Page 37 of Once A Villain

“Go to hell! Stop, now!”

“All those games, all that fake bullshit. It doesn’t matter. Because your body knows the truth.” I circle her clit. “It knows what you want. What you need.” Her eyes close, and her breath hitches. I lean into her ear. “Say it.”

“No,” she whispers, shaking her head. She tries to close her legs, but my knee is pressed between her thighs.

“Where’s your little show, Rory?” I say, my fingers never stopping. “I thought you wanted this. That you were trying to seduce me.”

She bites her lip, trying to stifle her moan.

“Stop,” she whispers. “Please.”

I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear, my breath hot on her skin.

“Tell me, Rory, who is in control? Me. Or you?” I push my finger inside her.

“Fuck,” she cries out. Her pussy clenches as I slowly thrust my finger. She’s fighting it, trying not to give in.

“Let me go,” she pleads, her voice trembling. Her anger and resistance are weakening.

“No,” I grunt. “Not until you come for me.” My fingers continue their slow assault, teasing her, bringing her closer to the edge. She tries to push me away, but it’s half-hearted.

“Don’t do this. Please, stop.” My fingers push deeper inside her, adding another, her tightness stretching to accommodate the intrusion. Her hips buck involuntarily, and her breathing becomes erratic.

She’s on the edge, and I want her to fall over.

“Look at me, Rory,” I command.

Her eyes open. “Don’t,” she pleads.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t...please...” her voice trails off, and she moans, her head falling back.

“You’re so wet. Your pussy is begging for it. Begging for me.” She keeps her mouth shut and tightly closes her eyes. As if not watching me will erase the reality of what’s happening.

I increase my pace, thrusting harder and faster. Her juices drip down my fingers, and her scent fills the air. Her body quivers, and her breaths turn to pants.

“Tell me, little siren. Who’s in control?” I roughly shove a third finger inside her.

“Stop,” she cries out hoarsely.

“No. I’m going to make you come.”

“I won’t.”

“You will. Your body wants it. Needs it. You can’t deny it.” She tries to close her legs, her muscles straining. “The man you hate is going to make you come. And you can’t stop it.” Her eyes are wild, and her cheeks flush. “Who’s in control?” My fingers plunge deeper inside her, and she cries out.

“Fuck! Stop!” I move faster, deeper, harder.

“Say it, little siren,” I command. “Say who’s in control.”

“I can’t...I can’t...”

“Yes, you can.”

Tears stream down her cheeks, and she bites her lip, trying to suppress her cries. “No...” Continuing to fight against her orgasm, she shakes uncontrollably. “Axel,” she reluctantly moans.

Hearing my name on her lips sends a wave of satisfaction through me. I’ll have her screaming it soon enough.

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