Page 55 of Once A Villain

“Please don’t hurt me,” I whisper, my voice hoarse and shaky.

He stops behind me, his presence heavy, and the fear within me intensifies. He reaches out, and with a gentle touch, he runs his fingers along the tender brand. I gasp, a sharp pain shooting through me.

My mind reels, the fear and adrenaline making it difficult to focus. Then he grips my thighs and pulls me to the edge of the vanity, pressing his body against mine. Fighting against the restraints, I let out a whimper, my voice weak and shaky.

“Please,” I whisper. “Please.” I’m not sure if I’m begging him to stop or to fuck me, but either way, it’s terrifying. He looks at me through the mirror, the mask obscuring his features, but I can see his eyes.

Dark and dangerous, they pierce my soul. Offering no response, he firmly grips my hips, holding me in place. Fear and desire flood my senses, the combination leaving me breathless. His hands trail along my body, teasing my skin.

Spreading my legs, he kneels behind me. After adjusting his mask, he traces his tongue along my sensitive skin. His hot breath warms my thigh. My breath hitches as he licks the brand, and a moan escapes my lips. His mouth travels lower, and he nips at the tender flesh, causing me to gasp.

He continues his path, licking, sucking, and biting, his mouth devouring me. I writhe, struggling against the zip ties, the feeling almost overwhelming. His tongue delves inside me, and I cry out, arching my back and pushing against his mouth. His tongue is savoring me like I’m the best tasting thing he’s ever had. My mind spins, and I can’t control the sounds escaping my mouth.

He’s merciless, his tongue probing and exploring, his fingers gripping my thighs. The pressure peaks, the orgasm threatening to crash over me. I grind against his face, desperate for release.

His tongue slides deeper, and I writhe in pleasure, the pain forgotten. His hand reaches between my legs, and his fingers slide over my clit, circling and rubbing.

My wrists burn, the zip ties cutting into my skin. He continues his delicious assault, his tongue and fingers relentless, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy. I can’t hold back. My body shakes as the orgasm tears through me. He’s relentless, his fingers and tongue never stopping until my body sags against the vanity. I lay there, panting, trying to catch my breath.

Slowly, he stands and looks at me through the mirror, his dark eyes burning into me. Reaching for his belt, I hear the sound of the zipper. I freeze.

I want him. I need him.

He firmly grabs my hip with one hand and wraps the other around my neck. Pulling me toward him, he forces me to arch my back, exposing my ass. I whimper, and he slams into me, burying himself deep.

Her scream tears through the room, bouncing off the walls. I don’t loosen my hold. I force her hips still and bury myself in her with one brutal thrust. She clamps around me—tight, wet—and a guttural moan rips from my throat. I don’t wait for her to adjust.

I set a punishing rhythm, slamming into her, her body jolting with every thrust. She’s so fucking tight, her pussy straining to take me. Her cries fuel me, raw pleasure burning every nerve, the need to ruin her overpowering everything else.

I grip her harder, keeping her in place, driving deeper. Her body trembles beneath mine, slick and dripping as I push her to the edge of what she can take—and then I push her further. Her breathing is ragged as she pants through broken moans.

Tears stream down her face, and I hold her tighter. She screams, her arms straining against the zip ties. She’s fighting against me, trying to escape, but it only excites me.

Staring down at her perfect body, the bruises and cuts add a delicious edge. Her legs shake violently as I slam into her again and again. Her eyes filled with painful pleasure that sends a rush of heat through my veins.

I fucking love how fragile she looks, how easily I could break her. I’ve wanted this for so long—wanted to bury my cock inside her, fuck her—and nothing could’ve prepared me for how good she feels. Her tight, slick cunt is griping me, fighting me, trying to push me out, but I don’t stop. I can’t. The harder she resists, the deeper I drive.

I wrap my hand around her throat, forcing her body to bend to me.

I want to make her scream, and cry, and beg. I want to feel her shudder and writhe beneath me. She’s close, so fucking close, and I can feel my orgasm building.

When I slap her ass, her screams grow louder. She sobs, her body wracked with each thrust as I fuck her like an animal starved, her pussy the only thing that can satisfy the hunger inside me. Every brutal drive of my cock hits her cervix, the sensation blinding. It’s raw. Primal.

Her cry shatters the air, a desperate mix of pain and pleasure that pushes me closer to the edge. I don’t stop. I fuck her through it, my pace brutal. Her body convulses, cunt spasming around me as she comes undone. Her screams echo, fading as her muscles quake and her eyes roll back.

Gritting my teeth, I slam into her and explode, shooting rope after rope of cum into her.

Buried deep inside her, I remain still, catching my breath, enjoying the feeling of her cunt pulsing around me and her body pinned beneath me.

When the last wave subsides, I pull out, watching a mixture of blood and cum drip down her legs. I fucked her brutally, and she’ll feel it for days. Her body is bruised, and her ass is bright red. I run my fingers over the brand, tracing the lines—my mark.

She is mine.

She whimpers and shudders under my touch. Drenched in sweat, damp hair. She’s exhausted. Used. Satisfied. But I want one more hole.

That fucking smart mouth of hers.

Her arms are limp, the zip ties digging into her wrists. The sight of my cum dripping from her cunt, her bruised thighs, my brand, her tear-stained cheeks. It’s a sight I want burned into my memory.

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