Page 4 of Always A Villain (Revenge Duet #2)

He hums as his tongue pushes deeper inside my tight hole, and I cry out.

His tongue is relentless, licking, probing, making me squirm beneath him.

Then his finger slides into my pussy, and I jerk with a sharp moan.

Tightening his grip on my hips, he adds another finger, pumping in and out of me, all while his tongue continues its wicked torture.

My body is trembling, the orgasm building so fast I can barely catch my breath.

I’ve missed this. I’ve missed him.

Sensing how close I am, he withdraws his fingers, leaving me gasping as his tongue circles my ass again.

“Axe,” I whimper. “Fuck me.”

“No. Not until you beg.”

I want to resist, to hold on to some scrap of pride, but his mouth returns, his tongue thrusting deep, and I break. “Please, Axe,” I moan.

“Say you’re mine,” he growls.

“I’m yours.” The words tumble out. “Oh fuck, Axe, please!”

“Tell me you missed me.”

“I missed you. Fuck, I missed you.”

“Say it again.” He plunges his fingers back inside me, curling them until they hit the spot that makes my vision blur.

“I missed you,” I gasp, voice ragged, and before I can even brace myself, my body explodes, legs shaking violently as the orgasm rips through me. I scream, his name caught in my throat as I’m consumed, unable to catch my breath.

His fingers slip out of me, his tongue lapping up every drop of my release, prolonging the pleasure until I’m gasping for air. I barely hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, the zip of his pants. Then his hand is tangled in my hair, yanking my head back as he pulls me to my knees.

“You missed this,” he growls, sliding his hard cock along my soaked heat.

“Yes!” I grind against him, desperate for the friction.

“Beg for it. Beg for my cock.”

“Please,” I pant. “Please, fuck me.” I’m beyond caring, past any pride—I'll say anything to feel him inside me.

“Say it again.” His grip on my neck tightens.

“Fuck me, please!”

He presses the tip against me, just barely pushing in, making me whimper in frustration. I push back, but he keeps me on the edge, teasing.

“Such a good girl. I fucking love your body.” His hand traces over my skin, lingering on his mark. A shiver ripples down my spine. “Your tight pussy, your perfect ass...it’s all mine.”

“Axe…please.”

“I want to hear you scream.” He shoves me forward and slams his cock into me—hard.

“FUCK!” The sudden fullness tears a cry from my throat, the stretch of him making me convulse.

“Oh, little siren, you feel so fucking good,” he groans, his blunt nails biting into my skin.

“So fucking tight.” There's no easing into his thrusts. Electricity pulses through my body as he buries himself completely, his body slamming against mine, taking me hard and fast. It’s equal parts unbearable and addicting.

He pulls out, only to drive back in, deeper this time. My legs are shaking, struggling to hold me upright as he pounds into me. I should be used to his size by now, but every time, it feels like he’s splitting me apart, wrecking me in the best way.

“Fuck, oh fuck!” I cry out, the sensation too much. His grip is possessive, claiming, making sure I remember who I belong to. I am his.

His.

“Scream for me.” His hand flexes on my neck, holding me firmly, and his cock drives deeper with every punishing thrust.

“SCREAM. For. Me,” he demands, each word punctuated by a brutal stroke.

“Axe,” I gasp. “Oh fuck, Axe, please.”

His fingers dig harder into my flesh. “Please what?”

“Please,” I beg between moans. “Fuck, oh shit, please.” My voice is barely coherent, shredded by gasps and whimpers.

“Come on, Rory.” He mocks. “You can do better than that.”

“Please, Axe! FUCK ME. HARDER!”

His response is instant—he slams into me, harder, faster, bending me to his will. Pain and pleasure blend into something primal until I can't tell where one ends and the other begins.

I’m lost in him, lost in the raw power of it all, and I love every savage second.

Suddenly, he shoves me forward, forcing me face-down onto the bed. The angle makes me gasp—intense, deep, perfect . I’m pinned, helpless, at his mercy.

“Come for me, little siren,” he snarls, voice dripping with control. “Come on my cock. NOW.”

Releasing my neck, he slaps my ass. The orgasm barrels through me with a force that leaves me screaming his name repeatedly.

I can’t move. Can’t think. Can barely breathe. But he doesn’t stop—he keeps driving into me, his pace becoming desperate. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he holds me up.

