Page 40 of Always A Villain
The forest itself seems to blur as his thrusts slam me into the dirt, the brutal power of his body leaving no mercy. The burn between my thighs sharpens with every stroke, my muscles quaking, and my skin searing as another climax builds. When it hits, I scream—my voice raw and hoarse—while his pace never falters.
And then I feel it—his release, hot and heavy, flooding me. His groan vibrates through my body, his cock pulsing deep inside me as I clench around him.
Silence falls. Only the distant hum of crickets and our ragged breaths fill the air. His fist unwinds from my hair, and with one final grunt, he rolls off me, his cock sliding out. I turn to my side, every movement sending sharp pangs to my tense muscles, and I feel his cum dripping out, warm againstmy oversensitive skin.
I raise my arms, my wrists still bound, hoping for some release—some end to this.
But his shadow looms over me, dark and immovable.
“No, I’m not untying you,” he says, his eyes glinting with cruel promise. “We’re not done yet.”
My heart freezes in my chest.
Eyes blown wide, tears streak through the dirt smeared on her cheeks. Her flushed face, chest heaving with desperate breaths, makes her look like a fucking masterpiece—scratched, bloodied, and drenched in my cum.
“I can’t...”Her voice cracks, trembling like the rest of her.
“Yes, you can,” I snarl, leaning down to crush her mouth with mine. Her whimper vibrates between us, but she doesn't fight it. Her lips parting for me instantly, her tongue meets mine, and I kiss her harder, claiming every inch. I can smell her fear mixed with arousal—fucking hell, it’s powerful. Makes me want to tear her apart, push her past the brink, then pull her right back to the edge and watch her fall all over again.
My hand trails down her body, the soft twitch of herstomach muscles betraying just how close she is to breaking. When I find her pussy, still slick with the cum I pumped into her, she gasps. Her body jerks, eyes fluttering open, as I push a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around me.
“So fucking good, baby.” I pump my finger deeper, and her back arches, every inch of her shuddering beneath me. She’s so sensitive, barely holding herself together—every touch makes her moan.
“Get on your knees,” I command, pulling my finger out, watching her squirm from the loss.
“I...I can’t,” she whispers, pleading.
“Now.”
“I can’t,” she sobs, eyes squeezed shut, shaking her head like she can will away my command.
Gripping her tighter, I lean close, my breath hot against her ear. “Get. On. Your. Fucking. Knees. NOW!”
She obeys, slowly shifting until she's on her knees, ass in the air.
I stand, pacing around her like a predator circling his prey, the moon casting a pale glow over her skin, highlighting every scratch, every bruise I’ve left. She’s fucking mouthwatering.
“Axe...” she whimpers, so softly I almost miss it. I smirk, placing a hand between her shoulder blades, slowly but forcefully pressing her face into the dirt, her arms pinned beneath her, legs spread.
“You look so fucking beautiful like this,” I say, kneeling behind her. The sight of her—exposed, waiting, completely mine—is pure fucking perfection. “Your cunt’s still dripping.” I drag the head of my cock through the mess of our cum, coating it, teasing, before bringing my thumb toher tight, puckered hole.
“What are you doing?” she gasps.
“Whatever the fuck I want.” I press down, the resistance barely holding before her body surrenders, my thumb slipping inside.
“No, you’re too big,” she sobs some more, voice muffled by the dirt.
“Your body takes my cock so well,” I say, my tone almost a mockery of praise as I work my thumb deeper, feeling her tighten. She starts to scramble, trying to pull away, but I grab her hips hard, holding her exactly where I want her.
“It hurt last time,” she whimpers.
“And you fucking loved it.” I pull my thumb free and rub the head of my cock against her ass, smearing the tip with cum. With one hand, I press my thumb back into her pussy, using it to slick her up, while the other guides my cock to her ass.
She cries out when the tip presses against her entrance, her body fighting to stay closed.
“Axel!” Her cry is ragged, desperate.
“Shh...just breathe, baby.” I push against the resistance, her tight muscles making it slow. Pain is written all over her face, her scream echoing through the woods. She tries to crawl away again, and I grab her hips, yanking her back into place. “Stop fucking fighting me,” I grunt, the urge to slam into her tearing at my control.
