Page 81 of The Villain

With a growl, he gripped my hips and thrust in again. And again. His pace quickened, and he fucked into me deeper. Harder. I screamed and writhed on the bed as I tasted my salty tears. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I held on tight as Cian used me like only he could. He drove me into the mattress with every stroke until the headboard clattered against the wall and the box spring creaked in protest. My ass smacked against his groin as my body molded around his—as he claimed every inch of me.

“You did such a good job saving this hungry hole for me.” His voice was pure power. “And now I need to make sure I feed it.” He emphasized each word with a savage thrust and grind. “Three. Square. Meals. A. Day.”

He changed the angle of his hips, and my brain left the room. The building. FuckingEarth. I screamed and tossed my head as I clawed at his arms. Cian panted above me, muscles straining, before he pitched forward with one hand beside my head. He closed his fingers around my cock and stroked in time with his brutal pounding.

He snarled in my face. “I will fuck this reality into you. You’re mine, Devlin.All. Fucking. Mine.”

I detonated. My vision whited out, eyes rolling back in my head as my mouth dropped open on a silent cry. Cum splattered my stomach, and my body bucked with a mind of its own, releasing what felt like a lifetime of torment. Cian slammed into me with a snarl, and I could feel his cock swell and pulse, filling me to the brim with his cum. His stomach slid against mine, smearing my release between us. His cock gave one last pulsebefore he collapsed against me and groaned into my neck. My legs dropped to the bed as my muscles completely gave out.

Cian’s breath warmed my skin as he remained there, buried inside me. He took my right arm and wrapped it around his shoulder. Then he did the same with my left. I curled my fingers around his neck and rubbed the short hair at the base of his skull. My mind was a warm bed of cotton, and I couldn’t sort through any of my thoughts. I didn’t want to. I wanted to live in this moment forever, cum drunk and full of Cian.

His softened cock finally slipped free, and he rolled over to lie on his back, pulling me on top of him. Then I laid my head against his chest to listen to his heartbeat. I squirmed as I felt a dribble of cum leave me, and his hand slid down my back, over the swell of my ass, to press against my hole. He pushed two fingers inside, just up to the first joint.

“Do you get it now?” his voice rumbled quietly. “I’m keeping you.”

I didn’t respond. Couldn’t. This was pillow talk, and he’d wake up realizing I wasn’t someone people kept.Hewas the one who needed to face reality. Not me.

But that little flame of hope inside me roared like a motherfucker now, because Cian had just dumped gasoline all over it.

When I didn’t answer, his fingers flexed against my ass before he let out a ragged breath. “You’ll see.”

TWENTY-TWO

Devlin

I woke to Cian both behind me and inside of me. His hand collared my throat as he growled in my ear. “I told you. Whenever and however I want.”

He ravaged my hole with powerful snaps of his hips. Each time felt like a punishment. An exorcism. Part of me vaporized with each breath that tore from my lungs.

I dug my fingers into the sheets as if I could white-knuckle the hold on my sanity. “Are you trying to fuck the devil out of me?”

He bit down on my earlobe as he thrust in hard and ground his hips on a twist that made my eyes roll back. “No. I like you a little evil.”

I pressed my face into the pillow and stroked myself to orgasm. As I sprayed the sheets with cum, Cian spilled inside of me with a hoarse shout. His hand tightened around my throat, and he sank his teeth into my neck. Hard. “You’re mine,” he rumbled against my skin. And I believed he meant it. For now.

“I know you’re testing me,” he continued as he pressed two fingers into my sore hole and swirled them around. “And you won’t win, Devlin.Iwill.” He pulled his fingers out, soaked with his cum, and dipped them into the mess I’d made on the bed. Then he pressed them to my lips. “Open. Taste how good we are together.” I sucked his fingers into my mouth, tasting the combination of me and Cian, and he slid them toward the back of my throat until I gagged.

With wet fingers, he gripped my chin and kissed me, swiping his tongue inside my mouth to taste us together. It was filthy and delicious. Tears burned the back of my eyes. I wanted to tell him that he was perfect. I wanted to tell him that I’d be his forever. But my brain rejected the words before they ever reached my mouth.

When he pulled away from the kiss, what came out instead was, “You’re breaking your promise.”

For a moment, I thought he’d actually hit me. And maybe a part of me wanted him to. All he had to do was punch me. Tell me he was giving up. That this wasn’t worth it. Then he could find someone sweet, and easy, and doting.

Instead, Cian ground his teeth and said, “My promise was that my face would be the last thing you ever see.”

“You promised you’d kill?—”

“No. I didn’t. Maybe I said I would, but I never promised that.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Semantics.”

“You know what?” He fisted my hair. “I’m not arguing with you about this. My facewillbe the last thing you ever see, whether that’s tomorrow or when we’re eighty. Because you’re not fucking leaving me.”

I gritted my teeth. “Right. You’ll leaveme.”

Cian’s eyebrows lifted into his hairline. “Oh really?”

“Yes.”