Page 132 of The Heart of a Villain

She chose me and I shall cherish this knowledge for the rest of my life, a woman who knows your deepest secrets and somehow loves you.

Aileen is my reward for the shitty existence and all the challenges destiny has thrown my way and no one can convince me otherwise.

Simply put, villains such as me don’t get gifts like her unless they’ve done something really good or suffered enough.

I push us toward the bed, but she stays unmovable and I hiss into her when her nails dig into my chest. “No,” she whispers against my lips and steps back a little, the mischievous glint back in her eyes. “I want to play.” She dives her hot palm inside my pants, letting my dick spring free. She wraps her hand around my length, earning herself a groan from me. “I love your taste.” She strokes my dick, brushing the head with her thumb, and lifts it to her mouth, licking off my pre-cum from her skin, and my hold on her hair tightens, the lust consuming me and rocking through me, urging me to do what I wish the most.

Fuck her hard, fast, and deep.

“Aileen,” I warn her, my voice dropping and letting her know that the control she so wished comes at the price that’s my madness because I’m not sure how long I can withstand her torture. “You’re mine.”

She smiles, her hand going back to my dick and stroking up and down, up and down, each caress driving me insane while our breathing fills the air. “I want you in my mouth, Rush.” She bites on her lower lip. “Just like back at the castle.”

For a second, I don’t hear anything besides the fucking ringing in my ears from her request. Then my hand slides to her neck, “All yours, baby.”

She gasps at the contact, her thighs rubbing together at the display of my dominance, and in this moment I understand what she truly needs.

Access to my body to do whatever she wishes, but with my dominance and power over her because the princess gets off on my possessiveness as much as I do.

Stepping back from her, I almost grin at the complete confusion on her face and go to the bed, sitting on the edge of it and making room between my legs for her.

She is a sight to behold, my true beauty who fell for the horrible beast.

“Rush, I’m burning,” she says, her hand palming her breasts, her nipples pushing through the fabric and making me hungry to lick them up, knowing how much she loves it. Her hands drift to her abdomen and lower, the heel of her palm settling on her pussy. “I need you.”

“Do you?”

She nods, and I groan inwardly at the wet spot on the lace and crook my finger at her.

“Come here, baby. Show me what I taught you.”

She moans at the command and I expect her to sounder to me, but the little vixen drops to her knees, pushing her ass up, and instead chooses to crawl, testing the boundaries of my control the closer she comes to me. “I love your body,” she tells me as she reaches me, gripping my thighs and lifting herself up a little so that our mouths meet for a passionate, yet short kiss. “You must be the most handsome villain on this earth.” She bites on my six-pack, her teeth grazing over the muscles, and I hiss at the sting. “You belong to me, Rush.” The words leave little room for argument and I grip her hair again, pushing it back so I can look at her.

“No one but you, baby. Always.” Then I tighten my hold on her and ask although it sounds more like a call to action, “How does a woman stake her claim, baby?”

She cups my dick, her hot breath fanning on my flesh, and it’s a wonder I don’t come from her breath alone and I jerk when she licks the tip, sucking on it with a loud pop before trailing her tongue over my length up and down, pulling a groan out of me.

Scorching heat rushes through my system, enveloping me while she continues her journey, her fingers playing with my balls as she licks me. I groan when she squeezes the base of my dick, twisting her hand back and forth right before opening her mouth wide and taking me in.

She manages to get it as deep as she can, sucking and licking my skin while creating a rhythm with her hand and mouth, driving me insane and bringing me to the edge while desire ignites my blood, screaming for release and yet release is the last thing I want now.

Because her mouth is heaven and I will fucking enjoy it as much as I can.

She glides her mouth back up, agonizingly slowly, over the sensitive flesh and then suckles on the tip, drinking more pre-cum, humming at the taste, and I can’t take it anymore.

I angle her head back a little bit and she opens her mouth wider, greeting my length pushing deeper into her and moans, the vibration making me pull at her hair so hard her eyes water. I resist the urge to thrust into her, to use the wet heat surrounding me for my own pleasure, and instead let her stake her claim, although it has no point.

I’ve been hers all along.

Her hot palm skims up and down while I jerk my hips forward a bit, dwelling deeper, and then push back as she licks me and my dick springs free from her, her lips red while her need screams from every pore of her body.

“Rush.” My name on her lips is the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard. “I need,” she says just as her other hand settles on her pussy.

“Is your pussy wet from sucking my dick, baby?” She nods and I order, “Show me.”

She moves her panties to the side as her fingers slip in and she glides them through her folds. “Feed them to me, baby. Let me taste your desire for me.”

The air hisses in her throat. She pauses for a second, a red flush marring her cheek because my princess is still so innocent.

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