Page 91 of The Villain's Beast
“Gideon, I…” His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and he shook his head. Slowly he let his hands fall to my legs, fingers splayed out against the top of my thighs. He touched me tentatively, like he had no right to it.
There was a flash in his eyes, a fleeting moment, where I worried he was going to say no. Worried he was going to tell me things had gone on too long and too far for us to find a way out of it. And in that flash, I imagined strapping myself to my father and taking us both down to the bottom of the pool because if the resolution of this stupid game left me alone again…
I didn’t want any part of it.
I pushed up from the desk, standing at my full height, towering over him. Fletcher tilted his head back and stared up at me, his jaw the only tight part about him. Our toes touched and we were sixteen again, except this time it was my hand in his hair, my mouth driving the kiss. I crashed our mouths together before he could answer because he’d taken long enough and I was tired of waiting.
I’d never realized how often I caught the smell of chlorine in my nose. How often my nightmares of my past held me prisoner in the present. But with Fletcher’s tongue in my mouth and the smell of him wrapping around me like the most delicate, golden ribbon, all of that was gone. I didn’t think about dying, didn’t think about revenge or power or money.
I thought about the only thing that had ever mattered in my life.
I thought about Fletcher Sinclair. I thought about him coming downstairs, fresh after fucking Luca and Daren. Thought about him rutting Bellamy into the forest floor on initiation weekend. Thought about all the other people he’d had over the last six years while I’d had no one before him.
“Do you still want me?” I asked again, pressing the question into the corner of his mouth with my swollen lips. My fingers tightened in his hair and he looked me dead in my face and told me the truth I’d been running from my entire adult life.
“No.”
Chapter 63
Fletcher
“No,” I said, shaking my head and moving my mouth back over Gideon’s. “I fucking need you. I’m never walking away from you ever again.”
The relief that rolled over us both with my confession was palpable, and Gideon kissed me so hard, our teeth clacked together. He was so much bigger than me, so much stronger, and he had me turned and lifted onto his desk before I’d even managed to lick my way back into his mouth to kiss him back.
“Are you really going to kill your father?” I asked, fear and arousal wrapping around my spine and snaking through me while we kissed. Gideon ripped me out of my pants, and I toed off my boots to help him along. I rucked my shirt up beneath my chin so I could stare down my chest and get a better view of my cock, of his…once I got him out of his jeans.
“Yes,” he whispered. “I’m going to wring his neck at the bottom of the pool.”
I took Gideon’s thick cock into my hand while he spoke, feeling him burn and throb with every word that left his mouth.
“I’m going to crush his windpipe with my bare hands. I’m going to watch him die in the place he tried to kill me and failed.”
Precum leaked out of his tip and smeared against my finger.
“You’re so fucking turned on right now,” I murmured, using his cock like a leash to yank him closer. It was hard work to get both our dicks into my hand, but I did the best I could. The feel of his hardness against my erection had me falling backward over the desk, the culmination of years of fuckingwanttoo much for me to fight any longer.
We’d fucked before out of rage and desperation, but the heat between us now sat differently. It was solid, unbreakable. Even when Gideon put space between us to get lube from his desk, the strings were still tied, the connection ever present. It had always been there, I imagined. Like cord tightened around my wrists at sixteen, being told I had to break not just Gideon’s heart, but my own. And the distance between us, the time and the years, it simply wound around me. Day after day, tighter and stronger with every pull. There was no escaping the power Gideon North had over me, and that didn’t scare me anymore.
The future he’d come so close to convincing me that we could have was actually within my reach. His father would be out of the picture, and that was enough of a break in the foundation for me to strike against mine, but I wouldn’t have to do it alone. Gideon would be with me. Maybe even Daren and Luca…maybe Bellamy too.
I watched, rapt, as Gideon slicked his dick and lined up with my hole. I spread my legs and lifted off the desk to give him room, crying out when he pushed into me with no prep and no warning.
“Hush now, Sin,” he whispered, falling forward over me and brushing my hair back from my face. “This is nothing, it’s nothing.”
Another inch.
“It’s everything,” I bit out.
Emotion welled up in my throat. It was anger, and love, and desire, and rage all at the same time. Everything I’d ever feltevery time I’d ever thought of Gideon North converged on my heart at the same time, in the same breath, and he was all the way inside of me for only the second time in our miserable lives, but somehow he’d been there all along. Being with Gideon was like coming home.
Like finding peace.
“Oh, God,” Gideon groaned, hiking one of his legs up onto the desk to sink even deeper into me. His eyes rolled back and his entire body shuddered, and I slid my hands down his back to steady him.
“It’s nothing,” I whispered, closing my eyes and just letting myselffeel.
Gideon snapped his hips hard, using his body to make liars out of both of us. He slanted our mouths back together, burying his length into me over and over and over until I was lost to the man I loved, the man I’d made. Above me, inside of me, Gideon transformed into the beast everyone else knew him as. With a wet and snarling mouth, he snapped his teeth inches away from my throat, using his cock to mark ownership of me from the inside. He reached past me, bracing himself against the far edge of the desk to get deeper, to fuck me harder.