Page 65 of Once A Villain

“You’ll always be mine,” he whispers, sinking his fingers inside me. “Now sit still, or everyone is going to see how much you love my fingers in your tight little cunt.”

His fingers pump, and his other hand grips my thigh, holding me in place. The feeling of being trapped and violated, of his fingers invading my most intimate parts, is both terrifying and arousing.

Pressure builds inside me as he expertly manipulates my body, bringing me closer to the edge. I want him to stop, and I never want him to stop. What the hell is wrong with me? This is sick and twisted. I can’t stand him.

But his touch feel so damn good. He curls his fingers, and a choked sound slips from my lips before I can stop it.

“I hate you,” I manage to gasp.

“I know,” he says roughly. He adds a third finger, stretching me, increasing his pace. “I love hearing you say it. It makes me so fucking hard.” I bite my lip, trying to stay quiet, but it’s a struggle. I’m on the verge of orgasm, and I can’t stop it. It’s wrong, and I hate myself for it, but I’m desperate for release.

“Rory! Let’s go dance!” Kyla’s voice cuts through the haze, snapping me back to reality.

He slides his fingers out of me, and the sudden loss of his touch is jarring. My breathing is ragged, and my body trembles with unsatisfied need. What the hell did I just let him do? And why the hell did I like it? His grip on me is still tight, and I feel the wetness between my legs.

“Go have fun,” he says calmly. I try to stand, but his hands keep me in place. “Tonight, you come on my cock. I’m going to make you scream my name. You’ll be begging for mercy, and when I’m done with you, you’ll never forget who you belong to.”

His words are harsh and possessive.

“I own you,” he murmurs. “Every. Fucking. Part. Of. You.”

He presses a soft kiss on my collarbone, and the tenderness catches me off guard. It’s brief, and the anger returns as he leans back and smacks my ass.

“I can’t wait for tonight. Now go have fun.” As I rise from his lap, he gives me a mischievous smile and slides his fingers into his mouth, sucking off my wetness. “So fucking sweet.”

I stagger onto the dance floor, my head spinning, my body burning.

How the hell can I feel disgusted and turned on by him at the same time? It’s sick.I’msick.

“What the hell was that about?” Kyla laughs. “You guys looked like you were having fun.”

“He’s an asshole.”

“Yeah, but he’s sexy.”

Axe’s gaze locks onto mine, a smug, satisfied smirk spreading across his annoyingly handsome face. He knows exactly how much he’s gotten under my skin, and he’s enjoying every second of it.

Rory’s little white top is teasing me, and the short-as-fuck skirt is straight-up torture. I thought I’d be pissed seeing her, furious about her stunt fucking astranger, but instead, I’m horny as fuck.

On the mission, all I could think about was her—how her body felt, how her pussy tasted, the sounds she made when she came, her lips stretched around my cock. Fuck. Being in the same room with her now is pure agony.

I need to feel her again, and it’s taking everything not to take her right here.

Her defiance, the fire in her blue eyes, the way she struggles—her body betraying her—it’s fucking addicting. Part of her wants to kill me; the other part wants me inside her. I’ve had her once, but this time, she’ll scream my name.

I’ll make her forget anyone else has ever touched her.

I’ll show her how good it feels to be fucked by a monster.

“She’s got a mouth on her. I can’t imagine putting my dick anywhere near it,” Griffen chuckles. “I’d be terrified she’d bite it off.”

Rory glares at us, and Griff grins, handing me a beer.

“That’s half the fun,” I say, taking a swig. “Nothing better than a challenge. She may hate me, but she’ll love my cock.”

“Whatever you say.” He shrugs. “I like her fire, though. She’s tough. She’d put up a hell of a fight.”

My eyes narrow. “Don’t get any fucking ideas, Griffen. You so much as lay a finger on her, and I’ll rip your fucking throat out.”

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