Page 97 of Once A Villain

“As long as it takes.”

“What if you’re…” Her voice falters, and she looks away.

“If I’m what?”

“Nothing,” she says, shaking her head. “Forget it.”

She tries to move past me, but I grab her wrist, spinning her around. She struggles, but I tighten my grip, yanking her close. I press her back against the wall and cage her in.

“Tell me,” I growl.

“Axel…” She looks up, a flicker of something vulnerable in her gaze. “What if you don’t come back?”

I lean in, my face inches from hers. “Why do you care? You hate me,remember?”

“I do,” she snaps. “But I don’t want you dead.” Her glare is fierce, eyes blazing with a fire that matches her tone. “How can I kill you in your sleep if you die on a mission?”

I press my face closer, our lips nearly grazing. “And just how do you plan to do that, little siren? By biting my dick off? I’d love to hear the details of your brilliant plan,” I purr.

“You’re a bastard,” she hisses.

“That’s not very nice. Especially after all the fun we’ve had.” My hands slide to her waist, my thumbs tracing the curve of her hips.

“Fun? You call that fun? You tried to drown me.” Her voice drips with sarcasm.

“But you came so hard,” I retort, enjoying the way her body responds to my touch. Her nipples, hardened and visible through her sports bra.

“I don’t understand you,” she confesses, her frustration obvious in the flush of her cheeks. “One minute, you’re an asshole; the next, you’re...I don’t know what you are.”

“I’m not a man you understand, little siren,” I murmur, my lips grazing the edge of her ear. “I’m not a man youwantto understand.” I flick along the delicate curve of her ear. “I’m a man who’s going to make you suffer in ways that will make you beg for more.”

Her breath quickens, chest heaving with rapid intensity. Before she can respond, I seize her lips in a brutal, commanding kiss.

She freezes but then melts into me, her body responding to the kiss. My tongue darts into her mouth, tasting her. She reluctantly moans, the sound muffled by the kiss. My hands travel up her sides, exploring her body.

“Stop,” she murmurs, her voice a weak protest.

The heat between us grows as she pulls me closer, my cock pressing against her. The thin fabric of her shorts does little to conceal the warmth between her legs.

“No,” I grunt, my hand traveling to the apex of her thighs.

My fingers press into her wetness, and she lets out a soft moan. I slowly massage her pussy, her juices soaking through her shorts.

She breaks the kiss and turns her head away, her eyes closed, her lips parted.

“You’re mine. Mine to play with, mine to torture, mine to pleasure. And most of all, mine to punish.” Her breath hitches, and she looks up at me, conflicted.

She hates what I am, but her body craves it, grinding against my hand, unable to deny its need. Fuck, I’m not leaving without burying my cock in her tight pussy.

I haul her into the bathroom, her protests muffled by the low moans escaping her as my hand slides down the front of her shorts. Then I bend her over the counter, pressing her against the cold tile, ignoring her struggle.

I slide a finger inside her, feeling her walls clamp down around me. “Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t want me.”

“I don’t,” she manages, her voice shaky, her body trembling. “I fucking hate you,” she gasps.

“You do hate me.” I add second finger, stretching her tight pussy. “But you love my fingers.” I pump in and out, curling them, hitting the spot I know will make her moan. “And you love my cock.”

Her ass pushes back against my thrusts, her hips rocking in desperate need. She whimpers, the sound driving me wild. “Fuck,” she moans, gripping the edge of the counter.

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