Perfect Villain (Dark Lies Duet 1)

His filthy words are almost as exciting as what he’s doing with his fingers—which only intensifies when he brushes the tip of his tongue over my clit. He works me like he was born to do it, so skilled there’s no room for self-doubt or shyness. I don’t have to hide from him. I don’t want to.

The friction builds, my legs tensing as I lift my hips from the mattress and keep them that way, like my entire body is straining to prepare for my release. “Keep going,” I whisper, my head rolling from side to side, fingers tangled in Christian’s hair. “Please, baby… keep going…” I’m gasping for air, panting, fighting to reach the finish line. “I’m going to come!”

And when I do, it’s with an explosion of sheer delight. “Yes!” I shout, my head snapping back, toes curled. Wave after wave of unspeakable bliss crashes over me, pulling me under where it’s sweet and warm.

When I open my eyes, looking down the length of my body, I find him licking his fingers clean, his eyes half-closed in what looks like sheer pleasure. Like I’m some exquisite delicacy he’s been craving for ages. Something about his greediness stirs the dying fire in my core to new life. It leaves me feeling sexy and sensual. Desired.

Our eyes meet, and I’d swear his look is darker than usual. Like there’s something new behind them, something I’ve only ever caught flashes of before. It should scare me, that look, but it only makes me crave more. I want to know how far he’ll take me.

“You’ve got my cock throbbing,” he informs me in a deep, dangerous voice. As if to prove himself, he gets up on his knees and takes his shaft in hand. Pre-cum drips from the tip, the head dark and swollen. “I’m going to make you come on it again.”

“Yes.” It comes out before I know what I’m saying. “Make me come again. Fuck me, Christian.”

“That’s right.” He’s almost smiling, the expression holding a dangerous edge as he parts my thighs to make room for himself. “This pussy is mine. You already crave the way I feel inside you.”

“I do,” I admit, my chest rising and falling faster with every breath. Preparing for what’s going to come next.

It isn’t like the first time. He doesn’t hesitate even a second before plunging in, parting my lips, and stretching my tunnel to the limit. That first thrust alone is enough to make my head fall back—he’s so thick, driving me to the edge of pleasure and hinting at a little bit of pain, but I like it.

He must sense that, because he withdraws before slamming into me again. We crash together, and I can’t help but gasp a little from the force.

“Mine,” he growls before driving into me again, taking me by the hips and holding me in place. “Mine.”

“Yours,” I gasp out before he slams home. This isn’t lovemaking. This is fucking—raw, dirty, and I could sob with joy because it’s oh, so goddamn good.

“Only I will fuck you,” he grunts, teeth clenched, his muscles contracting every time he thrusts into me. “Only me, beautiful. I’ll make you fall to pieces on this cock. Screaming my name. Weeping from pleasure.” His fingers dig into my hips, and it almost hurts, but I wouldn’t make him stop for anything. I want to see how far we can go.

I reach out, my nails running down his chest until he sucks in a surprised breath and rewards me with sharper, harder thrusts that leave me squealing in time with the crashing together of our bodies. “And now that you’re mine, you’ll belong to me forever. Say it.”

“Forever!”

“And one day, I’ll take this ass.” His fingers dig into me, making me gasp and grit my teeth against it. “I’m going to take all of your holes, Siân. Your entire body belongs to me.” I only nod, tensing at the idea but brushing it off. Even now, I know he’s saying it because he’s half out of his mind with his dick doing the thinking.

My boobs bounce up and down from the force, and I hold them steady, squeezing them for his enjoyment. “Oh, yeah,” he grunts. “Touch yourself. Play with them.” I do, pinching the nipples the way I’ve only ever done when I’m alone. It’s nasty, dirty, and it seems to drive us both even wilder.

I’m getting close, the familiar tightening coming up fast. “Come with me,” I beg when the tension is too much to bear.

He responds by baring his teeth and pummeling me almost brutally until tears leak from the corners of my eyes, and there’s nothing to do but scream his name the instant before I shatter, my heart ready to burst from the strain.

He drives himself home one last time, roaring his own release, but I’m too far gone to hear him. I’m floating in absolute bliss, my mind blown, every care and worry wiped away in favor of complete peace.