Page 80 of The Villain

I felt the blood drain from my face as I stared at the box. “I’ve never used one before.”

“You want me to do it for you?” he challenged.

“Never mind,” I huffed, then stalked toward him and snatched the douching kit from his hands. “I’ll read the instructions.”

“Smart man,” he said in a patronizing tone that made me want to smack him. “And Dev? Dr. Bev tested us, and everything came back negative. So I’ll be using you bare.”

I entered the bathroom with the echo of his voice in my head and the promise of his cum branding me. I showered quickly, watching as the water running down the drain turned pink with blood that wasn’t mine. The kit was easy enough to use, but I had a hard time concentrating because I knew exactly why Cianwanted me clean for him. I finally emerged from the bathroom in a towel, my cock tenting the front like it had a mind of its own.

Cian stood at the end of the bed, his cock bulging obscenely against the thin fabric of his briefs. Even the outline of his piercing was visible. With his hands on his hips, he jerked his chin at me. “Drop the towel and sit on the bed. Back to the headboard.”

My fingers automatically untied the towel, and I left it where it fell. His eyes tracked me as I walked to the bed. My cock felt like a third leg now, and my balls hung full and heavy. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come. Now that my body wasn’t in constant pain, I could feel how pent up I was.

I climbed onto the mattress and slid back against the pillows. Cian remained standing at the foot of the bed like a sentry. “Lean back and spread your legs.”

My breathing stuttered as I slowly shifted back. I knew what he wanted to see. I bent my knees and planted my feet wide on the bed. When I reached down to fist my cock, his lips curled in a predatory grin.

“No,” he rasped out, and my hand immediately stilled. “Don’t touch your cock.” He pointed to a bottle of lube nestled in the pillows. “Coat your fingers and show me.”

I closed a trembling hand around the bottle. “Show you what?”

“Show me how you tried to satisfy yourself before me.”

A strangled sound left my throat, and my cock jerked against my stomach. At my hesitation, Cian bent at the waist, bracing himself with both fists on the bed. The muscles in his shoulders bunched as he narrowed his eyes. “Now, Devlin.Show me.”

I poured the lube over my fingers, making a mess as it dripped over my stomach. With one hand flat on the bed, I slid the other down my groin and under my balls. My finger trembled as I pressed it against my hole. I sucked in a breath atthe feel of the cool lube, but it quickly warmed as I moved my fingers over the puckered skin. I focused on Cian’s eyes and the way he watched my hand with an animalistic hunger. His clawed fists flexed on the bed, while the lion on his neck roared silently as his Adam’s apple bobbed with a swallow.

I moaned as I finally slid one finger inside, and Cian’s nostrils flared. I was so turned on that I easily slid another in next to it. My rim stretched as I pushed them in to the first joint. Then all the way to the knuckle. B.C.—Before Cian—this was serviceable. But now, I only felt desolate. Pitiful. Empty. A pained whine clawed up my throat.

Cian’s eyes darted to mine. “It’s not enough, is it? Not even close.”

I scissored my fingers and worked them in and out of my body. With every movement, they felt more and more like cheap imitations. “N-no. Not enough.”

“I know,” he said softly as he dropped his boxer briefs to the floor. The piercing on the head of his thick, veiny dick glinted in the morning sun streaming through the glass door. He moved forward with one knee on the bed. Then another. He prowled across the bed toward me on all fours before settling back on his heels between my legs. And then he slid two lubed fingers in beside mine.

I whimpered at the burn and tried to pull my fingers out, but he held my hand in place. His fingers curled and brushed my prostate, and my body jerked as pleasure zinged up my spine.

“Better?” he asked.

“B-better,” I rasped.

“But it still isn’t enough. I know it isn’t. This is why you have a death wish—because you’re so empty. Now that I own you, I’m going to fill you so full you can’t even think about leaving.”

I stared into his Irish eyes and rolled my hips. “P-please.”

He pulled his fingers out, and mine along with them. I nearly wept at how empty I felt, and my hole closed around nothing but air. Cian lubed up his cock, then gripped my thighs with his big hands. He tugged me toward him with a grunt and propped a pillow under my lower back and ass. I gripped the sheets as he stared at my hole. He rubbed a calloused thumb over it before he pushed inside. Then he pulled out. In. Out. Teasing my sensitive rim. I squirmed beneath him until he pressed the pierced tip of his cock against me. I tensed. I expected him to slam into me, because Cian was all aggression and power. Instead, he planted one hand next to my head while the other gripped the base of his shaft. He pressed inside slowly, so agonizingly slow, until my rim stretched wide around the bulbous head.

My heart felt like it was going to stampede out of my chest. “Cian. Please, just?—”

He sat back on his heels again and clamped a hand around my throat. “We’re going atmypace. I want to watch your face while you take every inch of the dick that owns you.”

Air rushed from my lungs. My head spun. I couldn’t speak. I could only lie here and take what Cian gave me. His speed, his control. My hole throbbed and clenched around his cock, and his piercing dragged along my inner walls as his thick shaft claimed me. I couldn’t move, couldn’t press deeper, because Cian held me with one hand on my throat and the other on my hip. He slid inside me until there was no space left between us and I was a quivering mess of raw nerve endings.

Cian stared at our connection, and his lips pulled back as he shuddered. Then his gaze traveled up my stomach to my face. I wasn’t sure what he saw there, but whatever it was, his expression morphed into a feral grin. He pulled out a fraction before sliding back in with a stronger thrust. Once. Twice. I jolted with each movement.

“I knew it.” He was so smug now. “Thisis what you were made for. Taking my dick like a good little bitch.” He pulled out nearly to the tip, then slammed back inside with a snap of his hips that sent stars exploding behind my eyes.

I arched my back and hissed. “Yes.”