Page 57 of Always A Villain
Gritting my teeth, I fight the heat spreading throughout my core. “I hate you,” I hiss brokenly.
His grip tightens. “Say it again.”
“I hate you,” I gasp, but the pleasure is twisting, spiraling, impossible to deny. His cock slams into that perfect spot, massaging me straight to the edge.
“Liar.” His hand drops between my legs, fingers pressing against my clit, and I shatter.
Her pussy tightens around my cock, and my name rips from her throat. I slam into her harder, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing off the walls. Every thrust drives deeper, her body squeezing me like she was made for this—for me.
Mine. Completely.Forever.
I grip her waist, forcing her to take every inch. She’s still wrung out, over-sensitive, but I don’t let up. Every breathy gasp, every ragged moan fuels the need raging inside me, my blood pounding as I chase that final rush.
“Fuck, little siren,” I grunt through clenched teeth, driving deep one last time as I come, filling her with my cum. I hold her tight, keeping her against the wall, my cock buried inside her, making sure she takes every drop. Her back molds to my chest. I press a kiss to her shoulder, my lips grazing herdamp skin.
“I love you, Rory.”
The words feel strange, but they escape me like a fucking confession.
Her body stiffens. “What did you say?”
“I love you.” I swallow roughly.
She pulls away, my cock sliding out. Turning in my hold, eyes wide, face streaked with tears, she stares up at me. I can see the war inside her—the disbelief, the pain, the fucking devastation I caused.
“I’ve never said those words to anyone,” I admit, my thumb brushing her jaw. “Not my parents. Not my brother. No one. I never knew what they meant until you.”
Fresh tears spill down her cheeks as she yanks her leggings up, creating distance.
“I don’t believe you,” she chokes out.
“I don’t give a shit,” I snap, zipping my pants.
“How can you say you love me after everything you’ve done?” Her voice is barely above a whisper.
“Because it’s true.” I step forward, but she flinches, pressing herself against the wall. The look on her face guts me in a way nothing ever has.
“No.” She shakes her head.
“Rory.” I move closer, but she sidesteps me. Extending my arm, I cut her off.
She’s seething when her eyes meet mine again. “I. Don’t. Believe. You.”
“And I don’t need you to.” My hand moves to the gash on her cheek. She flinches at the touch, her eyes squeezing shut.
“Axe,” she says on an exhale, and fuck, the way she saysmy name... “If this is a game, then you can end it. I can’t keep living like this.”
“This isn’t a game, Rory.” I cup her face, but she jerks away. “This is real.”
She stares at me, eyes full of rage and pain. Then, her voice cracks wide open.
“Did you love me when you held me down and branded me?” she spits. “Or when you threw me in the basement and told me I was nothing but a hole for you to fuck?”
Her lip quivers, and she shoves past me, stumbling toward the window.
“No. I didn’t love you then.”But I fucking do now.
She lets out a bitter laugh. “Then why the hell should I believe you? You’ve done nothing but lie and hurt me.”
