Page 68 of Villains and Vengeance
As if to punctuate his promise, he takes my wrists and drags them over my head, holding them there tightly so I can’t pull them back. I swallow hard.
‘What will you do then?’ I can’t help but ask, almost not wanting to know the answer, but needing to at the same time.
Jayce’s reply is immediate. ‘I’m going to leave my door open, so all the others can hear your cries and how you beg as I edge you. I’ll do it for hours, baby girl. Just to see how long I can stand it, how longyoucan take it. I’ll use my fingers, my tongue, toys. Fuck, I’ll even use my brushes to make you writhe, paint your juices over you like a canvas.’
‘I didn’t know you were an artist,’ I whisper, not trusting my voice as his fingers part me.
He growls out an ‘aye,’ before he groans low in satisfaction. ‘You’re sopping wet, baby.’
He works two fingers into me, making me whimper as he stretches me, still holding my arms and his gaze not leaving my face.
‘You like the scene I’m painting in your mind, sweet? When your pretty cunt has had enough of my teasing and all the others have been drawn in to watch what I’m doing to you, I’m going to let you come. So. Hard. You’ll be so grateful to me for finally allowing it. But we’ll not be finished. The others will want you. Shall I let them play too? They’ll take their turns and you’ll come for them as well. As many times as we see fit before we finally stuff your holes full of our cocks.
Holy shit!
His fingers leave me and I mewl, so close and wanting them back, but what nudges at my entrance is thicker, more insistent.
He pushes into me with a gentleness that surprises me, makes my heart melt a little even though I’m trying to keep him out.
‘You’re such a good girl,’ he mutters. ‘Perfect for me. Perfect for us. We’re going to give you everything and you’ll give us everything too. Won’t you?’
‘Yes!’ I cry, succumbing to his actions, his words. ‘Everything.’
He slams the rest of the way into me, holding me firmly so my body can’t escape him, as if it would want to. As ifIwould right now when all I can think about are the things he’s doing to me that are going to send me straight over the edge.
I wrap my legs around him tightly and he looks surprised for a second before he grins and pulls me closer.
‘Perfect,’ he mutters. ‘Beautiful.’ He keeps up the pace, ravaging me in the most delicious of ways and continuing the praise that has me drawing closer and closer to the best kind of oblivion. ‘So intelligent, so wonderfully delicious. A perfectly naughty girlwho comes so prettily on my cock,’ he growls low.
It’slikea command and that’s what finally tips me over the edge. I buck hard with a scream that I try to muffle by turning my face into my arm and biting down on my bicep. He follows a second later, burying his face in my hoodie as he roars his release.
When he’s done, I think he’s going to retreat, but he doesn’t. He stays where he is, making sure his weight isn’t stopping me from being able to breathe. He keeps his still-hard cock inside me.
He moves my hair out of my face. ‘You’re everything I said,’ he murmurs, ‘and more. And Iamgoing to tie you to my bed sooner or later, lass. You can be sure of that.’
I don’t say anything, but I realize with a sinking feeling what this really is. He knows what I want better than I do. It’s literally how he survives and he doesn’t need his lull to do it. He’s trying to entice me, make mewantto bring them with me when it’s time to go. He knows I can’t be trusted. He’s trying to make me believe he cares about me. He’s trying to make me fall in love with him. The realization isn’t a shock or a surprise, but it gives me a pang in my heart that I was so right.
But, instead of me rubbing my chest to ease the physical hurt, Jayce’s hand comes up and absently rubs his own.
My eyes widen. He can’t feel what I …
He looks confused and then his eyes alight on mine and his face erupts into a massive smile. ‘We can feel each other!’ he breathes, his awe palpable.
Nowthisis a shock and surprise! What does this mean? Is this what I’ve been feeling with Axel too?
‘That’s impossible,’ I say.
But he shakes his head. ‘Not impossible. Just very rare these days.’
His eyes move over my face and I can feel his concern. This is so weird.
‘What does this mean?’
He shrugs. ‘The real question is, what were you thinking about to feel that pain here?’ His hand brushes over my heart.
I play along, try to put the emotions that he can feelawaysomewhere so he can’t read me so easily.
‘I just realized that this is some freaky, binding, supe thing and I’m never getting rid of you guys,’ I snort with a roll of my eyes.
