Page 85 of Once A Villain

FUCK!

He yanks the belt tighter, the leather digging into my skin, cutting off my air completely. Tears spill down my face, but there’s no escape from the savage pace he’s set.

His cock fills me, stretching me to the breaking point, and I’m lost in the pain, the pleasure, and the brutal reality of who I am.

It hurts, and it feels so fucking good.

My face is buried in the mattress, his grip on my hips bruising. I’m pinned beneath him, silenced, unable to do anything but feel. His cock hits the spot inside me that sends shockwaves through my body, making me see stars.

My muffled cries only drive him harder, his grunts echoing in the room as he stretches me to the breaking point.

My pussy clenches around him, the pressure building with each desperate second.

I push against him, matching his furious rhythm, desperate to reach that peak. He pulls the belt tighter, cutting off my air completely, and it’s like a switch flips inside me. My vision darkens, the edges blurring as I teeter on the brink. His thrusts become frantic.

And then, at one last, deep shove, I shatter. The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing, muscles locking up as pleasure and pain blend into something overwhelming.

The lack of oxygen burns my lungs, but I can’t scream—can’t do anything but ride out the wave until it consumes me completely.

He groans, deep and guttural, as his cock pulses inside me, spilling his cum into my trembling body. The darkness closes in, the last of my air gone, and I collapse onto the bed, sinking into the oblivion of unconsciousness.

When I come to, the room is silent, the chaos replaced by an eerie calm. The tape is gone from my mouth, the belt no longer constricting my neck. My head throbs, my body aches, but before I can move, his arm slides around my waist, pulling me close.

He’s still here.

His chest presses against my back, his arm draped over me protectively. I don’t speak, just lean into him, needing the solid weight of his body more than I want to admit. It’s strange—this warmth, this closeness.

His heartbeat thumps steadily against my back—a welcome change from the cold, empty space that is usually behind me.

His touch fills a void I didn’t even know I had, like a missing puzzle piece sliding into place. In this moment, everything else fades. Axe, my father, the Sovereign—it’s all gone. Right now, it’s just us.

When I shift to face him, he brushes a strand of hair away from my face. His touch surprisingly gentle, almost tender.

“Thanks for showing up,” I murmur.

He just stares at me with those dark brown eyes. His emotions are locked up tight, but I can feel the intensity in his gaze.

It’s enough for now. I roll onto my back, his arm still over me. The sensation is strange, unnerving—but comforting in a way that almost scares me. It’s been ages since anyone’s held me like this.

“My brother kidnapped me today,” I blurt out, grabbing the almost empty wine bottle from the nightstand and taking a long drink. “He literally drugged me and brought me here.”

The weight of everything that’s happened starts to settle in, and tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I blink them away and gesture around the room. “So, welcome to my prison. And thanks for, you know, fucking the hell out of me.”

He doesn’t say anything—big shocker there—but his arm tightens around me, pulling me closer. It’s almost enough to make me believe he cares, but I’m not that naive.

“Sorry for the wine,” I say, motioning to the bottle. “I couldn’t deal with this sober.” I take a deep breath, trying to pull myself together. “Your timing was impeccable, though. I needed the distraction.”

Silence hangs between us, thick and heavy. But for once, it doesn’t feel awkward. It just is.

I climb over him and straddle his hips. It’s weird, being completely naked while he’s still fully clothed, but I ignore it. He doesn’t stop me, just grips my waist like he’s keeping me right where he wants me.

My hands wander over his shirt, feeling the hard lines of his chest and abs beneath the fabric. He’s all muscle, and I bite my lip, trying not to get too lost in the thoughts running wild through my head.

I want him. Again.

“So, what’s your name?” I ask, tilting my head with a smirk. “Or are you just planning to keep playing the silent, brooding type?” I huff.

Nothing. Typical.

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