Page 94 of Once A Villain

“I’m going to come. And you’re going to swallow every last drop.”

My jaw aches, my throat raw. With one final deep thrust, he grips my head tightly and fills my throat with hot cum. I bite down just enough, and his eyes widen as he feels the sharpness.

“Fuuuck,” he groans, his voice a gravelly rasp as his body shudders, his hips jerking. His cock throbs in my mouth, the salty taste filling my senses.

I keep my teeth grazing his shaft, teasing him as he struggles to catch his breath. His grip on my hair loosens, and he pulls out, leaving me gasping for air, my mouth dripping with saliva as I fall back.

Grabbing my throat, he pulls me up, slamming me against the wall. His lips crash against mine, his tongue invading my mouth, the taste of his cum lingering. The kiss is messy, desperate. I moan into it, and he breaks away, his gaze piercing as he searches mine.

“You’re such a bad girl.” I bite my lip, and he lets out a deep groan, his grip on my throat tightening. He brings his mouth to my neck, his lips tracing the sensitive skin. “Biting me. Teasing me,” he murmurs, teeth grazing my neck, drawing a whimper from me. “You want to be punished, don’t you?”

“Yes.” The word escapes before I can stop it, and I immediately regret it.

His hand leaves my throat to wrap around my waist, pulling me against him. He grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back to expose my neck further.

“The things I’m going to do to you.” His grip on my hair tightens, and his teeth sink into the flesh of my neck.

I cry out, the sharp pain of his bite mixing with the pleasure. He kisses along the curve of my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin. His hand abandons my hair, sliding down to the curve of my ass, fingers digging in with a possessive squeeze. When his fingers brush against my pussy, I catch my breath.

“So wet for me.” He slowly inserts a finger, his touch agonizingly gentle.

I moan his name, leaning into him. He inserts a second finger, curling them, and stroking my walls. He pushes me against the tile under the shower head, the water raining down on us. His fingers continue their assault, his thumb pressing on my clit.

“This time, when I make you come, you won’t be able to scream. You will be completely at my mercy.”

He captures my lips in a searing kiss. His hand snakes around to increase the water pressure, the spray hitting us from multiple angles, like a torrential downpour. The intensity of the water is overwhelming.

He pulls away, grinning. “Hold your breath.”

Before I can react, he yanks my face under the shower head. The suddenness and force are disorienting, the water filling my mouth and nose. Panic sets in, my heart racing as the pressure and weight of the water crush me. Instinctively, I close my eyes, struggling to maintain control. His fingers curl and stroke, his thumb circling my clit.

I try to pull away, but he’s too strong, and the force of the water is too much. He holds me there, and the darkness begins to creep in. He pulls me out, and I gasp for air, choking and sputtering.

“Axe.” His name comes out in a ragged choke.

He plunges my head back under the water. I fight with all my might against his rough grip. The pressure in my core builds as I struggle to hold my breath.

He pulls me out, and I suck in a deep breath, my lungs burning.

He jerks my head back, exposing my neck. His lips crash into mine, and he kisses me deeply, his tongue swirling around mine.

His hands keep working, his fingers pumping and curling, his thumb rubbing my clit.

“Please,” I choke out, the words barely audible.

He pulls me close, his lips next to my ear.

“Trust me,” he purrs. His grip, however, is anything but gentle. I thrash, trying to escape, but he just pulls me tighter against his chest. “You’re going to love this.”

“I can’t,” I stutter, trembling, my voice shaky.

“Yes, you can,” he counters smoothly. “Just let go.”

I want to fight him, to tell him no, to deny him, but I can’t. My body surrenders to him, the need for pleasure devastating. He shoves me back under the water again, his hands expertly manipulating every part of me, and all I can do is submit.

The fear, the pleasure, the panic, and the desire are a deadly mixture. The intensity and weight of the water pressing against my face, and the lack of oxygen makes me delirious. I try to scream his name, the sound muffled by the water. His fingers keep pumping, his thumb circling and pressing.

The pleasure is blinding, the water drowning out my screams. The feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and darkness takes over.

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