Page 17 of Always A Villain (Revenge Duet #2)

M y steps are silent as I move into Rory’s room. Her soft breathing fills the space, steady, unaware. She’s curled up, her blanket barely covering her body. Vulnerable.

I take a seat beside her, the mattress dipping under my weight.

Brushing her hair from her face, I drag my thumb over her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch.

She has no fucking clue what she does to me.

No idea how much I crave her—how much I want to ruin her in every way possible.

She thrives on fear, danger, pain. And tonight, I’m going to give her exactly what she needs. She thinks she can hide it; pretend she isn’t built for this. But I’ve seen it—the hunger in her eyes, the way her body reacts to me, the way she breaks so beautifully when I push her past her limits.

Rory is a filthy little slut who craves the darkness— my darkness.

I watched her fuck herself with the masked man’s knife. My knife. She’s obsessed with him . But she doesn’t need him.

I’ll show her. I am the one who fulfills her deepest, sickest cravings. I am the one who owns her body, her pleasure, her pain. She belongs to me, and I’m going to make her fucking understand it. I'm going to show her what a monster can do.

Tonight, she’s my prey.

I yank the cloth sack from my pocket and pull it over her head.

Instantly, her body jerks, panic kicking in.

A sharp, muffled scream rips through the fabric.

Her hands thrash, legs kicking wildly, sheets tangling around her.

I climb onto the bed, pressing a knee against her chest, pinning her down hard.

She bucks beneath me, struggling, but it’s useless—she’s blind, disoriented, powerless.

Her wrists come together in my grip, and the zip ties snap tight, digging into her skin.

“AXEL!” she screams.

She won’t know it’s me until I’m ready. Until she’s completely helpless, exposed, stripped down to nothing but raw fucking need.

Her screams grow louder, her voice cracking, but no one’s coming to save her. Kane’s locked away. Griffen knows to stay the fuck out of it.

I will break her tonight.

And she’ll fucking love every second of it.

“AXE! HELP ME!”

Her body shakes, pure terror wracking through her .

Little siren, I’m right here.

I throw her over my shoulder. My grip tightens on her bound wrists, the way they struggle uselessly, making my blood thrum hotter. The excitement, the adrenaline, the power—it’s a fucking drug.

The second we hit the garage, she fights even harder, twisting, her cries bouncing off concrete.

Doesn’t matter.

I toss her into the truck bed, her body hitting hard against the metal with a thud. She writhes, the zip ties biting into her skin. I slam the tailgate shut. Locked in. Trapped. Mine.

Her sobs tear through the air, fueling the heat crawling up my spine. She’s terrified. Fucking perfect.

Firing up the engine, the roar drowns out the last remnants of the world around us. Her body jerks with the movement, sliding across the truck bed as I slam the gas, the tires kicking up gravel. My grip tightens on the wheel, veins pumping with something dark and primal.

She thinks she’s afraid now?

I drive deeper into the trees, away from eyes, away from interruptions. Away from salvation. I don’t stop until we’re deep enough that even if she screamed until her throat bled, no one would hear her.

Slamming the brakes, the truck jerks forward, sending her body skidding again. I kill the engine.

Grabbing her bound wrists, I yank her out. Her bare legs kick against me, useless, her sheer nightie bunched up, thighs exposed, soft skin flushed from the cold. I throw her over my shoulder again, carrying her farther into the woods.

“Please let me go! Axel! Help! ”

The trees swallow her pleas.

When I reach the clearing, I slam her onto the ground, pinning her under my weight. The moonlight slashes across her skin, highlighting every flawless curve, every inch of her that belongs to me. I’ve waited for this. Planned it. She doesn’t even know how long I’ve wanted to hunt her.

She looks like a fucking angel—laid out, helpless, perfect.

“Axel!” she screams in raw panic. “Help me!”

My cock throbs, pressing against her as I lean in closer.

“Little siren, I’m right here.” I rip the hood off, letting her see me. The second her eyes lock onto mine, fury and something darker flicker in those blue depths.

