through me, making me convulse beneath him, blacking out my vision. But he doesn’t stop—doesn’t let me come down. His cock pistons deeper, his grip bruising, pushing me past any threshold I thought I had.
“Please,” I gasp, overwhelmed.
His reply is a cold, breathless snarl. “I'm not stopping, Rory.”
