Page 69 of The Villain

“I don’t care. I want you.”

He took both my wrists in his one hand, the movement sending both a rush of heat from my core and a knot of panic in my chest.Was this it? The only thing worse than a fool was one on her knees.

And then a sound caught my ear—one that sparked hope—and then ignited into a full-blown flame when the subtle peel of a zipper reached myears.

Instantly, every inch of my body came to life. My nipples tightened into my shirt. The ache in my core intensified. And my mouth parted, anticipation making it impossible to swallow.

I couldn’t see a single thing, but I felt the moment he pulled his cock free. A wave of relief went through him, reaching all the way to the fingers that imprisoned my hands. The air around me turned thicker. Hotter. Filled with something big and foreign.

“You say you don’t care…” He fed one of my hands to his other one, my palm instantly opening like a brazen beggar.

And then thick, soft steel filled my fingers.

His hips jerked the instant I tried to grip him, and he let out a rough curse.

He was big—so big that the adage “seeing is believing” wouldn’t have been enough. This was the only way I could know—could believe—by trying to hold all of him in my grasp.

“You have no idea.” He sounded like I was torturing him—like I was killing him with a single touch.

And then he dragged my hand along his length. Inch after inch after inch, until I started to wonder how much more there could be, my body sensing how close my hand drew to my mouth. But then my hand hit something unexpected. Something hard and protruding and…metal.

I gasped, my fingers frantic in their exploration to understand. “What…is this?” The huskiness in my voice betrayed my desire as I fingered each end of the piercings.

Four metal balls protruded from his tip, the cool metal nestled against his straining heat. I’d never…I mean, I knew of genital piercings. Things like a Prince Albert or a Jacob’s ladder. But this…

“A magic cross.” His voice was stretched to its breathing point, with more roughness than tone.

Magic cross.

My mouth watered over the image my hand painted. His massive length pierced straight through by two bars, leaving four round ends adorning the head of his cock.

“You’ve tortured yourself long enough,” I murmured. “Tonight, let me torture you.”

“Athena…” His groan was so deep, I swore it rooted him to the forest floor as I closed my lips over his head.

He felt incredible in my mouth. Soft and hot, my tongue swirled around him before finally licking over his tip, tasting the salty bead of moisture on my tongue.

“Fuck.”His control snapped. One hand anchored the back of my head, the other grabbed my chin, forcing it wide to accommodate his piercings.

They felt foreign against my tongue and the roof of my mouth—immovable steel that seemed to make the rest of him feel even larger between my lips than he had in my fingers. But the power they gave me over him was electrifying.

His shivers and grunts became my very favorite compliments as my tongue explored his cock and its hardware. Swirling and licking. Sucking and stroking. The rough curses charging through his lips spurred me just as his hand on my head coaxed—begged me to take more of him.

But I didn’t want more. I wanted it all. I wanted all his broken pieces. All the rough edges and sharp corners. All the emotion he bottled up and all the wants he thought he didn’t deserve. I wanted every inch of him—unrestrained.And I still didn’t have that yet.

He still kept the well of his desire in check, and I didn’t want that. I wanted his vulnerability. Needed it. So, I drew him deeper—sucked harder. All those inches deep into my mouth, headed for my throat as saliva dripped down my chin.

“Torture me? You’re going to kill me, Angel.”

Angel.I stilled—a memory hitting me that had no place inthis moment. A memory of another time. Another man. And then it was gone. Replaced by the very large, very real savior in front of me.

I slid my hand to cup his balls, and he lost it. His hand braced my head as he thrust deep, the tip of him knocking against the back of my throat, making me choke.

“Is this what you had in mind?” he growled, angry at himself as he tried to pull back.

But I wouldn’t let him. My hands found anchor on the sides of his thighs, holding tight as I did my best to nod,Yes.

“My broken pieces weren’t enough, you wanted my pierced cock, too,” he said, fisting my hair and angling me so he could push deep again. “You deserve better than this.” But the strain in his voice confessed he couldn’t stop himself now.

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