Page 10 of The Villain

He shut the door behind him, and the click of the lock made my heart race. He crossed his arms over his massive chest and stood with his feet braced apart, unmoving. I’d noticed his tattooed hands before, but now I saw them clearly—massive lion paws, claws stretching down each finger.

“Where have you been?” I snapped, because I had no self-preservation skills.

I waited for the blow, but it never came. Instead, his expression remained carefully blank. Not even the twitch of a claw-covered finger.

“What route did the Bonnams use when they ran guns for you?”

Really?He’d finally shown up after days of silence, and this was what he said to me? I narrowed my eyes. Fuckhim. Nowthat he’d brought up business, I felt like I’d been drenched in ice water.

I snorted. “Fuck off. Just kill me and avenge your father. Let’s get this over with.”

“Don’t act stupid. No one in my position, in this entirecountry, would kill Devlin Walsh without getting information first.”

Well, that was too bad. I wasn’t going to give him shit. The longer I held out, the more time he’d spend trying to get information out of me.Him. Not his minions. He was the type of man who had others dump my piss bucket, but he would never assign the all-important job of torture-for-information to anyone else. He wasn’t that type of leader. I just knew it.

“I don’t know any Bonnams,” I lied.

He drew closer, and something in his blue gaze set off a warning flare in my head. Which I ignored. Anything to break up the monotony of captivity and keep him in my sights.

“Is this really the game you want to play, devil?”

Yes. Yes it was. This was the exact game I wanted to play—at least, I was pretty sure it was… I might feel differently once he brought out the hammer and pliers.

Then again, I’d had my jaw shattered a year ago, and the physical pain was nothing next to the hollowness in my chest I’d been living with ever since.

So, yeah. Bring on the fucking games, lion king.

I hauled myself to my feet, which only brought the top of my head level with his nose.Fuckhe was big. Then I gathered all the inner strength I could muster.

“Maybe I’m too much for you. Maybe you should hand me off to someone else?—”

A hand gripped my chin so hard I felt bones grind, and two thick fingers forced their way between my lips, pressing down on my tongue. I gagged immediately at the intrusion as the lionking pulled me by the jaw. My back hit the wall to my right, and I gagged again. The fingers slowly stroked over my tongue, my molars—and the lion king stared at me with those eerie blue eyes the entire time. There was a slight curl to his lip, a mix between loathing and leering that I felt in my balls, and my cock showed its first sign of life since the last time I’d been in the lion king’s presence.

He slid in a third finger as drool pooled in my mouth. My lips stretched obscenely around his thick digits, and I fisted my cuffed hands in the front of his shirt.

This man was all shadow and strength. Power and sex. My eyes felt heavy, my limbs loose and weak. Shame burned through my gut, but arousal overpowered it. I wasn’t in control of my body. My dick was making decisions my brain hadn’t signed up for.

His chest expanded on a deep breath and brushed against my own. My nipples pebbled under my shirt, and my cock was now embarrassingly hard. My head spun and my vision blurred as oxygen grew scarce in the small room. The lion king was consuming it all, drawing it into his massive lungs. I was going to die of carbon dioxide poisoning with a still-hard dick. I’d be buried with a boner.

A fourth finger joined, jammed in deep to the knuckle. Only the paw on his tattooed hand was visible now, claws curling over my lower lip. Those blue eyes seared into me as spit dripped down my chin, wetting my shirt, and I barely managed to hold back a whimper as I shuffled my feet. Suddenly, a massive thigh was shoved between my legs. He was so tall, his knee pressed right under my full, aching balls, trapping them against my body.

“Oh fuck,” I mumbled around his fingers, though it came out more like, “Oooh fuuhhhgg.”

All at once, the fingers were gone. The lion king wrapped a hand around my throat and squeezed until I felt like my eyes would pop. I sucked in saliva and searched for my dignity, but it was long gone. Then the most horrifying thought entered my mind—my mouth feltempty. And worse, I wanted his fingers back.

“What route did the Bonnams use?” he demanded again.

My mind spun.What’s he even asking me?Fucking business again?

I thought I was playing a game. I thought I knew the rules, too. But I was rapidly realizing this had never been my game—it had been the lion king’s all along.

And because I was a fucking idiot. Because, once again, I had no damn common sense. Because I loved poking the bear… or lion… I swallowed around my tight throat and lied again, “I don’t… know… the Bonnams.”

The lion king’s eyes flashed, then his fingers were back in my mouth. Just two this time. He hooked them over my lower teeth and shoved down. Hard. My knees hit the floor with a thud. He shoved his fingers deeper, nearly touching my tonsils, and my mind reeled as he flicked open the button of his jeans with his other hand and yanked down the zipper.

A massive cock, framed by a thatch of thick, dark hair, sprang from the opening of his jeans like an animal from a cage. I could have sworn the fucking thing roared. The shaft was nearly the width of a Coke can and marbled with angry purple veins. He was cut, and the broad head had a thick silver ring pierced through the tip.

He gripped the base of his cock, his face almost fully in shadow as he looked down at me while I trembled on my knees. So I gripped the leg of his jeans, trying to ground myself before I levitated away. I wasn’t in my body anymore. I wasn’t even onthis planet. I was on another plane of existence entirely, staring at the most perfect cock I’d ever seen.