Page 43 of Once A Villain

He put a collar on you!I scream inwardly, desperately trying to regain control.

This isn’t a fucking romance novel. He’s not some sexy, tortured hero. He’s a monster—a cruel, heartless bastard. He’s hurting you, degrading you, violating you.

He imprisoned you in a basement! This isn’t some twisted fairy tale; he’s no Prince Charming. He’s the fucking devil.

My brain screams at me to wake up and stop letting him win. Stop giving in to him. But the darkness inside me, the part I keep locked up, is reveling in the attention. The kind of attention only a monster can give—one that leaves me feeling filthy, tainted, and ruined.

As much as I despise him, there’s a broken part of me that craves him.

It sickens me to admit it, but it’s the truth.

His fingers pump in and out of my pussy, and his cock slams into the back of my throat, over and over. All I can think about is how much I want to come.

It’s wrong. It’s twisted. But my body doesn’t give a damn.

“You’re mine, little siren,” he snarls, pounding viciously now, his cock hitting that spot that blocks my oxygen.

I’m drowning in him—his smell, his taste, his touch.

“Your body belongs to me. Your pleasure is mine. Your pain is mine. Your screams, your moans, your everything. It’s all mine.”

His fingers are relentless, plunging deep and hard, each thrust a brutal reminder of his control. His cock throbs, the taste of his pre-cum thick and heavy on my tongue. I don’t even know how many fingers he’s using, but it feels like he’s stretching me to my limit.

I’m his plaything. His toy. A slave to his every whim. And god, I fucking hate it.

My hips grind against his fingers, and my body betrays me with every surge of pleasure. His cock pulses in my mouth, and he grunts, his fingers working faster.

“Swallow it all,” he growls, his voice strained.

His cock swells, and then he spills his cum down my throat. His orgasm is violent, his body shaking, muscles tensing. His eyes roll back, jaw clenched in pure ecstasy.

His fingers keep moving, and my walls tighten, the pleasure suffocating. I can’t fight it; I can’t resist it. One final rough thrust and I reluctantly shatter, a muffled cry ripping from my lips as I clench around his fingers.

He groans, his cock still pulsing as he empties down my throat.

Tears blur my vision as I gasp for air, desperate, but it’s not enough. I swallowed his cum, and the thought makes me want to vomit.

He finally pulls his fingers out, and I can’t help the whimper that escapes me. The belt loosens, and my eyes lock with his. I’m panting, gasping for breath.

Without warning, he yanks my face close, crashing his lips into mine. His kiss is bruising, his tongue invading my mouth, tasting his cum mixed with my tears.

“You’re a monster,” I rasp, tears streaming down my cheeks. “You’re a monster!”

“I’m worse than a monster. I’m your fucking husband.” His grip tightens on my throat.

I hate him.

I hate him so much.

“If you ever run off again, I’ll tie you up and whip you until you can hardly walk. And if you ever”—his eyes flare with rage— “slap me again, I’ll make you wish you were dead.” His thumb grazes my bottom lip, and I can’t look away, trapped in his gaze.

Every instinct screams at me to fight back, to shove him away. But fear has me paralyzed, swallowing my defiance.

“I’m going to enjoy breaking you, Rory.” A wicked smile curls at the edges of his lips. And just like that, he turns and leaves, slamming the door behind him.

My heart hammers, the sound deafening in my ears as everything crashes down around me. Disgust. Confusion. Rage. They hit all at once, choking me. How could I enjoy that?

A bitter taste rises in my throat, my mind scrambling for excuses, anything to explain it away.It’s been too long since anyone touched me. That’s all it is—just the deprivation, the loneliness messing with my head.

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