Page 69 of Always A Villain
I barely register the sensation before his hand shifts, and I feel a cool wetness drip onto my asshole—his spit, slick and spreading as his fingers rub it into me.
“Oh fuck,” I pant, realization dawning on me. He's going to fuck my ass. I start to pull against the restraints, and he slams the handle of the knife harder inside me, making me gasp.
“Stay still.”
“I’m still sore…from the woods and the crash.”
“I know, baby,” he murmurs darkly, his grip on my hip intensifying, fingers toying with each bruise. “And you’ll take it anyway, won’t you?”
I start to protest, but his hand clamps over my mouth, and he rams his cock inside my ass, his other hand still working the knife handle in my pussy. I cry out into his palm, the pain ricocheting through me.
“Fuck,” he grunts, pulling out and shoving his cock in again, each thrust harder than the last. “Take all of me, little siren. You can handle it. You love it when I hurt you.”
He’s right. I’m completely insane because this brutal treatment ignites something deep inside me, even whenI hate it. Pain blooms with every harsh movement, tears streaming down my cheeks as he leans over me, his chest pressing against my back, his cock buried in my ass. Each thrust forces a guttural groan from my throat, and his hand keeps working the knife, twisting it just right, making my body buzz, on the edge of breaking apart.
“Don’t move too much, little siren. The knife is sharp.”
He fucks me harder, his cock slamming in and out, the knife handle digging into me more. Every mark he leaves, every vicious bite, every thrust—I feel myself spiraling, the edges of my sanity fraying.
Then I scream, the sound choked by his hand, as I spasm through my release. His grunts deepen, driving me harder into the mattress.
“You’ve fucking ruined me, Rory.” He yanks my head back, forcing me to meet his gaze—eyes wild and primal, not quite human. With a low groan, he pulls the knife out, and the jarring emptiness is almost shocking. But it’s fleeting as his body slams against mine, pinning me down with his weight. I can’t breathe.
The new angle allows him to sink even deeper, and I scream.
He’s everywhere—in my body, my head, my heart. He wraps an arm around my chest, pulling me tight against him, the ropes biting into my wrists.
“I’ve never given a fuck about anything in my life. I fucking love you, Rory. I’d die for you. I’ve never felt anything like this. It tears me apart knowing the shit I’ve done to you, but you’re mine. You belong to me. Nobody will ever have you, touch you, or even think about touching you. You’re everything I never knew I wanted. Now that I have you, I’m never letting you go.”
“Axe,” I pant, rocking back against him. He feels so good, his cock, the pain, the pleasure, everything about him. His words, his touches, the way he holds me.
His hand slides up to cradle my jaw, his thumb brushing away a tear. “I promise, Rory. I’ll only hurt you in the best possible ways. With my cock.” He slams his hips. “My tongue, my hands.” Another thrust. “Every part of me will be used to pleasure you. To destroy you. To ruin you. Until you're nothing but a mess of cum, tears, and pain, in the most beautiful way.”
In a heartbeat, he’s cutting my wrists free, then sliding out of me.
Before I can blink, he’s flipping me onto my back, wedged between my thighs, and his lips crash against mine, devouring me whole. I gasp into his mouth, the sharp ache of his withdrawal mingling with arousal as he pounds into my ass again.
My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, as if I could somehow fuse us together. He fucks me slow and deep, like we've got all night, like the world is ours. Nails digging into his back, I bite down on his shoulder, grinding my clit against his pelvis.
This is new. We’ve never fucked like this. There’s no rough edge, no domination—it’s raw, pure, and terrifyingly intimate. Our bodies move in perfect sync. My body tingles, another wave of heat building in my core, my orgasm coiling tighter, ready to snap.
“Axe—” I barely manage before his lips claim mine again. His moans blend with mine, his hips jerking as I feel him pulse inside me, filling my ass with his cum.
We don’t stop kissing, not even as our bodies tremble from the aftershocks. He stays buried, still hard, still wanting, and I don’t want to let go either. I wrap my arms tighter around his shoulders, nuzzling my face in the crook of his neck. His lips brush against my skin, while his fingers thread through my hair.
“Fuck, Rory,” he breathes. He starts to pull away, but I hold him in place.
“Don’t,” I whisper. “Just...stay.” I hate how desperate I sound, but I can’t let him go, not yet. He freezes, then his arms tighten around me, pulling me closer.
We lie there, our bodies tangled, heat simmering between us.
“I’m crushing you,” he finally says, breaking the stillness.
“You’re not. I like it.” His weight pressing me down, his warmth sinking into my skin—it feels too good.
He huffs a low laugh. “You’ve accused me of crushing you before.” His hand tangles in my hair, and I can feel his smile against my temple.
“That doesn’t sound like me.”
