Page 47 of The Villain's Beast

I tried to hold my pleasure off, waiting for him to take himself in hand or have me take us both, but he kept himself balanced above me, the only real pleasure I offered him being my fingers against his zipper while I brought myself off. The whole time, Gideon snarled at me, breath hot against my neck, but the longer it went on, the closer he came, until his nose was tucked securely against the patch of skin behind my ear.

“Can I touch you?” I asked.

“No.”

“Are you going to touch yourself?”

Another snarl instead of an answer.

Licking my lips, I adjusted myself beneath him until his weight scared me, until his obvioushatredfor me was close enough to bleed into my skin. I was terrified, and on the brink of coming, when another question popped into my head and before I could stop myself, it was in the space between us.

“Are you a virgin, Gideon?” I whispered, lifting my hips and pressing up against him.

He cursed, moving above me and grabbing me by the throat. Like a rag doll, Gideon shook me and hauled me up until I was half sitting, half sprawled beneath him. Completely naked with my cock still in my hand, I kept stroking myself because the rough handling and the nerves only made me more turned on. With anger in his eyes and his fingers tightening around my throat, I came with a shudder violent enough to make the bed creak.

Spurts of cum lashed out of my cock, splattering against his stomach and my fingers. Gideon’s expression turned from hatred to confusion, then something that felt very similar to disgust. He flexed his hand around my throat, which only drew another burst of cum out of my balls, then he shoved me into the sheets.

Glowering down at me from above, Gideon’s body heat still radiated against me and, lacking sense, I hooked my cum-slick finger around the waistband of his pants, trying to pull him back down against me.

“Gideon,” I whispered his name, chest still heaving with the tremors from my orgasm.

“Who are you?” Saliva swirled around his mouth before he swallowed loud enough for me to hear over the ringing in my ears from the force of my release.

“Bellamy Marchant,” I told him simply. “I’m an offering.”

“Fromhim.”

“From Fletcher,” I confirmed, even though Gideon knew the rules of initiation night far better than I did.

“Why you?” he asked, “You’re no one.”

Gideon looked at me for what felt like the first time. His moss green eyes searched my face for an answer I didn’t think either of us had. My finger pulled gently against his belt, and Gideon sighed, rocking back onto his heels.

I missed the warmth of his hand around my throat.

Scrambling out from the tangled mess of sheets, I mirrored Gideon’s pose, not caring that he saw me naked, saw my half-hard cock, sticky and wet against my thigh. I committed everything about Gideon that I could to memory, not just to tell Fletcher, but for my own memories. His hulking presence and the terrified way he touched me, like his anger got the better of him and he didn’t know how—or didn’t care—to stop it. Iknew without being told that Gideon was a virgin, which was the biggest secret I’d ever held.

“I don’t know,” I told him honestly. “I was supposed to go to college in California. I didn’t know about…I didn’t want any part of this.”

“So, you’re here against your will?”

“No.” I shook my head, carefully reaching a finger out and pressing it against Gideon’s knee. “This wasn’t the plan I had for myself, but I’m where I want to be, all things considered.”

“That’s achingly hopeful,” he said.

“It’s the best I can do.”

“You’re resilient.”

I huffed a laugh. “I’m the youngest of six brothers, I have to be.”

Gideon tilted his head to the side and regarded me thoughtfully, then ever so slowly, like I was the caged predator, not him, he reached for me. His fingertips ghosted across my jawline, and my lashes fluttered, falling closed. A shiver raced from my toes to my throat, and I was helpless to stop the quiet moan that fell out of my mouth at his touch. Even slower than he’d moved for my jaw, Gideon curled his fingers, nails digging into my cheek. He pressed hard, moving them to my mouth, hooking them around my teeth and pulling my jaw open.

My dick expanded back to life and I groaned, back arching as Gideon painstakingly manipulated my mouth with his fingers. Behind my teeth, against my tongue, hooked into my cheek, Gideon molded my mouth against his palm and I was happy to let him.

“Keep your eyes closed,” he warned, fingers pressing against my molars to pry my lips farther apart.

When he unzipped his pants, my jaw twinged with the stretch. The sound of skin against skin had me all the way hard again in seconds, and I ached to touch myself, but I knew better.There was no way I was going to break whatever spell had fallen over us. Just as quickly as it had begun, it was over. Gideon sighed and groaned as he finished, a shot of cum landing against my thigh. His other hand was still in my mouth, fingers pinched against my tongue, pulling it out like a display platter.