“You motherf?—”

I slap a hand over her mouth, cutting off the insult, feeling the heat of her breath against my palm.

“Your filthy fucking mouth, I love it.”

She bites down—hard. The pain is sharp, and it only makes my cock harder.

“Bad girl.” I pry her jaw open with my grip, forcing her to let go. “You want it rough?” Leaning down, I drag my lips over her cheek, inhaling her fear, her arousal. “I’ll give it to you rough.”

I pull my knife from my pocket, flicking it open with a sharp click. Her breath hitches, but I see the way her thighs tense, the way her nipples pebble under the thin fabric of her nightgown.

Fear turns her on.

Dragging the blade down her chest, I slice through silk, exposing her tits. Her exhale is ragged, her body frozen beneath me .

“Axel…” she trembles to say, but it’s not just fear in her voice. It’s something deeper. Something darker.

I lean in, my mouth brushing her ear. “You’re going to run.” I trace the blade down to her stomach, the cold metal making her flinch. “And I’m going to catch you.”

She whimpers.

“When I do, I’m going to fuck you. Hard. Until you bleed. Until you’re crying for me to stop. Until you’re begging me not to.”

A tear slips down her cheek, but her body betrays her—hips shifting, nearly panting, pupils blown wide.

“You want it, don’t you?” I taunt, dragging the knife lower, pressing it just enough to make her gasp. “Say it.”

She shakes her head, but I see the truth in her eyes.

Liar.

I slice through the zip ties binding her wrists.

“Run,” I order.

Her body tenses.

Then, in a blur of movement, she scrambles to her feet and bolts into the trees, her nightgown fluttering behind her, bare feet barely making a sound.

I let her go.

I give her a head start.

One minute.

Two.

Five.

My blood pounds, my cock aching with anticipation. The need to chase. The need to hunt.

The need to own.

I roll my shoulders, take a deep breath, and then …

I run.

My heart races like it’s about to burst. Adrenaline surges through me as my feet dig into the soft earth, propelling me forward. The trees and shrubs blur around me, my eyes stinging from tears. He’s completely insane. This is sick and twisted—he’s psychotic.

The cold air bites at my chest, my nipples hard from the chill and the fear clawing at me. This flimsy nightgown is useless against the cold. Branches tear at my skin, scratching as I race through the woods, my feet slipping on the damp, rotting leaves.

Each breath feels like I’m inhaling fire. My muscles scream with every frantic step. I can’t outrun him forever. He’s going to catch me. No matter how fast I push, I know it.

And when he does, he’s going to fuck me—hard. And the messed-up part is, I know I’ll love it.

That thought jolts me with terror, propelling my legs faster. The woods stretch on endlessly, moonlight casting shadows that dance like creepy fingers trying to grab me. My foot snags a root, and I go down hard, knees slamming into the ground.

A sharp cry escapes me as pain ripples through my body. Rocks tear into my palms, but I force myself up, dirt caking my legs. The wind howls, the rustle of leaves sounding like whispers, mocking me. Everything feels alive and hostile.

My heart pounds in my ears, my limbs shaky. Somewhere behind me, I hear it—the faint crunch of leaves. He’s coming.

I push through the agony, forcing my legs to move. The darkness presses in tighter, swallowing me, shadows shifting. I don’t know where he is, how far back. But I know he’s closing in.

And when he finds me, there's no escape.

On the edge of collapse, I hear his footsteps approaching. My legs scream in protest, muscles burning, but I push harder. Panic gnaws at me, threatening to take over. I’m not going to make it.

His breaths are heavy, so close now I can feel it on my skin. Desperation drives me, forcing one last sprint. My body’s a wreck—every muscle aches, my lungs on fire. Just when I think I can't go any farther, his arms wrap around me like a vise, yanking me down.

We hit the ground hard, my scream swallowed by the impact as I land on top of him. I thrash, trying to break free, but he’s all muscle, solid and immovable. His grip is iron, and in one swift roll, he pins me beneath him. His weight crushes me into the dirt, the rough ground scraping my skin raw.

