Page 73 of Once A Villain

Her body convulses, her cries escalating in volume.

“Fuck, Rory,” I hiss through gritted teeth. “Come for me. NOW!”

She shatters, her body jerking violently as her muscles clamp down on my cock and fingers. Her release drives me to the edge. A feral roar erupts from my chest as I come, spilling deep inside her.

“FUCK!” I collapse against her, pinning her against the tile. Our breathing is ragged, her heartbeat hammering beneath my chest. My cock remains buried in her, my face in her damp hair, feeling every shudder of her breath. She feels too good...I could fall asleep like this.

“You’re crushing me,” she whispers.

“And you’re squeezing my cock,” I grunt, withdrawing slowly.

“I want to shower alone.”

“You’re kicking me out of my own shower?” I laugh, grabbing the soap and starting to lather my chest.

“Yes.”

“I’ve got news for you, little siren,” I say with a smirk. “That’s not how this works. I’ll leave when I’m done, not a moment sooner.”

“Fine,” she snaps, her eyes blazing with fury.

I rinse off the soap, amused by her defiant glare. She’s so small and weak, yet she acts like a warrior. It’s funny as hell.

“I’ll see you in bed,” I say, stepping out of the shower, not bothering to dry off. I wrap a towel around my waist and head for the door.

“I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you,” she yells after me.

“You are, and you will,” I shout back, “or I’ll make you sleep in the basement. Your choice.”

“Fuck you!”

“If you want to go another round, we can,” I call, heading into the bedroom.

I pull up the comforter and toss the pillows on the bed. Her post-fuck behavior is very different with how she was before, when she didn’t know it was me. She was emotional, needy, clinging to me and begging me to stay. Now, I’ve just been kicked out of my shower, and she’s being a bitch. I should have taken off the mask and revealed myself earlier—ended this bullshit.

I collapse onto the bed, naked, and stare at the ceiling. She’s a pain in my ass, but damn, I can’t get enough of her. Her tight little body was made for me, and her pussy is the best thing I’ve ever felt.

The door swings open, and she storms out, hair dripping wet, towel clutched tightly around her. Her eyes filled with rage, cheeks flushed red.

“The only reason I’m sleeping in the same bed as you is because I refuse to sleep in the basement. It’s not because I want to, and it’s certainly not because I like you. Do you understand me?”

“Clearly. Now, drop the towel and get in bed.”

She’s so fucking beautiful, and the sight of her, wet and pissed, is making me hard.

“Go fuck yourself,” she spits, fists clenched.

“You’ve got five seconds to get in this bed,” I say, my patience thinning, “or I’ll drag you by the hair and throw you down.”

She glares, her lips pressed tight.

“Jesus, Rory,” I sigh, exasperated. “Why do you have to make everything so fucking difficult? Get. In. The. Bed.”

With a resigned sigh, she loosens the towel knot. It falls away, revealing her naked body as she climbs in, slipping under the covers and turning her back to me. My fingers trace the outline of her body, gliding down her spine and along her waist. She shivers, goosebumps rising on her skin.

Leaning over, I press a series of kisses along her shoulder, feeling her soft skin under my lips. “You’re mine, little siren,” I whisper into her ear. “Never forget that.”

I grab her hips and force her onto her back. She gasps, and her eyes widen.

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