Page 14 of Always A Villain (Revenge Duet #2)

O pting to stay outside for a while, I move down the alley. The distant pulse of music fades, replaced by cold night air. But the quiet’s shattered when I spot two men stepping out a side door, dragging Rory between them.

“Let go of me, you fucking assholes!” She thrashes, but one of them holds on, the other reaching out to stroke her cheek.

“Don’t be rude,” the drunk bastard slurs. “We don’t like being ghosted after all the fun we had.”

I see red. Blood rushes in my veins, every muscle primed to strike. They’re her old clients, no question—and they just signed their death warrants.

“Get your fucking hands off my wife,” I snarl, my voice low and lethal .

They whirl around, surprise flickering before giving way to smug amusement. Rory’s wide-eyed, cheeks flushed with fear and a hint of relief.

“Your wife?” the first one scoffs.

“I won’t repeat myself,” I growl, stepping in, fists twitching to unleash hell.

“Huh, did you know your wife is a?—”

I slam the handle of my Glock into his nose, feeling the crack of bone. Blood sprays, and I don’t stop. I smash him again and again, bones crunching under each blow until he collapses at my feet.

The second guy pales as my eyes meet his. I drive a brutal kick into his knee, the joint snapping with a satisfying pop.

“FUCK!” he screams, collapsing. Towering over him, I flip the Glock in my hand, grabbing him by the throat and dragging him upright. He sputters, eyes flooding with terror.

“Apologize.” I squeeze until I feel his pulse hammer. “Apologize to my wife.”

“I’m…sorry,” he chokes out.

I slam him against the alley wall, the impact rattling up my arm. Then I crack the butt of my Glock across his skull, and he crumples, blood pooling on the ground around my shoes.

I glance at Rory. She’s breathing hard, eyes wide, lips parted, leaning against the wall. I’ll finish those bastards off once she’s inside—slit their throats, dump their bodies.

“Did they hurt you?”

“No.” She stares at the men, dazed. “What the hell...” she mutters, more to herself than me.

Fighting the adrenaline down, I tip my head back .

“You’ve never called me your wife before.”

My eyes snap to hers. I just beat two men half to death, and that’s what she’s thinking about?

“You are my wife. Remember ?”

“Yeah, but you’ve never said it.” She steps closer, biting her lip, eyes locked on mine. Her hands slide over my chest, heat from her touch sears through the fabric. “I think I like it,” she whispers, voice dripping seduction.

Christ. She’s turned on.

She’s fucking perfect.

“Good.” Our tension twisting into something hot, animalistic.

Releasing a breathy moan, she presses against me, fingers trailing down my stomach. My cock’s already rock hard.

“Baby, my hands are filthy.” I raise them—bloodied, the gun still in my grip.

“I like filthy.” Her lips curl, and she leans in, dragging her tongue along the barrel, never dropping my gaze.

I love this woman.

“Fucking hell, Rory.”

She undoes my pants, freeing my cock. Her hand closes around it, stroking slowly, deliberate. Teasing, she’s still licking the gun, and I groan at the sight—dark, depraved, perfect .

Gripping the back of her neck, I pull her into a brutal kiss. I taste champagne on her lips, steel from the Glock. She moans, fingers tightening on my shaft. Every stroke has me seconds from losing it.

“I’m gonna make you come on this gun.” I speak against her mouth. “Then I’m gonna fuck you like the dirty little slut that you are. Now suck.” I shove the gun in her mouth, her lips instantly wrapping around it.

My free hand yanks at her dress, pulling the fabric aside. Her eyes stay on mine as I slide my thumb between her legs, finding her slick and ready, soaking through the lace of her panties.

Fuck.

She whimpers, her body arching into my touch. Her hand never slows, stroking me faster, harder. It takes everything in me not to take her right now, to bury myself inside her and pound her into the fucking concrete.

“Spit.”

She obeys, saliva running down the barrel, coating my fingers.

“Good girl.”

I pull her panties to the side, dragging two fingers through her slick folds, coating them in her wetness. Pushing one, then another finger into her tight, dripping pussy, I work her cunt as she works the gun.

“Fuck, you're a dirty little whore, aren't you?”

Her hips grind against me, and I thrust my fingers deeper, curling them to hit that spot to drive her crazy, her walls clenching around me.

“You like getting fingered in the alley with those bastards bleeding next to us?”

She whimpers and moans, the sound echoing in the alley.

Another finger. She’s tight, so fucking tight, her walls squeezing me as I pump faster. She whimpers when I slide my fingers out and pull her hand off my cock.

