Page 42 of Once A Villain

“Yes.” He tightens his belt further.

The world fades, darkness closing in as my fight slips away.

I’m so tired, so weak.

His eyes are nothing but dark voids, the brown replaced with black—the devil’s eyes.

My fingers claw at the belt cutting into my throat.

“Stop fighting,” he commands, his voice sharp and unforgiving. “Make it worse, and you’ll regret it.”

My mind races, convinced he’s going to kill me. Just when I think I’m about to lose consciousness, he loosens it, allowing a rush of oxygen to fill my lungs. The relief is so intense it’s almost painful.

“Fuck,” I wheeze, but the belt is still too tight.

“Look at me,” he demands, and despite everything, my tear-filled eyes snap up to meet his.

The sound of his zipper sends a chill down my spine, and when his cock springs free, a cold dread seeps into my bones. His hand moves slowly, as he strokes himself, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Open your mouth.”

I shake my head, and he tightens the belt, further darkening my vision. “Do as I say.”

My lips part involuntarily as I gasp, and he shoves his cock between them, thrusting into my mouth. The head hits the back of my throat, and I gag, my mouth stretched painfully wide around his hard length.

He pulls back, only to slam forward again, forcing himself deeper.

“Don’t get any fucking ideas.” He fists my hair, keeping my head in place.

The other hand grips the belt, choking off my air once more. The thought of biting him flits through my mind, but I’m too weak to act on it.

His hips keep moving, each thrust pushing his cock deeper, hitting the back of my throat repeatedly. He lets out a low, satisfied moan. “Take it, little siren,” he groans, as if this is all I’m good for.

A whore. Worthless.

Tears blur my vision as I struggle to swallow around his cock. I’m so focused on not choking that I almost miss the feel of his fingers invading my pussy. He plunges them inside me without warning, forcing a muffled gasp from my mouth.

“That’s right,” he rasps, his eyes burning into mine with twisted satisfaction. “Take it. Take it all.”

His fingers plunge deeper, and I involuntarily clench around them, my body betraying me in the worst way. I hate how easily I respond to his touch, how he knows exactly what buttons to press.

I feel trapped—vulnerable and exposed, like a wild animal caught in a snare. My heart races, adrenaline surging through me, desperate for a way out.

His thrusts are relentless, his cock hitting the back of my throat again and again, each one more punishing than the last. His fingers work in sync with his hips, pushing my body to react in ways I despise. My core tightens, my body trembling with unwanted pleasure.

I want to fight him. I want to kick, scratch, bite—anything to make this stop. But I can’t...it feels too damn good.

His grip on the belt loosens just enough for me to gasp for air, but it’s a cruel reprieve. “Fucking hell,” he growls, his cock pulsing against my tongue. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, little siren.”

Stop enjoying this!my mind screams, but my body refuses to listen.

“You want me to fuck your throat raw? To come in your pretty mouth?”

Stop enjoying this!

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the sensation, but it’s useless. His fingers inside me, his hard length in my mouth—it’s overwhelming. My body starts to surrender, little by little, until I can’t hold back the moan that vibrates around his cock. Shame burns through me, but I can’t stop.

His thrusts grow more aggressive, the belt tightening around my throat once more. “Fuck,” he groans, lost in his own sick pleasure.

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