Page 43 of Always A Villain
“Really?” I can’t mask the surprise in my voice. He knew, and he was right.
“Rory, you like it rough. And when you’re scared, you get wet.” His fingers smooth down my stomach till he reaches the top of my mound. I gasp as he brushes over my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. He dips his finger inside me and my hips arch to meet him.
“You’re wet now. Just admitting you like to be fucked rough.” His teeth scrape over my collarbone.
“Axe...I'm sore,” I moan as he presses his finger deeper.
“I know, little siren, just give me one fucking more taste.” His mouth is on mine, his tongue invading. I can't pull away,and I'm not sure if I want to. I’m consumed by the kiss.
There’s no denying the way he makes my heart race, the way he makes my body ache for him. His heavy chest presses against me as he trails rough kisses down my neck before coming back to my mouth. My nipples harden, brushing against his skin, and I whimper.
“I hate how you make me feel,” I whisper against his lips, our tongues tangling together.
“Vulnerable?” he asks, breaking the kiss. “Desperate. Scared?”
“Yes.”
“Don't fight it.” He kisses me again, harder, deeper. “It's what I like best about you.”
His fingers slide in and out of me, his thumb circling my clit, teasing me until I'm gasping.
“You’re my little masochist,” he murmurs darkly, eyes locked on mine.
I shake my head. “I’m not?—”
“Yes, you are. You love the pain. You love when I bite, when I break you just to put you back together.”
“I don’t—” I gasp as he curls his fingers just right, the pressure sending sparks scattering along my spine.
“You’re soaked every time I hurt you, Rory. Don't lie to me.” His thumb presses harder, the friction making me cry out. “You crave it. And lucky for you, I love giving it.”
His confession hangs between us, filthy and true. His teeth pull at my bottom lip, and I moan at the mix of pain and pleasure. The way he's taking me again, even after everything, I'm going to combust.
“Come,” he demands, curling his finger, and I do,shattering around his hand, my body shaking. Groaning, his mouth latches onto my neck and his teeth sink deep.
“Fuck, Rory.”
His arm wraps around me, holding me tight as I ride out my orgasm. When the last of the spasms fade, he finally pulls his hand from between my legs and rolls to his back, dragging me with him. His cock is hard as steel against my stomach, but he doesn't make any effort to do anything about it.
I'm exhausted, still sore, and completely spent. But the way he's holding me, the feel of him against me—it’s more than sex. The flutter in my chest is undeniable. Tonight feels different—in his bed, in his arms, everything just feelsdifferent.
In this moment, I can’t even remember why I ever hated him.
“What have you been working on at the Iron?” I blurt out, desperate to shift the focus from the confusion swarming my mind. I need a distraction.
The Sovereign still hasn’t released a statement about the shooting. No details, no clarity. Just whispers of rumors. “Is it true you still don’t know who attacked us?”
“Yeah,” he exhales, his hand absentmindedly stroking my skin. “We’re still investigating.” His voice drops, and I can feel his body stiffen, muscles tensing under my fingertips. “It’s only a matter of time before we figure it out.”
I trace the intricate tattoos winding across his chest, “What have you found?”
He lets out a heavy sigh. “All we know is that they were amateurs,” he says, anger rising in his tone. “They had no idea what they were getting themselves into. Just a bunch of nobodies.” He pulls me tighter against him.
“What does it mean when someone’s a nobody?”
“It means they’re not connected. No criminal record, no ties to anything.” His tone is clipped as he explains. “Varying backgrounds, some with education, some with none.”
“What else? Where are they from?”