A cry slips out—fear mixed with something else.

I’m not even sure what it is, but it terrifies me.

He pins my wrists above my head with one hand, his body pressed into mine, every inch of him dominating.

The moon casts just enough light for me to catch the dangerous glint in his eyes.

His free hand grips my throat, thumb brushing over my trembling lip.

“Little siren,” he growls, voice thick with desire, “I’ve caught you. ”

Before I can respond, his mouth crashes into mine, the kiss rough, stealing the breath from my lungs. His tongue invades my mouth, and I don’t resist. I can’t. His teeth scrape against my lips, but the pain only fuels the fire burning inside me.

I push against him, not because I want to get away, but because I need to feel him holding me tighter.

I need the fight. He growls into the kiss, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood.

The metallic taste fills my mouth as I moan, the sound somewhere between a cry and pure pleasure.

His body crushes mine, muscles straining under his shirt, and all I can think about is how much I want him. All of him.

He breaks the kiss, sitting up, his hips locking mine in place.

His knife flashes in the moonlight, slicing through the flimsy fabric of my nightgown with a sharp snick.

The material gives way easily, and he tosses the blade aside, grabbing the torn cloth and ripping it open, baring me completely to him.

I can’t suppress the whimper that escapes as his feral gaze travels over me.

There's no hesitation, just pure, unadulterated hunger in his eyes.

Without warning, he shifts his weight and flips me onto my stomach, forcing me down into the dirt. The torn fabric of my nightgown is yanked roughly around my wrists, binding them tight. I fight, jerking my arms to free myself, but his hands clamp down, unrelenting, forcing my wrists together.

“No!” I cry out as I struggle to crawl away, to do anything, but it’s hopeless. His strength is overwhelming, and the rush of fear blends with something darker, something I hate to admit is there .

“Oh, little siren,” he purrs, the sound thick with lust. “Yes.” The hiss of his zipper is unmistakable, and I feel his weight shift behind me. His thighs force mine apart, his warm cock pressing against my soaked entrance. My heart races so fast it feels like it might explode.

“Axe,” I gasp.

“I want this to hurt,” he growls, no remorse in his tone. His cock presses against my opening, and my entire body tenses. I brace myself, but nothing could prepare me for the pain that tears through me as he pushes inside. The thick head forces my walls apart, and I scream.

His fist twists into my hair, yanking my head back as he drives deeper. Another scream rips from my throat, my body arching involuntarily as the unforgiving pain shoots through me.

“That's it. Scream for me.”

With brutal force, his hips snap forward, his cock filling me so completely it feels like I'm going to break. Every thrust is punishing. My cries mix with his guttural groans, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the night.

My wrists burn, his grip unyielding, the torn fabric biting into my skin. He drives his cock deeper, sending tears streaming down my face. Each brutal thrust forces my body into the unforgiving ground, the rough earth scraping against my skin.

But my body responds to it all, the slick heat of my arousal coating him as he pounds into me savagely. Dread and unbearable desire bleed together until I can’t tell them apart.

A sickening heat coils low in my belly. Fear, adrenaline, pain, pleasure—it all collides in a dizzying storm that leaves me gasping, teetering on the edge of something terrifying. Something I desperately need.

“Axel!” I sob, choking on my cries. “It hurts.”

“I know, baby,” he growls through clenched teeth. He doesn’t ease up—if anything, his sadistic satisfaction drives him harder. “You can take it.”

With one more vicious thrust, my body comes undone.

The orgasm slams into me, a violent eruption of ecstasy that forces a scream from my throat.

It surges through me, making me convulse beneath him, blacking out my vision.

But he doesn’t stop—doesn’t let me come down.

His cock pistons deeper, his grip bruising, pushing me past any threshold I thought I had.

“Please,” I gasp, overwhelmed.

His reply is a cold, breathless snarl. “I'm not stopping, Rory.”

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 against my 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.