Page 12 of Villainous
He shrugs, pushing himself off the bed, and unzips his pants, yanking them down along with his boxers. His dick is erect and veiny, and precum sits on the tip of the head.My mouth waters at the sight. Normally, I think dicks are ugly, but not Villainous’s. I always thought of his as beautiful.
“Your job is to please me and make me come, not the other way around. Getting an orgasm is a reward,” he snaps, but his tone is husky.
I lace my fingers together and position them in a prayer. “I’m begging you, please, make me come.”
“I said no. What was all the bullshit about me unable to fuck right?”
I snap my mouth shut.
“I can’t hear you. Can I buy a vowel?”
I don’t reply as anger builds inside my chest like a hurricane.
“So, you have no vowels to buy. Funny, earlier your ass was singing like a canary.”
Grinning, he strokes his huge-ass dick a few times, and I swallow loudly, knowing he won. I gave him exactly what he wanted. My fear. My soul. He removes the restraints from my hands, and I sigh in relief. He flips me over and pins me down on my stomach, and then he thrusts inside of me hard. My cervix hurts, and tears wet my eyes as they fall down, and I wail in pain.
“Please, stop. You’re hurting me! Asshole,” I scream at the top of my lungs.
“That’s the sound I love to hear. Maybe next time you’ll think before you speak and won’t sass me.”
“You’re a goddamn loose cannon, and you irritate every cell in my body!”
“You’re not a walk in the park either, little dove.”
He yanks my hair so hard that my scalp stings, and he smacks my ass as he keeps punishing me with him thrusting inside me.
My tears keep falling hard and fast.
“Suck in those tears and take this dick like a good girl, or I’ll make it more painful.”
Usually, I get off on his pain—it would make me come instantly—but not tonight. His dick doesn’t even feel pleasurable. The only thing I hear is the sound of his skin slapping against mine and the screams strangling my throat. I hope he gets this shit over with. He does one last thrust and comes inside of me.
Humiliation burns inside of me. The son of a bitch is going to pay for how he treats me. My core aches and throbs.
He flips me over, and his beet-red face is blank as he yanks his pants up over his hips and zips it up. Sweat blankets his forehead. I glare down at the wounds he inflicted on my torso. They don’t appear as bad as I thought they were, and luckily, I won’t need any stitches or aftercare; they’re just scratches.
He yanks me by the arm and ushers me to the bathroom. “Clean your-fucking-self up.” He grips me by the neck, digging his nails into my skin. “If I catch you touching yourself, I’ll cut all your fingers off. This pussy is mine to play with, not yours. Do I make myself clear?”
I nod slightly.
His gaze clings to my body like sticky glue before he leaves the bathroom.
I can’t do this shit anymore. I can’t keep going through this shit with him. I can’t keep living like this. Taking deep breaths, I twist the knob on the faucet and step onto the warm tiles. I scream and I scream until my throat hurts, and then I slide down onto the marble bench, staying under the warm water until it turns cold.
Villainous
Irest my head and place both palms on the smooth door and listen to little dove scream at the top of her lungs. Searing pain boils in my blood, and it keeps growing inside of me. Her words burned me like flesh melting in the oven and took me back to a time I work hard to not remember. My parents used to belittle me and call me names. Especially Polina. When I denied to fuck her, when I started dating Maya, she took it out on me in other ways, by getting Draco to beat me to damn near death. How can a mother think it’s okay to sexually abuse their children? The bitch tried to convince me that my relationship with Maya wasn’t going to last and she was going to leave me. I hated that my mother was right, and I hated she used me for sex because Draco couldn’t get it up. She made me do things to her that I don’t want to remember. Which is why I cut the brake line on her car. Devious was willing to let her get away with what she did, but I wasn’t. I remember my excitement of seeing Polina’s face popping on CNN news about the accident. And I never told a single soul I killed my mother.
Maya and I push each other’s buttons. It’s always been our thing, but she pushed me too far. This little dove has always known what made me tick.
I shouldn’t still be in love with the woman who ruined my life. The woman who I’ve loved since I was seventeen years old. I have a sick obsession with her. She has another thing coming if she thinks I’m going to spare her for leaving me and treat her any different than I did my other pets. If she thinks she can use the way I feel about her against me, she’s dumb as a bag of rocks. She knows me well enough to know I don’t give out second chances.
I should stay away from her because sometimes my feelings for her get the best of me. But I’m on a mission to figure out why she left me. I need to know, and I refuse to believe she left me because of me. Maya is the only woman I’ll ever love, so I might as well enjoy her until I get tired of her shit. I’m trying not to allow my feelings to get involved and keep reminding myself to stick to the plan. I’m going to move up her death date so I can get over her quickly.
Maya
This dull, aching residue in my chest never seems to go away. Anger brims in my blood. I hate Villainous with every fiber in my body. I swear he’s the reincarnation of the devil. Pain grows on my torso from the pain of the cuts. It’s his way of branding me, instilling in my head I belong to him. I hope he drops dead. I hope he chokes on his own spit.
