Page 37 of Always A Villain
Instantly, her body jerks, panic kicking in. A sharp, muffled scream rips through the fabric. Her hands thrash, legs kicking wildly, sheets tangling around her. I climb onto the bed, pressing a knee against her chest, pinning her down hard. She bucks beneath me, struggling, but it’s useless—she’s blind, disoriented, powerless.
Her wrists come together in my grip, and the zip ties snap tight, digging into her skin.
“AXEL!” she screams.
She won’t know it’s me until I’m ready. Until she’s completely helpless, exposed, stripped down to nothing but raw fucking need.
Her screams grow louder, her voice cracking, but no one’s coming to save her. Kane’s locked away. Griffen knows to stay the fuck out of it.
I will break her tonight.
And she’ll fucking love every second of it.
“AXE! HELP ME!”
Her body shakes, pure terror wracking through her.
Little siren, I’m right here.
I throw her over my shoulder. My grip tightens on her bound wrists, the way they struggle uselessly, making my blood thrum hotter. The excitement, the adrenaline, the power—it’s a fucking drug.
The second we hit the garage, she fights even harder, twisting, her cries bouncing off concrete.
Doesn’t matter.
I toss her into the truck bed, her body hitting hard against the metal with a thud. She writhes, the zip ties biting into her skin. I slam the tailgate shut. Locked in. Trapped. Mine.
Her sobs tear through the air, fueling the heat crawling up my spine. She’s terrified. Fucking perfect.
Firing up the engine, the roar drowns out the last remnants of the world around us. Her body jerks with the movement, sliding across the truck bed as I slam the gas, the tires kicking up gravel. My grip tightens on the wheel, veins pumping with something dark and primal.
She thinks she’s afraid now?
I drive deeper into the trees, away from eyes, away from interruptions. Away from salvation. I don’t stop until we’re deep enough that even if she screamed until her throat bled, no one would hear her.
Slamming the brakes, the truck jerks forward, sending her body skidding again. I kill the engine.
Grabbing her bound wrists, I yank her out. Her bare legs kick against me, useless, her sheer nightie bunched up, thighs exposed, soft skin flushed from the cold. I throw her over my shoulder again, carrying her farther into the woods.
“Please let me go! Axel! Help!”
The trees swallow her pleas.
When I reach the clearing, I slam her onto the ground, pinning her under my weight. The moonlight slashes across her skin, highlighting every flawless curve, every inch of her that belongs to me. I’ve waited for this. Planned it. She doesn’t even know how long I’ve wanted to hunt her.
She looks like a fucking angel—laid out, helpless, perfect.
“Axel!” she screams in raw panic. “Help me!”
My cock throbs, pressing against her as I lean in closer.
“Little siren, I’m right here.” I rip the hood off, letting her see me. The second her eyes lock onto mine, fury and something darker flicker in those blue depths.
“You motherf?—”
I slap a hand over her mouth, cutting off the insult, feeling the heat of her breath against my palm.
“Your filthy fucking mouth, I love it.”
