Page 30 of Once A Villain

Both nights, she woke me up with piercing screams echoing through the house. It took me a moment to realize she was still asleep the first time it happened. The scream was on my security monitor, and it was her, sleeping in bed, the nightmare playing out. Last night was the same. The same harrowing scream. The same look of terror twisting her face. ScreamingMommyat the top of her lungs repeatedly. I almost went in—almost. But I stayed in my room, watching through the monitor. Eventually, she settled, the nightmare passing.

Daylight hasn’t been any different. I’ve watched her through the cameras, her movements slow—if she even moves at all. A brief trip to the bathroom. Back to bed. Ignoring her calls and messages has become routine—it’s almost laughable. She’ll have to come out eventually.

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the night I made her come with the knife. How fucking tight and wet she was. The sounds she made and the way her body trembled. The image is burned into my brain, making me crazy—obsessed. No amount of jerking off is taking the edge off. It’s fucking pathetic.

I slide my hand down my torso and wrap my rock-hard shaft. Images of her writhing under me flash through my mind, her moans echoing in my head. I stroke myself, my hand pumping up and down, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through me.

The image of her on her knees, her mouth wrapped around my cock, flashes through my mind. I groan and fist my hand in her hair, her blue eyes wide. I slam into her throat, and she gags, tears streaming down her face.

“You like that, little siren?”

She moans, nodding her head. I pull out and thrust into her again, my cock hitting the back of her throat. She sucks and licks, taking me deeper and deeper. My hand strokes faster and faster.

“Oh, fuck,” I grunt, leaning against the tile, the pressure building inside me.

She’s sucking me hard, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock. Drool drips down her chin, and her cheeks are hollowed.

“Take my cock like a good girl.” My grip on her hair tightens as I fuck her mouth, my cock slamming in and out of her.

I’m so close; my breathing ragged.

“Fuck,” I grunt, and my balls tighten, the heat coiling inside me.

Cum spurts into the air, dripping down the shower wall. The orgasm is intense, pleasure radiating through me in waves. I pump myself, milking every drop of cum from my throbbing cock.

I turn the water off and step out, grabbing a towel. I wipe the condensation off the mirror and stare at myself.

I should just fuck her—get it out of my system. Rip her apart and be done. But a taste won’t be enough. I want all of her. Every inch. Every breath. Her body, her surrender—her fucking soul.

Then I’ll break her.

Three days.

I haven’t moved from this bed.

My stomach is empty, my throat dry, and my head throbbing.

My nieces have a ballet recital today. I promised them I’d be there. My phone’s blowing up with texts and Spencer’s missed calls, but I’m ignoring it all.

The constant buzz is driving me up the wall.

Everyone else’s lives are moving on, and mine’s come to a screeching halt.

Trapped. Stuck. A prisoner in my own nightmare.

Sure, this room is enormous and the bed’s soft and plush, but it’s not mine. It’s not the home I busted my ass for or the life I’ve been fighting to build.

This house feels foreign, the furniture unfamiliar, and the silence suffocating. I’ve never felt so hopeless and helpless. Not since the day my mom died. Now, I’m stuck in a loop of nightmares, unable to sleep, eat, or do a damn thing.

I hate this feeling. I hate being trapped.

The curtains are drawn, but the sun’s sneaking through, and it’s stabbing my eyes with its brightness. Kane’s curled up at the foot of the bed, his big head resting on his paws.

He’s the only thing that feels real right now. When I heard him whining and scratching at the door the first night, I let him in. Now, he’s my nightly buddy.

I need to get out of this hellhole. I’m not some pathetic victim.

With a determined shove, I drag myself out of bed and shuffle to the shower. The heat feels good, soothing away some of the stiffness.

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