Page 42 of The Villain

Torturing me with a vibrating dildo up my ass was a good one, but Cian was capable of worse punishments. I was already on edge. I didn’t want to find out how far he’d take this tonight.Stripped bare, I couldn’t hold back the memories anymore. They all rushed through me, and the words followed.

“Growing up, I had a friend. Conrad. He lived in the trailer park. He was older than me, and since my dad was a piece of shit, Conrad took care of me. He made sure I had clean clothes. He kept me fed. He—” I swallowed thickly, remembering how stupidly happy I’d been when Conrad had given me his full attention. “He was everything to me. But I started to see him differently as a teenager. He was a natural leader. Liked control. I saw him one time on the way home from school. He had another kid on his knees in front of him, and Conrad was… He wasusinghim. And he looked so powerful. I wanted that. I wantedhim.”

Cian was completely still, his face intense but controlled. I couldn’t read him. “Keep going,” he ordered.

I sank down further, taking another few inches of the toy. The burning stretch and slight pinch of pain grounded me.

“I decided I was going to save myself for him. I’d be the very best, so he’d want me. So he’d keep me. I thought he was what I wanted… But when I turned eighteen and finally confessed, he rejected me.” The anger wasn’t sharp anymore. In fact, it was barely there at all. I’d torn out the root of whatever feelings I had for Conrad a year ago. “The fantasy life I’d built in my head, one where he kept me and took care of me, was just that. A fantasy.”

I sat back further, until the flared base of the dildo touched my stretched rim. “So I forgot the life I’d dreamed about. One where I kneeled for a powerful man. One who could dominate me.” My lips curled into a smirk. “And I became powerful instead.”

I lifted myself up and then sank back down onto the toy. My head fell back as I moaned, reaching for my cock, but Cian cut in with a sharp command.

“Hands behind your back.”

I gritted my teeth and obeyed, once again clasping my sweaty hands behind me.

“Where’s Conrad now?” he asked. Deceptively calm.

A different kind of alarm blared in my head, and I froze. A red haze slipped over my vision. The words came out in a snarl. “Don’t touch him.”

Cian’s expression went nuclear. He turned the toy on, and stars exploded across my vision. His inked fingers closed around my throat, squeezing tight. My body jerked, and the movement shifted the dildo, sending the vibration against my prostate.

My eyes crossed and my entire body shook. But Cian didn’t waver as he hissed inches from my face. “Do you still want him? Do you wish you were taking his cock right now?”

I could barely think with this toy vibrating in my ass, could barely talk with his massive paw squeezing my throat.

“No,” I rasped, meeting Cian’s ice-blue gaze. “I don’t want anything to do with him. But I already hurt him enough. Leave him alone.”

Cian’s fingers squeezed tighter. He pressed the remote again, and the vibration rattled my teeth. Didn’t he believe me? I’d never been more truthful with anyone in my life. “Now I know he wasn’t what I wanted. Becauseyouare.”

A moment passed. Then the vibration abruptly stopped, and his hand left my throat. My body sagged forward as I coughed, but Cian didn’t give me time to recover. He rose to his feet and moved behind me. I glanced back as he lowered into a crouch, his gaze locked on my ass.

“Move. I want to see you take it.” I pushed myself up, then sank back down. My thighs burned. My knees ached. I did it again. And again. Cian’s breathing was ragged behind me. “You look so good stretched like this. You’re going to look even better when you’re stretched wide on the end of my dick.”

I changed my angle. The toy hit my prostate again, this time without the vibration, and pleasure zinged up my spine. I gasped, my head hanging between my shoulders until I felt fingers prodding at my rim. I jerked at the touch. “Such a pretty hole. You’re going to suck me right in.”

Then boots appeared in front of me. I dragged my head up, muscles protesting as I continued to fuck myself on the toy. Cian sank down onto the couch, one hand wrapped around his massive cock as he stroked it from root to tip. His piercing dangled from the angry red head, and I licked my lips. His mouth twisted in a cruel smile.

“You’re going to beg for my cum, devil. Because that’s what you really need, isn’t it? That’s what you could never get from your fingers or from a toy. Youneedto be bred like a little bitch.”

A cry wrenched from my throat as I slammed down on the toy hard enough to clack my teeth together. My cock leaked, and my balls fucking ached. I needed to come more than I needed air.

“Please,” I heard myself say it. Begging. Doing exactly what he said I would. Cian worked his cock even faster. Until his hand was nothing but a blur. Until the fleshy sounds of him jerking off were all I could hear. “Please, Cian.”

He sneered as he pinned me in place with his eerie eyes. “This is how I want you. Focused on me. And only me. I want to be your entire fuckingworld.”

“And what if I want that, too?”

He threw his head back with a groan as he camehard, shooting his release all over his jeans and the floor. I watched it fall, my mouth watering as I worked myself on the toy like I’d die if I stopped.

Cian growled and reached forward to grip my hair. The toy popped free from my ass as he tugged me toward him, and my hole gaped around nothing. I whimpered as he shoved myface against his inner thigh, where a long, thick dribble of cum remained. My tongue was out before he could give the command, and I lapped it up like sustenance after a week of starvation. I licked his jeans, the couch, and the last remnants leaking from his tip.

Cian shoved his leg between my thighs, forcing me to straddle his big boot. My cock rubbed along soft, worn denim as I gave one weak, mindless thrust.

His fingers remained in my hair as he tugged my head away from his crotch. “You wanna come?” His voice sounded different. Rougher. Like he’d smoked a pack of cigarettes in the last five minutes. “Hump my leg, little bitch. Just like that. You know what to do.”

In some far recess of my mind, I felt shame. But that shame was overshadowed by want and desire and the utterrightnessof this moment. Of being nothing but Cian’s toy. Of knowing I had been good for him. I pressed my face against his thigh and opened my mouth, sinking my teeth into the fabric and catching the muscle underneath.