Page 36 of Once A Villain

She leans into my ear and moans.

“Yes, please.”

I yank her up, dragging her out of the auditorium. She fights to free herself, but my grip only tightens. Her defiance infuriates me, and she’s about to pay for it. I spot an empty corridor and slam her against the wall, pinning her wrists above her head.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I snarl.

For a fleeting moment, I see genuine fear in her eyes before it’s replaced with that fucking fake seduction. “Punish me,” she moans, taunting me.

My jaw clenches. Her ability to get under my skin is almost impressive.

“Stop it. Now.”

“Axe,” she moans again. “Please. Punish me.”

My dick reacts against my will, and I curse myself for it. The way she’s playing me—trying to manipulate me—makes my blood boil. I want her. I will have her. But not like this. Not because she’s trying to control me.

I drag her to the restroom to my right, shoving her inside and slamming the door shut behind us. With no patience left, I shove her hard against the wall again.

“Stop playing games with me,” I growl.

Her defiant glare meets mine, but there’s a flicker of fear beneath the surface. I grip her throat, my fingers digging into her skin, feeling her pulse race under my touch. Her breath comes in quick, shallow gasps.

“Do you know what happens when you piss me off?” I ask, my anger barely contained. She’s trying to act brave, but the fear in her eyes betrays her.

“Yes,” she chokes out.

“Don’t fuck with me, Rory,” I warn, my grip tightening. “I’m not some weak-fuck who falls for a pretty face. You will not manipulate me.”

“Or what? Are you going to throw me in the basement again?” She laughs mockingly. “Oh no, whatever will I do?”

“Watch it.”

“Or what, Axe?” she taunts.

My patience snaps. It’s time I teach her she’s not in charge here. I’m the one in control.

“You need to learn a lesson, little siren,” I growl, tightening my grip further. “I take what I want, and I’m done with the games.” I press my body against hers, feeling her tense. Despite her efforts to hide it, I can feel her body tremble against mine.

I press my erection against her, and her breath hitches. I lift her shirt and run my fingers across her stomach, tracing her abs. Her skin is soft, and her muscles twitch under my touch.

All her defiance, the insults, the threats, her fucking attitude—it all ends now.

Her body betrays her, and I relish the sight. “I can feel your heart racing,” I taunt.

“I hate you. Let me go.”

She shoves against my chest, but I don’t budge. I will make her submit. I will make her come.

I trail my hand lower and slowly unzip her pants.

“Get the fuck off me.”

I take my time, savoring every moment. Tracing my fingers along her waistband, I slip them into her panties.

“Stop!” she yells, squirming beneath my touch. She gasps as my fingers gently trace her mound, sliding further until I find her wetness.She’s soaked.

“Your pussy says something different,” I breathe. “You’re so fucking wet.”

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