He’s close. His grunts are low, gravelly, his body shaking with the effort.

Tears prick at my eyes, the intensity of it all threatening to overwhelm my senses. His cock throbs, his warm cum flooding deep inside me as he shudders, collapsing against me.

He’s heavy on top of me, chest pressed against my back, his arms holding me tight.

I don’t want him to let go. Don’t want this moment to end.

The realization washes over me. After everything—every moment of pain he's caused me, all the things he said, every tear he's yanked from me—it doesn’t matter. Not when he looks at me like this, not when his touch ignites something inside me that I can’t explain.

It’s more than lust. More than a craving.

It’s something I’d rather choke on than admit.

I want to hate him. I want to pretend I’m not falling for him, but let’s be real, I am. And that’s not the worst part.

No, the worst part is that he’ll never feel the same.

Axel Hawthorne doesn’t love. He doesn’t feel. He doesn’t want anything but a toy to play with, and that’s all I’ll ever be to him.

He slowly pulls out, groaning deeply. When he rolls onto his side, the emptiness he leaves behind is a physical ache. I move onto my back, the dull throb between my legs reminding me of his strength.

Propping himself up, his face hovers inches from mine. “I’m not done with you.”

“Axe, I can’t…” But before I can finish, his mouth crashes into mine, his tongue slipping inside with a fierce urgency. When he finally breaks away, I’m breathless, his scent filling my lungs, his taste lingering on my lips.

With a sudden movement, he grabs my hips and lays back, tugging me toward him.

“No, Axe,” I protest, squirming against his hold. “I’m too sensitive.”

Ignoring me, he moves my legs over his shoulders, pulling me closer until his mouth finds my pussy. I gasp as his tongue laps up the mixture of our cum.

The way his mouth sucks and kisses has my hips grinding against him, his hands gripping and squeezing my ass as he plunges his tongue deep inside me. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, grinding on his mouth as another orgasm builds, tension tightening in my core.

“Fuck, Rory, you taste delicious,” he murmurs, his voice muffled against my skin. His hand smooths up my waist to grip my breast, kneading hard.

“Axel,” I pant.

“Come on, little siren,” he urges, pinching my nipples, the sharp sting making me jerk and buck against him. “Let me taste that sweet cum.” His tongue swirls around my clit, the scrape of his teeth sending shock waves all the way down to my toes.

“Rory, give me what I fucking want.” I’m powerless to resist his command—I snap.

I scream his name until my voice gives out, my body convulsing under the force of pleasure.

He continues to lick and suck, his mouth devouring me, each sensation testing my limits.

I squirm, pushing him away, but his hands clamp down on my thighs, holding me in place as he laps up my arousal.

Finally, he releases me, and I collapse against the bed, muscles weak and heart racing. He reaches out, cradling my chin, and a smirk tugs at his lips.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, his fingers grazing my cheek. His praise sends a warmth flooding through me, and I lean into his touch.

“Axe—” Before I can finish, his lips capture mine, silencing every thought in my head. I moan as I taste myself on his tongue. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, reveling in the softness of his lips and the heat of his body.

Breaking the kiss, I meet his intense gaze, searching for something in those dark brown eyes. “Did you mean what you said after the hospital...that you don’t hate me?” The words have been on replay in my mind, a fragile hope clinging to each syllable.

“Yes,” he replies, his fingers tracing the brand on my ass, a possessive gesture that makes my heart sickeningly flutter. “I don’t hate you.”

“Did you mean what you said in the basement...that I’m just—” But I’m cut off again as his lips crash into mine. He kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. His fingers caress down my back, nails dragging along my skin.

“You can’t just kiss me to avoid answering my questions,” I whisper against his lips .

“Rory,” he breathes, the sound rough. “Little siren.” Reaching up, he brushes against the stitches on the back of my head. His jaw tenses as he holds my gaze, that damn Adam's apple bobbing with an audible swallow.

His touch is so gentle, a stark contrast to the moment we just shared, but it’s exactly what I need most. I want him.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he says, but his expression remains unreadable. “Go to sleep.”

Then he stands, grabbing his clothes, the soft click of the door closing behind him. Why the hell do I want him to stay?

But as much as I hate to admit it, I don’t want him to leave.

I sigh and pull the blanket tighter around me, deciding against a shower. I want his scent to cling to my skin. It’s pathetic. But I’m too exhausted to care.