A Gorgeous Villain (St. Mary's Rebels 2)

The head of his cock is there and, still holding my panties, he raises his hips and pushes in.

He rams his way into my core and all my thoughts vanish. They leach out of my mouth in long groans and gasps as my mouth falls open and my spine arches up against the front seat of his Mustang.

And my hands.

They claw into his forearms, drawing blood. Because I’ve never felt this before. I’ve never felt this kind of pain.

It explodes in my stomach and coats my eyes with thick tears.

Tears for him.

Exactly what he wanted.

And even in this pain, my broken heart smiles. My stupid broken heart smiles and spins inside my chest, knowing that I gave him what he wanted.

After hurting him so much, lying to him so much tonight.

Because yeah, I was lying.

Or rather, I let him make assumptions.

Because I haven’t done this before. No one’s been inside my body before tonight.

Before him.

I did meet a Toby, yes. I did kiss him, but that was it. I couldn’t mislead him when I was still hung up on someone else. I couldn’t kiss him because I wasn’t kissing him, I was kissing the guy who broke my heart.

The guy who’s taken my virginity tonight without even knowing.

He never would’ve done this otherwise. I know that.

His protectiveness would’ve stopped him and I wanted this to end.

He’s so strange, this villain.

Whose hips are raised and whose body is taut and bowed under me and who’s breathing into my neck, puffing out warm breaths.

Who’s lodged so deep inside of me that I can feel him throbbing. I can feel him pulsing as I try to draw breath. As I try to dull my own throbbing.

My own pulsating, beating core that is wracked with pain.

And I think just like I can feel him, feel his dick beating inside me like a heart, he can feel my channel pulse around his rod as well.

He lifts his head and looks up at me. His lips are wet and parted like mine and his eyes are drugged and shimmering as he looks into my wet ones.

His jaw clenches at my tears and I know, despite everything he said, despite all his anger and jealousy, he’s brimming with regret.

And he proves me right when he carefully, oh so carefully, reaches up and wipes off a lone tear that had fallen down my cheek without me even knowing. He not only wipes my tear but he also wraps his big, strong arms around me and hugs me to his chest.

He hugs me so tightly that I can’t stop my tears. I can’t stop myself from crying for him as I burrow my face in his neck.

I feel him open his mouth on my forehead and breathe out in a puff as he shushes me. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. I’ll make it better, okay?”

I nod, rubbing my nose in his wet t-shirt.

He rubs his lips on my skin, rubs his arms on my spine, all the while making soothing noises, all the while whispering, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I got… I got carried away. I got so angry. I shouldn’t have —”

“No, it’s going away,” I whisper back, looking up at him and meeting his molten eyes.

His thick frown ripples. “Yeah?”

“Yes. Just kiss me.”

He studies my face for a beat, maybe to see if I mean my words, and when he’s satisfied, he gives me what I want.

He kisses me.

In the exact opposite way of how he entered my body, breached my virgin hole.

He kisses me softly and tenderly and wetly. And hungrily too.

And I shiver in his arms, suddenly all achy.

All restless and hungry, just like him, and I’m the one who makes the next move then. I’m the one who shifts on his lap because I want more. Because I want him, and of course he senses that.

He gets that my pain is slowly receding and to help me along, he brings his fingers back to my clit. He rubs it in slow circles, all the while kissing me as he moves under me as well.

He starts with slow, gentle pumps, languid and lazy. They heat up my blood and my skin. They fog up the windows with my gasps and moans.

They make my pussy leak too.

She cries for him like he told me she would and eases the way for his cock.

Suddenly his pumps have become shorter. His thrusts have become faster and so freaking good that I push back against him.

I moan into his mouth, fist his hair and twist my hips, rock them in time with his pounding cock.

I can feel the air growing hot, growing musky and thick. I can feel his abdomen bunching up and tightening under me, feel the muscles of his thighs.

I can even hear them slapping against my butt as he kisses me and plays with my clit.