Page 54 of The Villain's Captive (The Villain's Duet 1)

“I don’t see why that matters,” I panted.

“It matters because that will be the deciding factor here.”

“Deciding factor for what?”

Our gazes latched, his eyes hooded with dark intent. “Whether I’m going to fuck you or not.”

My sex throbbed, my body wound up tight with a band of desire that demanded release. He affected me so easily, without even fucking trying. It was like my body already knew him, wanting him no matter what.

He stepped closer, slipping his hard thigh between my legs, pressing it against my highly sensitive flesh, and I had to stop myself from moving my hips with the overwhelming need to ride his thigh until my body snapped in half with the pleasure it craved.

“Elijah.”

He wrapped both arms around me, winding us tightly together, pushing his hard body against mine, forcing his thigh deeper between my leg, providing the friction I needed.

“Well, have you?” He demanded an answer, and I craned my neck, leaning my head back, moving my hips lightly in an attempt to find the tiniest bit of relief from the pressure.

“I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re asking.”

I trembled as his lips brushed down my naked throat. “That leads me to my next question, then.” His hands slid down to my ass, cupping and pulling as if close just wasn’t close enough. “Who do I have to kill?

He thrust against me, and I moaned with parted lips. There was so much heat, so many unwanted desires that swirled inside me like a whirlpool about to suck me in and drown me.

“The thought of another man being inside you drives me to the edge of madness. I can’t let him live, allow him to walk this Earth after he’s tasted what’s mine.”

“I wasn’t yours then,” I countered.

“Don’t fool yourself, Charlotte. You’ve always been mine, even when you didn’t know it yourself.” He yanked me up and forced my legs around his waist, carrying me down the hall. With every step, desire grew more potent, and I couldn’t stop myself from latching on to him, kissing him, my tongue dueling with his as we greedily tried to ravish one another.

My feet hit the floor as he slammed the bedroom door shut behind us, but his mouth never once left mine—our lips refusing to part, drugged with a taste of ecstasy.

It was foolishness. Reckless. And my rational side begged me to be strong enough to fight it. To fight him. But his touch, his kiss, how his presence owned me every time he came close—it had me hypnotized and bound, unable to stop falling into the darkness with him.

He inched back, tearing his lips from mine, leaving me panting as he wrapped an arm around my waist, twisting me around before yanking me closer, my back flush against his chest. He rolled his hips, allowing me to feel his hard cock against the hollow of my back. “I’m a lot of things, Charlotte. Gentle isn’t one of them.”

I brought a hand up to my neck, reminded of what it felt like to have his fingers tighten around my throat. “Will you hurt me again?”

His lips brushed along my naked shoulder, his fingers sliding the torn pantsuit down until it pooled around my feet in a tattered mess. “If by hurt you mean fucked raw until my name is engraved on every bone in your body, then yes.” His hands trickled down my naked arms, my body trembling against his. “You have no idea what kind of torture it was for me watching you from the shadows, desiring you, wondering if you’d still smell like delicate jasmine the morning after I came inside that sweet cunt of yours.” He nipped at my earlobe, earning a soft moan from my lips. “But I wasn’t allowed to touch, to taste, to sample you…my beautiful little cellist.” His hand dipped down, slipping between my thighs. “Every day was a constant war, knowing what needed to be done but wanting to do something different.”

“What did you want to do?” I whispered, sounding out of breath as I panted.

“This.” He dragged a finger through my slit, and I moaned, my eyes closing. “And this.” He dipped low, slipping a finger inside me so easily as my body welcomed the intrusion. “I want to hear your moan when you feel my cock inside you for the first time, see how your lips form the perfect fucking O when your pleasure crests around my dick, your walls milking me for every last ounce of pleasure.”

His lips brushed along the naked skin of my shoulder, peppering kisses across my flesh until he reached my ear. “Get on the bed, Charlotte. On your back, and spread those legs for me.”

“We can’t do this, Elijah.” A sliver of inhibition cracked through the haze.

“Do you want to do this?” His other hand snaked around my side, palm cupping my breast as he rolled my nipples between his expert fingers, sending a shockwave down my body—his touch electrifying me. I relished his touch, yet hated how my thighs clenched—hated how easily I succumbed.

“I asked you a question. And do not play games with me right now. If you do not answer me, I will take it as a yes and be inside you before you have a chance to stop me.”

“I wouldn’t be able to stop you even if I tried.”

I felt him smile against the skin at the nape of my neck. “You’re a fast learner.”

“Apparently, I’m also a masochist.”

“Why?” His finger slipped from inside me, tracing along my wet folds. “Simply because you desire to be fucked by me? Used?” Abruptly, his finger and hands were gone as he turned me around, inching forward while forcing me back, unbuttoning his shirt. “Because you want my name to be a prayer on your lips while you come with my face between your legs?”

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