Page 30 of Always A Villain

“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, andthat’swhat 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 slutthat 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.