Page 25 of Villainous
I loosen my tie from around my neck. “Hold out your hand.”
“No. I’m not going to fuck you near a dead body. The least you can do is take me upstairs.”
I stroke my knuckles against her soft cheek. “Oh, my little dove. You don’t have a choice.”
Maya
Istare at the man who keeps ripping out my heart, then stare back at the corpse. Rage spills out of me like a bucket overflowing with water. The way Benny’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he took his last breath makes vomit rise in the back of my throat and nausea overtake me. I can’t believe I took his life. In front of Villainous. He’s always trying to mold me into something I’m not. He thinks I’m like him, and he’s wrong. I’ve never been like him and never will.
He slowly removes my bra and tosses it to the concrete floor. My heart beats against my rib cage, wanting to get free.
He puts his mouth on my nipple, and his tongue circles around me. I let out a loud moan, and then he places the other nipple in his mouth and repeats the same motion. Despite where we are, my clit pulses and aches. I need a release soon.
I forgot how horny he gets after he kills. Hot tears fall from my cheeks as my eyes wander down to his crotch, his dick pressed against the front of his pants.
I’m so angry at him.
I’m so angry he brings out the devil side in me.
I’m so angry my body aches with need for him.
I’m so angry that even though he made me complete a forbidden act, I still love him.
I’m not going to lie to myself and say I wasn’t thrilled he killed Falcon, because he had it coming to him.
Villainous kisses my belly and all the way down to my shaved pussy.
“You look so beautiful. You want me to make you come, my little dove?” he asks, dropping to his knees and rubbing his nose against my thigh.
Right now, I need him like a starving man.
“Yes,” I answer, my tone low.
His wet tongue makes circles around my clit, teasing me, and my head falls back.
I hate this man with every fiber in my body. I want him to burn in hell for the way he treats me, and yet, I want to ride his tongue like a surfboard.If I had known love causes pain, then I would have avoided it altogether, and I wouldn’t have agreed to be with him in the first place.
He places my legs over his shoulders, shaking his head as he sucks on my clit greedily. I try to hold my breath and not come, and I think of other things, but I grind my pussy.
“Oh God,” I yell.
He removes his mouth from me, glancing up at me with intensity in his pupils, and my body whimpers for more.
“God is not my name.” He places his mouth back on me and continues to suck on my clit.
My body feels electrocuted as I come, and I feel it from the top of my head and all the way down to my head.
He stands up, and he turns me around to face the hard wall. I hear the sound of his zipper sliding down, and my heart beats frantically. I ache for him, my clit pulsing again.
He stands behind me and grabs my hips as he thrusts inside of me hard.
“You’re hurting me, Villainous.”
He doesn’t respond as he keeps fucking me.
His thrusts are like him, painful, aggressive, and angry. He digs his nails into my hips, and the only thing you can hear is the slap of our skin and his name leaving my mouth.
He feels so good, and it brings me back to a time when we were in high school and there wasn’t any anger toward each other, two horny teenagers just happy and in love. I want to live in this moment forever. I want to be able to breathe again around him without wanting to strangle him every second.
