Page 72 of Once A Villain

“Turn around.” Her eyes meet mine, but she doesn’t move. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“You’re too big.”

I grip her face, fighting the urge to hold tighter, anger buzzing under my skin. She’s a fucking masterpiece—her blue eyes dark, her lips swollen, caught between fear and hunger. She’s a mess—my mess.

“If you don’t do what I say, it’s going to hurt a lot more.” I grab her hair, wrenching her around. She whimpers as I press her against the cold tile, her stomach pressing into the harsh porcelain.

“Hands on the wall.”

“Will you be gentle?”

I snake my hand to her lower back and slowly push a finger into her ass. She cries out, her body stiffening in reaction.

“I told you, I’m not gentle.” I drive my finger in and out of her, each motion slow and controlled, and she whimpers in response.

“Fuck,” she cries out. “Axe, please.”

I quicken the pace, her body trembling with each thrust. My grip on her neck tightens, pressing her cheek hard against the cold tile, her moans echoing through the shower.

“Oh, little siren, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I grunt, adding a second finger.

She groans, nails scraping the tile in a desperate grip. I push deeper, feeling her ass clench around my fingers. I speed up, her body rocking, grinding against my hand. Fuck, she’s so tight. I can’t wait to feel her around my cock.

Her tight hole stretches under the steady thrust of my fingers, and she’s almost ready. When I add a third finger, she cries out, muscles tightening around me.

I slide my hand down her stomach and press two fingers into her greedy pussy, filling both holes with my fingers. Her body jolts, resisting but surrendering. She’s so close, fighting against the inevitable. It’s pointless. I will take what I want.

“Don’t fucking move,” I growl, pulling my fingers free.

I step away, grabbing a bottle of lube from the drawer outside the shower. When I return, I take in the sight of her: face pressed against the tile, arms stretched above her head, and her ass on full display.

Such a good girl. My good girl.

I pour lube over my cock and stroke it slowly, watching her flinch as I move my hand to her waist. I lift her ass slightly, positioning the tip of my cock at her entrance. Wrapping my hand around her neck, I press my chest firmly against her back, feeling her heartbeat beneath my fingertips.

I want to wreck her in ways she’ll crave for the rest of her life.

“Just breathe. You’ll love it.” I press the head of my cock against her, sliding in slowly. Her fingers claw at the tile, her body rigid with tension.

“Oh, god,” she gasps, her voice breaking.

“God’s not here. Call me the devil,” I grunt.

She cries out as her ass clamps down around me. I inch deeper, my cock buried halfway inside her. Fuck, the tightness of her feels incredible.

“Damn, you’re so tight,” I growl, pushing in further.

“You’re too big,” she cries, her nails scraping desperately against the tile. “It won’t fit.”

I pull back, then thrust forward slowly, savoring her shaking body, her trembling screams.

“Yes, it will,” I snarl, burying myself deeper. Her body stretches to take me, and her screams grow louder, her moans erratic. “Your body takes my cock so well,” I grunt, quickening my pace.

Reaching around her, I slide two fingers into her slick pussy. She gasps, hips jerking as I continue my relentless rhythm, fucking her ass and her cunt simultaneously. Her cries reverberate off the walls, the room filled with the sound of her crying my name.

We’re both close, her pleasure mingling with mine. I keep the pace steady, pounding into her ass while my fingers work her cunt, driving us both closer to the edge.

“Come for me. Let me hear you scream my name.”

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