Page 70 of Once A Villain

A shiver runs through me at his dark promise. I want it all—the pain, the pleasure, the darkness.

“Maybe I am,” I whisper, a reluctant confession. With a low, primal groan, he slams his hips forward, driving his cock deep into me.

I scream, tears stinging my eyes, as the pain sears through me.

He doesn’t hesitate, his pace brutal, his thrusts hard and unyielding.

My body feels like it’s on fire, torn between agony and a sickening kind of ecstasy. “I’ll never tire of hearing you scream,” he snarls, and the words send a fresh wave of pain and twisted pleasure coursing through me.

He grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back, his body crashing against mine with every vicious thrust.

I cry out, nails clawing at the bed, desperate for some kind of anchor. He shoves my head down, pressing my cheek against the mattress. My screams are muffled, my tears endless, as he pounds into me without an ounce of mercy.

“That’s it, little siren,” he growls, his voice low and laced with dark satisfaction. “Let me hear you scream.”

He slides his hand between my legs, his fingers finding my clit while his other hand tightens its grip in my hair, shoving my face harder into the mattress. A raw cry escapes me as my body jerks in response, the sensations overwhelming as he pushes me closer to the edge.

“I can feel you tightening around me. You’re about to come.” The pressure inside me is building.

He knows exactly what he’s doing, and it’s driving me out of my mind.

My orgasm rips through me, a violent wave of pleasure that has me screaming his name, my fingers clawing at the sheets in desperate release.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his thrusts growing frantic, his grip on me bruising.

The intensity is too much, my body too overwhelmed, and I impulsively try to pull away.

But he yanks me back, slamming into me with a possessive grunt. “Where do you think you’re going?”

With one final deep thrust, a guttural sound tears from his throat as his cock pulses inside me. Warmth floods my core as he groans, his cum filling me. He collapses onto the bed, trapping me beneath him as he catches his breath.

My body feels like lead.Her tight cunt is still clenching around me, each pulse a reminder of just how fucking perfect she is. It wasn’t just my imagination last time—she’s unbelievable.

Her pussy grips me, squeezing every last drop from my cock. My chest is pressed against her back, our sweat-slicked skin sticking together. I pull back slowly, loosening my grip on her hair.

She whimpers as I slide out, and I can’t help but groan.

I collapse onto my back. The sheets are soaked with sweat, and she’s covered in my cum. She’ll hate me more, but I’m not finished. Her sweet, tight cunt is addictive, and I’m far from done with her.

“Axe…”

“What?” I ask, staring at the ceiling, hoping she’s not about to start a conversation or get all sentimental.

Fuck if I know what possessed me when I held her as a stranger with a mask, but that shit won’t happen again. She’s still on her stomach, face buried in the sheets.

I roll onto my side and trail my hand over her perfect round ass, staring at the brand. She’s all mine—every inch of her. My fingers trace the mark, and her body tenses with a sharp inhale.

“Stop,” she murmurs, voice muffled.

“No.” I shift my hand between her thighs. Our cum drips down her legs, and I slide my fingers through the mess.

“I need to shower.”

“We will,” I reply, pushing two fingers inside her. Her gasp is sharp, her body jerking in response. I move them in and out slowly. I’m determined to make her scream my name until she can’t take it anymore.

She’s already so close, her pussy dripping and needy.

I pull my fingers out, and she groans in frustration. “On your back,” I order. She turns her head, eyes locking onto mine.

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