“Eyes open,” I command, and her gaze snaps back to mine. “Be my good girl and come.” I remove the gun from her mouth and thrust the barrel inside her.

Crashing my mouth on hers, I swallow every moan. Her nails digging into me as she grinds against the steel.

“Come.”

Her orgasm rips through her, body shuddering, legs shaking, her screams smothered by my mouth. I hold her upright, drinking her in and working her through every wave.

“That's it,” I coax, stroking her hair, kissing her, keeping her pressed against me as she trembles. When her breathing finally steadies, she meets my eyes, pupils dilated, lips swollen, her cheeks flushed. I remove the gun, the metal shiny with her arousal.

“Turn around. Hands on the wall. Now.”

She obeys. The sight of her bent over, legs spread, ass bare, has me fisting my cock, ready to explode. I kick her legs farther apart, and she looks back at me, her blue eyes glazed with lust.

I slap her ass, the impact stinging, a bright pink print blooming where my palm connected. She lets out a delicious little whimper. I run my cock through her slick heat, coating the shaft. I press the tip against her entrance, and she pushes back, greedy for me.

“Don't move,” I order, and she whines, but she stays still. I bring the barrel of the gun to my mouth and spit before teasing her asshole with the tip.

“Axe,” she gasps.

I quickly press my chest against her back when she starts to shift, pushing her into the rough brick. Grabbing her hair, I tug her head to the side and lean in, grazing my teeth along the delicate skin of her neck.

“I said, don't fucking move.”

Her inhale is sharp as my cock slides into her, slowly stretching her open.

“So. Fucking. Tight.”

“Take a deep breath, baby.” The cold steel of the gun presses against my tight hole. His chest is heavy and warm against my back as his teeth graze my neck, a low growl in his throat.

All the breath is pulled from my lungs as he thrusts his cock fully and the gun inside me at the same time. Pain mixes with pleasure, making me shiver.

My ass stretches painfully around the steel barrel, but it only fuels my need. A low moan escapes my lips, and I press my palms harder against the rough brick wall, desperate for something to ground me.

He pulls the gun out, sliding it back in, alternating with his cock thrusting deep into my aching pussy. My knees threaten to buckle as I take the double penetration, every inch of me filled. He's stretching me so full, hitting me so deep.

“Axe, it's too much. I can't?—”

He bites down on my shoulder. The sharp sting makes my head spin .

“Yes, you can.” He kisses the bite mark, soothing the sting. “You're my good girl. My wife .”

I’m tingling all over. He's praising me, and it's fucking glorious.

With a moan, I push back to meet his thrusts, matching his pace. The steel barrel slides in and out of my tight ass, the sensation almost too much. He's using me like a dirty little toy, and I fucking love it.

“I want you to swallow my cum,” he grunts.

Before I can respond, he pulls out his cock and the gun. The empty sensation jarring. Wrapping his hand around my neck, he whips me around and forces me to my knees.

My balance is shaky, my legs like jelly.

The concrete is cold and rough against my knees. The head of his thick cock nudges against my lips. I open my mouth, letting him in.

The taste of salt and musk take over my senses as his length hits the back of my throat. I gag at the sudden intrusion, but he grips my hair, holding me in place. A deep groan rumbles through him, and I feel his muscles tense.

“Fuck, Rory,” he growls, his voice husky. “Swallow every last drop.”

His release fills my mouth, and I try to swallow it all. But he doesn't stop, his hips thrusting wildly. Cum spills from my lips, dripping down my chin. My eyes are watering, my lungs burning, but I don't pull away.

Finally, he releases his hold on me, and I collapse to the ground, gasping for air. He kneels beside me, cradling my face. His thumb swipes at the cum dripping down my cheek, and he pushes it past my lips, forcing me to swallow .

Before I can catch my breath, his lips are on mine.

His tongue invades my mouth, tasting himself, mixing his seed with his spit.

Wrapping his arm around my waist, he yanks me to my feet, our mouths still fused.

He presses me against the brick wall, and I moan as I wrap my legs around him.

His hands are everywhere—my hips, my thighs, my ass, my breasts.

It's a frenzy of need, both of us desperate to consume the other.

“Fuck, little siren, what you do to me…” His breathing grows ragged as he trails off.

I cling to him, my nails raking down his back. Groaning, he bites down on my bottom lip, and I arch against him. “If you don't stop, I'll keep fucking you until you can't walk straight.”

“That doesn't sound so terrible.”

His hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back to look at him.

“Oh, trust me, baby, it will be.”

As the rush of pleasure fades, it hits me.