Page 56 of Always A Villain

“Please…”

“But you will never,everget away from me.” His breath brushes my ear. “I’m not letting you go.”

“You don’t even want me.”

“I do want you,” he whispers.

The confession cracks something deep within me. I replay every touch. Every time he fucked me. The masked man—the first time he took me was with a knife…the night after I threw one at Axe.

How could I not have seen it? How could I have been so completely stupid?

It was him all along.

“Stop,” I cry out. “You divorced me! You don’t?—”

His lips crush against mine, cutting me off. The kiss is rough, his teeth nipping at my lip hard enough to sting. I shove at his chest, but his grip tightens, fingers tangling in my hair, forcing me deeper into it. A whimper escapes before I can stop it.

“Shut up, Rory,” he growls, sounding exasperated.

I try to jerk away, but he holds me in place, lips dragging down my jaw, hot breath skimming my skin. “There’s nothing I won’t do to keep you safe. If signing a fucking piece of paper is what it takes, so be it. No one is taking you from me.”

My breath catches. “Axel?—”

“I’m the only one allowed to hurt you.” His teeth scrape my shoulder, and my breath shudders out. “The only one who gets to fuck you.” He bites down, his hand gripping my hip. “The only one who gets to use you.”

I push against him, but he doesn’t let go. “I hate you,” I snap, shoving at his chest.

“I don’t care.” He slams me into the wall, his handpinning me there, fingers curling around my breast, squeezing just enough to make me gasp. “I’ll take your hate, little siren. You can hate me all you want. You’re still mine.”

His hand slides into my leggings, fingers finding my clit with ease. I bite my lip hard, refusing to let him see how easily my body betrays me.

“I hate you,” I whisper, but it comes out shaky, breathless.

“Tell me again,” he taunts, dragging his fingers through my wetness, pushing two inside me.

I inhale sharply. “I hate you.”

“You always were a terrible liar.”

He presses deeper, curling his fingers just right, tearing the air from my lungs. The pleasure coils, intense and inevitable, twisting against my will. I grip his wrist, but it’s useless. He works me higher and higher until I’m clawing at his shoulders.

“I HATE YOU!” I scream as the orgasm rips through me. My legs wobble, but he holds me up, fingers still deep inside me as I convulse around him.

Then he’s spinning me, shoving me against the wall, his body caging me in.

“I. DON’T. FUCKING. CARE,” he spits.

I hear the rasp of his zipper, and before I can think, before I can protest, he yanks my leggings down, the fabric burning my ripped skin.

His hard cock presses against me. “All that matters is that you’re fucking mine.”

Gripping my hips, he shoves me forward, spreading me open for him. Then he thrusts, stretching me wide, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal motion. My breath rips frommy throat, body recoiling at the sudden intrusion.

He pulls back, only to slam into me again, and I arch against the wall, fingers scrambling for something to hold.

“Christ, Rory,” he groans. His hand wraps around my throat, holding me flush against him as he fucks me harder. The pain from last night lingers, but it mixes with something vicious—something hotter.

I brace my hands on the wall, but he grips my waist, pulling me onto his cock with each thrust. “Fuck, you feel so good.”