Page 8 of Always A Villain

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 zipof 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 poundsinto 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!”