Page 14 of The Villain's Beloved (The Villain's Duet 2)

“Exactly what I said. I’m going to show you how a psychopath fucks his captive.”

He carried me into my room, slamming the door closed behind us with his foot.

“Elijah, don’t.”

“Now would be a good time for you to close that mouth of yours.” He dropped me on the bed, but before I had a chance to move, his fingers tore through his shirt, buttons bouncing on the floor around us. “Unless you want to taste my cock on your tongue.”

Somewhere really far back in my mind, I knew his words were meant to intimidate, to scare me into submission. But this twisted side in me loved every dirty word he spoke. And the sight of him, his firm abs, and the delicate music notes inked onto his skin—it took my breath away. It did every time we were together, and all I wanted to do was trace my fingertips around his chest, feeling his velvet skin against my palm as I laid it over his heart. Even now, while he towered over me like a threatening storm, I still wanted him. My body still craved him. My thighs were already burning with the anticipation of feeling him between my legs—feel him move as he pumped in and out of me. But there was something different in his eyes tonight—as if a starved beast was looking down at me, bloodlust oozing from his gaze.

He stepped up, cupping my chin in his palm as he forced me to look up at him. His touch was tender, his finger gently brushing across my bottom lip. It was a moment that warmed my heart…until he wrapped his fingers around my throat, tightening. I clasped both hands around his wrist, gasping for air. “Elijah…”

“You’re a beautiful woman, Charlotte. The kind of beauty men like me would kill to protect and keep.” He forced me to my feet, still squeezing the air from my lungs. “But insecurities can spoil that beauty. Turn it rancid.” He pulled me closer, his lips brushing against mine, causing me to crave his taste. “It’s pathetic. Unbecoming.”

My cheeks burned as embarrassment rushed to the surface. Finally, his grip loosened enough for me to be able to speak. “Under normal circumstances, any woman needs security when it comes to a man. And, given how fucked up our situation is, I think me having some insecurities is understandable.”

“Don’t fool yourself, my little cellist. It’s the fucked-up part in our situation that you crave the most.”

“You don’t know me.”

He leaned forward, and I closed my eyes as he dragged his tongue up the side of my face. Warm. Wet. Wicked. “I told you this before. No one knows you as well as I do. And after our few weeks together, I know you…inside…and out.”

“So you think.”

A grin settled on his face, his lips glistening. “On your knees.”

“Excuse me?”

His hand enclosed around my throat, choking me, allowing me no air to breathe. “On your. Fucking knees.”

With my palms around his wrist, Elijah forced me to the ground. It was there in his face when I glanced up at him in panic. The darkness. The wicked intent. His need to dominate absolute.

The wooden floors were hard beneath my knees, my lungs burning and body screaming to take a breath. Sweat beaded down my back, and pressure throbbed behind my eyes.

“I’m going to loosen my grip now. If you scramble away, try to run, I will tie you down and fuck your mouth so hard you’ll gag and choke while I shoot my cum down your fucking throat. Understood?”

There it was. The heat. The need. The undeniable desire to be owned. It consumed me, burned inside my belly while my pussy ached. It was sick and twisted—a black hole that fed on the depravity that pulsed between Elijah and me. I hated it. But I loved it. I despised it yet craved it like my next breath.

The moment his hand left my throat, I gasped for air, the oxygen burning my lungs. I touched my neck, the sting of his grip still lingering on my skin. “Why are you hurting me?”

“Isn’t that what a psychopath does to his captive? Hurt her. Use her. Fuck her.”

The sound of him unbuckling his belt caused me to quiver, not knowing what to expect from him. Not while he was like this—consumed. Possessed. Unpredictable.

Exhilarating.

Like a prowling predator, he moved in behind me, taking both my hands in his. I gasped when I felt the bite of leather on my skin as he fastened his belt around my wrists. My instinct to fight fused with adrenaline, but there was something more potent that burned in my belly—something wicked and tainted. Something that had me wanting everything he had to offer. Thrilling pain and aching pleasure.

Dark eyes gazed down at me as he stepped back in front of me and unzipped his pants, licking his lips as he slipped his hands inside, pulling out his cock. It was impossibly hard, his fingers wrapping around the thick girth, and all I could think about was how it felt to have him inside me—how exquisite it was to feel him move in and out of me while my pussy was slick with need.

He pumped his length once, stroking across the tip of his cock. A part of me feared the man in front of me, yet another part lusted for him. Admired him while I knelt on the floor, forced to look up at him, his naked body contoured and defined to perfection.

“There is something about a woman on her knees that just seems so fucking right.”

He grabbed my hair, yanked my head back and brought his cock an inch from my mouth. I could smell sex on him, the exhilarating anticipation of fucking and savagery. Every thought inside my head tried to convince me that I should hate this. That I should be appalled by the unforgiving way he treated me. But I didn’t. It was quite the opposite—my body humming with adrenaline and lust, my senses heightened as I craved more.

“I’m not your captive.” I tried to sound horrified, scared when, in fact, I was exhilarated. As much as he wanted to hunt, I wanted to be hunted. I wanted to be the prey…his prey.

His lips curved in a wicked grin as if he knew. He thrust his hip, the tip of his cock brushing against my lips. Fire erupted in my belly, my body electrified with the energy that crackled between us.

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