Page 11 of Villainous
He tilts me to the side and slaps me across my ass. “I fucking hate you.”
Pain spreads around my flesh like a disease, and I want to stroke my delicate flesh. I pull on the restraints, but it’s no use. I wield the only weapon I know I have: my words.
“Likewise. You’re trash, Aiden. Always will be.”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, immediately, I regret them. Villainous brings out the evil side of me. The one where I say things to hit below the belt. He makes me use his weakness against him.
He’s quiet, staring into my eyes, and pain flashes across them.
Guilt makes its way to my gut. I’ve never seen him hurt.
He slices the knife into my skin again and again, not cutting deep enough to bleed like crazy but enough to make it feel painful. He sticks his finger in my wound, then licks the blood from it, moaning out loud.
“You know what blood does to me,” he murmurs against my forehead.
He lifts my legs and buries his mouth on my clit, making my legs jerk. His warm tongue feels incredible, and my orgasm builds. He’s gifted with knowing how to use his tongue. My moans bounce off the walls.
“Aiden. Your tongue feels so good.” My tone is low, but he keeps licking me like I’m his favorite dessert. He lifts his head, and his lips glisten with my juices. He darts out his tongue, licking my arousal, and desire blossoms in the pit of my stomach.
That.
Was.
So.
Hot.
My core aches with need, and my body begs for a release.
“What was that? I’m horrible in bed? Sounds like you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Fuck you,” I spit and move my hips up and down, putting my core in his face so he can finish the job. His mouth clamps onto my clit, and I lean my head back as my mouth forms the shape of an O. I’m on the verge of coming, and then he pulls away and licks his lips again, which sends me into overdrive.
“You’re not going to finish me?” I shriek.
My legs quiver, and my clit aches and pulses.
“It’s part one of your punishments.” He grins, using his elbows to push himself off the bed.
I try to grab for him, but the restraints dig into my flesh, burning.
“You’re denying me a fucking orgasm?”
He ignores me. I will give my left arm for him to finish the job. He should use this opportunity to get whatever information out of me while he still can because if he doesn’t, then it’ll be too late.
“Are you fucking serious right now?”
Smirking, he leans down and places his mouth on my clit again, using his God-given tongue. He works my clit slowly, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He continues to lick me, and I sigh and feel my orgasm building up again. I throw my head back, and he stops, rubbing his nose against my clit, then kissing my inner thigh.
“Keep going, please,” I beg. Look at me, begging my nightmare to fuck me senseless like a blow-up doll.
“Tell me why you left, little dove, and I’ll make you come right now,” he says with hope in his eyes.
“I can’t,” I tell him.
