Page 7 of Always A Villain

“Dude, what’s your fucking problem?” Griffen scoffs, swinging his empty bottle toward Axe. “I’m just talking. No need to get all worked up.”

He leans in, his breath hot against my ear. “Go to your room. Wait for me.”

I know that tone, the one that saysdon't fucking argue with me. And like an obedient little attention-starved whore, my body obeys.

I shove down the disgust at how easily I submit, slipping upstairs while the sound of Kyla’s shrill screaming and the crash of punches echo behind me. I’m barely waiting for the water to warm up when the door flies open, and Axe steps in, shirtless, wiping the blood dripping from his nose. His scent hits me first, and damn it, the familiar heat pools low in my stomach.

His gaze drags over me, lingering on my hips, then my chest. There’s a smirk tugging at his lips, but it’s not playful.

He steps closer, fingers threading through my hair, yanking my head back just enough to meet his eyes before his mouth claims the soft skin of my neck.

“Axe, I need to shower,” I manage to protest weakly.

“No, you don’t.” He drags his tongue along the curve of my throat, trailing hot, wet kisses. His free hand slips beneath the hem of my sports bra. “You taste so fuckinggood.” The words vibrate through me as his fingers brush my bare skin. His grip tightens on my neck, just enough to make me moan.

“You’ve been avoiding me, Rory.”

“Have not.” My breath hitches his fingers find my nipple and roll it between them. “You’ve been avoiding me,” I shoot back, barely holding together.

“Is that so?”

Walking me backwards, his hands roam my body roughly. In one smooth move, he pushes me onto the bed and climbs over me.

“Did you miss me, little siren?”

I smile at the question he always asks when he returns.

“No,” I lie, my breath shaky, eyes trailing down his sculpted body.

Smirking, he yanks my sports bra over my head. I lean back on my elbows, and he dives for my breast, swirling his tongue around my nipple. A gasp escapes me as he sucks harder, teeth grazing just enough to make me tremble. His fingers slide down, peeling my leggings away, leaving me in nothing but underwear.

He presses his hand against the wet fabric, his fingers slipping between my legs. “Well, that’s unfortunate. Because I fucking missed you.”

Before I can reply, his hands grip my hips, flipping me onto my stomach.

“Oh god,” I groan.

“God’s not here. Onlyme—the devil.” Reaching around in one swift motion, he rips my panties away, tossing the shredded fabric to the floor. His tongue traces a slow path along my skin, the roughness of his stubble teasing me.

“You’re not the devil. Just another monster.”

His chuckle rumbles against my back as he leans in closer, breath hot against my ear. “You’ll worship me all the same.” My body shudders under his touch, on the verge of caving. “Now, let me show you how much I missed you. Show you how much you've been on my mind, every singlefuckingday—tormenting me.”

He grabs my hips, yanking me back so my ass is in the air. Before I can process what’s happening, he’s pulling my cheeks apart, his tongue licking my asshole, circling, teasing.

“Fuck, I want to devour you. Lick every fucking inch of you until you can’t think of anything else.”

“Axe,” I whimper, hating how desperate I sound, but I can’t help it. My body craves him, craves this.

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 missedhim.

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.”