Page 84 of Once A Villain

I trace the handle through her folds, the cold steel sliding against her wet heat.

She knows this sensation, the cold hardness. She loved it, begged for it.

The masked man.

The knife.

It’sme.

This isme.

And she is mine.

I shove the handle inside her, pushing it deep, stretching her tight hole. I thrust with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each movement precise and controlled. Her muffled cries and ragged breaths pierce the stillness of the room.

She thrashes underneath me, but she’s trapped—helpless to stop me. I tighten the belt around her neck, and my pace quickens, relentless, unforgiving.

Her wrists are pinned beneath my knees; she can’t do anything but take it. And she loves it.

I thrust harder, each movement more forceful, more savage, losing myself in the twisted pleasure of it all. My thumb finds her clit, circling the sensitive nub. Her back arches, muscles rigid as she’s dragged to the brink.

Her eyes squeeze shut, and her walls clench around the cold steel, her climax ripping through her as I push her past the point of no return.

Fuck.

She’s coming.

Her muffled cries—a perfect mix of pain and pleasure—drive me to the brink. My cock throbs with the need to be inside her.

With a swift motion, I release the belt and yank the handle out of her, discarding it carelessly. I flip her onto her stomach, her wrists pinned beneath her as I pull her to her knees.

The belt is back around her neck, this time a leash, tightening with every breath she struggles to take. Her face is buried in the pillows, her perfect ass arched high.

Fuck, she looks so fucking sexy.

I reach around, sliding two fingers deep into her dripping cunt, feeling her walls clamp down, desperate to keep me inside. She tries to shake her head, her muffled cries frantic with fear and anticipation.

Oh, little Siren, you will love this.

My cock aches, balls tightening with the need to bury myself inside her. I tighten the belt once more, cutting off her air. Her body tenses, struggling for breath, but she’s not going anywhere.

I grip her hip, holding her in place. She’s trying to fight, but it’s useless.

She’s going to take everything I give her.

His fingers drive into me, hard and relentless, each stroke pushing me closer to the edge. The belt bites into my throat, cutting off my breath, making every gasp a struggle.

My pussy aches, still tender from Axe, and the burn from his rough fingers stretches me beyond what I can take. I want to scream, but it’s swallowed by the tape. the pain and pleasure twisting into one unbearable wave.

When he pulls his fingers out, the emptiness is almost agonizing. I should feel relief, but all I feel is a desperate, aching need. Whether it’s the alcohol or the adrenaline, I just crave more. His body presses against mine, his cock teasing at my entrance, and a thrill of fear races through me.

I’m scared, but the excitement is more powerful. The pain, the pleasure—I want it all. I need it to remind me I’m still alive, still fighting, still capable of feeling something, anything.

I should be horrified by how much I want this. But I’m not. This is who I am—dark, twisted, and craving the violence that matches my broken soul.

His jeans scrape against my bare skin, his cock sliding over my swollen clit, taunting me. My stifled cries intensify, the desperation clawing at me.

The tip of his cock grazes my entrance, and I brace myself. He pushes just the tip in, the sharp stretch sending a shock through me. I cry out, the sound muffled by the tape, but he doesn’t stop. He pulls back, only to slam into me with brutal force.

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