Page 15 of The Villain's Beloved (The Villain's Duet 2)

“Lick it.”

I didn’t move.

Playing.

He yanked my hair, causing my scalp to burn. “I said lick my motherfucking cock.”

I wanted to defy him, keep on fighting him until the beast broke free, but I craved his taste too much. While I looked up at him, meeting his dark gaze with my own, I opened my mouth. He bit his lower lip when my tongue touched the tip of his dick, licking leisurely circles around it. The naïve little masochist that I was tried to savor it, tried to play with the beast. But I should have known better. I should have known that my sexual prowess was no match for his mastery.

With a snarl, he thrust his hips and plunged his cock into my mouth, forcing me to take every inch of him, giving me no time to open my throat or hollow my cheeks to accommodate him. I gagged, but he only tightened his grip in my hair more—pushing deeper, harder, mercilessly pumping his length in and out of my mouth.

My eyes teared up, and spit dripped down my chin as I struggled to take him. His taste exploded on my tongue and consumed my tastebuds, and a half-cry, half-moan slipped up the back of my throat.

“See, now that’s what a captive’s face is supposed to look like when her mouth is stuffed with cock.” He wiped at a tear with his thumb before placing it in his mouth. “Tasting a person’s tears is as close as you’ll come to consuming their soul.”

The words ‘fuck you’ got lodged in my throat as he pushed my head forward, flexing his hips, filling my mouth with his length. I gagged again, and this time my back arched with the reflex.

“You need to slack your jaw, princess. Or you’ll be choking on your vomit instead of my dick.”

While I tried to open my mouth wide enough, slipping my tongue around the ridges of his girth, my thighs trembled as my pussy throbbed.

“God, your mouth is like velvet around my dick. But as good as it feels, it doesn’t come close to having your pussy clench my cock.”

I moaned, and he grabbed the base of his length, pumping it in his palm as he fucked my mouth. It was a vile act of dominance, the way he forced and controlled me. But there was no denying how fiercely my body burned for it. How it hungered for more.

More pain. More dominance. More of Elijah’s wicked kink and sordid lust.

“You want security, do you, my little cellist?”

I glanced up at him, barely able to breathe as I sucked him between my lips, my panties wet and slick with jaded lust.

“You want me to mark you as mine?”

Yes. Yes, I did. I wanted to be his. I wanted to know that even when his debt was repaid, he’d still want me. He’d still own me. I never wanted another man’s touch ever again. Only his. Always, only his.

I nodded and licked around his swollen length when he pulled at my hair, yanking my head back. His cock slipped from my mouth with a pop, and he groaned as he sucked air through his teeth, shooting his cum on my face, the warm liquid sticking to my cheek and chin.

It was degrading. Humiliating. But he did what I wanted him to do. He marked me, and by doing so, he made me feel more alive than I ever had. My body, my mind, my soul, everything was set alight by this man, even if everything about him, about us, was distorted and twisted. Deep inside, if I had to be honest with myself…

I wouldn’t want it any other way.

5

The twisted sonof a bitch in me had always fantasized of seeing her on her knees, vulnerable and entirely at my mercy. I’d wanted to play this little game with her ever since I dragged my finger through her slick pussy for the first time. But I wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle it. There was a fine line between a man’s hunger for carnal lust with a woman he cared for and a serpent’s appetite for fucked up fuckery with every pussy he can get his dirty hands on. I wasn’t sure if she’d be able to distinguish between the two when it came to me. Knowing what I felt for her, believing it while I opened the gates of my depraved desires.

And, Jesus Christ, did she exceed all my expectations. I took a huge motherfucking risk by playing this game—but she played it just as hard, and I fucking loved it.

I let go of my cock, now limp and wet from her spit. I touched her chin, wiping my cum along her lower lip with my thumb. “How do I taste?”

Her eyes were red, but her irises bright with ecstasy as she licked her lips, tasting me on her tongue. “Good,” she whispered, her hair a tangled mess around her face.

I helped her to her feet, her hands still tied behind her back. I took the hem of her shirt between my fingers and lifted it, wiping her face clean of my cum. I’d be the world’s biggest fucking liar if I said I didn’t like seeing my jizz staining her pretty face.

Her cheeks had a healthy pink glow, her lips glistening with temptation. Her body was quivering, and I could smell her arousal, sense her need to come. And even though I still felt the aftermath of my orgasm lingering in my balls, I was far from done with her.

The fabric of her shirt required no effort to be torn down the middle, exposing the flawless skin of her stomach and enticing swell of her breasts.

The torn material pooled around her feet, and I swirled a fingertip around her pebbled nipple. “God, I love your tits.”

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