Page 5 of Always A Villain
“If you keep being nice to me, I’ll start thinking you like me.” Even with her eyes barely open, a faint smirk tugs at her lips.
“We can’t have that now, can we?” I brush a stray hair away from her face and tuck it behind her ear. I hate that even a gesture as simple as this feels foreign—betrays who I am.
“Nope,” she sighs.
“No more accidents, Rory.” In the last two days, she’s managed to wreck her car and fall from the top of a damn trapeze.
“I thought you liked seeing me hurt,” she breathes, half-asleep.
“Only when I’m the one causing the pain.”
“Kinky.”
“Go to sleep,” I mutter, and her breaths even out. I should leave, but the urge to stay digs into me.
Before I think better of it, I strip off my shirt and slide into bed beside her. I wrap my arm around her, feeling her chest rise and fall against mine. It’s dangerous territory, but I want this. Want her close, even with every instinct blaring in my head.
As her scent invades my senses, my cock hardens.
Fuck.
I shift her slightly, my shaft pressing against her ass. She lets out a small whimper, and I bite back a groan. I should leave, but the desire to be close to her wins out. I feel like a fucking horny teenager, unable to control my own body, unable to resist her.
She moves against me, and I tighten my grip on her. My hand slides down her flat stomach into the waistband of her panties. I run my fingers along the top of her slit, parting her thighs just enough to feel inside her. Her walls are still slick with my cum, the masked man's cum.
My shoulders tense.
This was my idea, this entire fucking game. But now that I'm losing control, all I want is to destroy her. To fuck her until she screams my name. Until she realizes that she’s mine.
I free my cock and press it between her folds, my mouth against her neck.
Removing my fingers from her cunt, I thrust my cock through her wetness and into my palm. Slowly jerking off with her arousal. She quietly moans, but remains completely asleep.
“You're going to fucking ruin me,” I mutter in her ear, my cock twitching, the pressure building in my balls at the feel of her.
I piston my hips, using her pussy like my own personal Fleshlight. The pleasure is too intense to last. Balls drawing up, I spill my load into my palm, my lips on her neck, teeth scraping along the delicate skin. My body shudders as I empty myself with a suppressed groan, cum coating my fingers before I drag it through her cunt and push it deep inside her. I swirl the remaining cum around her clit, and she whimpers again, her hips bucking against my hand. Grabbing a fingerful of cum, I shove it in her mouth.
“Fucking mine,” I whisper, my claim lost in her hair as her breathing returns to a steady rhythm.
Fucking hell.I've lost my mind.
Rounding the corner to the house, I kick my pace up a notch as Kane sprints alongside me. The evening air bites at my skin, and my breath comes out in sharp puffs. After last week’s fall, I had to take it easy, but tomorrow’s the Red Arena, and there’s no way in hell I’m missing it.
I haven’t seen Axe much since the accident. After his unexpected softness in the hospital, I’ve been trying to ignore how complicated he is. We haven’t mentioned that car ride conversation, and I'm thankful for that. I have no clue how to deal with his mixed signals. So, I’ve decided I hate him—mostly for making me feel things I don't want to feel.
I finish my final lap, panting and sweaty. “Good boy,” I say to Kane, ruffling his ears as he wags his tail. I step into the house, and the first thing that hits me is the delicious aromaof food.
“Rory, come eat!” Griffen’s voice calls out from the kitchen. He texted earlier that he was picking up teriyaki, and I can practically taste it already. As I turn the corner, I see not just Griffen but also Axe, Kyla, and another Sovereign. The Red Arena pulls in Sovereign members from all over. Usually, I couldn’t care less about the Arena fights—I’ve never understood why they need to beat the hell out of each other when they’ve already earned their rank. What does it even prove?
But this year, I’m looking forward to it. Axe is repping the Generals, and I want to see him in action. See what all the hype’s about—what the Reaper is really capable of.
Kyla spots me and jumps up, wrapping me in a hug.
“I’m so excited! I heard the Siren show is going to be amazing!” She’s bright and bubbly as she drags me to the table. I plop down on the bench seat across from Axe, who’s deep in conversation with a dark-haired guy with a Russian accent. But the moment our eyes lock, everything else fades.
He’s wearing a tight t-shirt that shows off his tattoos and, damn, he looks good. His biceps bulge, and his hair is messy and slightly damp, like he just finished working out.
“Rory,” Griffen says, sliding a container of stir-fried vegetables and tofu my way. “I was embarrassed ordering that tofu shit,” he teases.
