Villain (5 page)

She was so damned wet, she took the entire shaft inside her, down to the globe at the end which stuck out of her cunt whenever he buried it completely. “Do you like it?” he rasped, quickening his thrusts.

“Yes, please,” she cried, her breasts jerking as she began to hump it, ride it, her eyes drifting shut.

“And a little slut you are,” he cooed, inching his face closer so he spoke the words into her mouth.

Her eyelashes fluttered open. When their gazes collided, he knew her lust-filled eyes could only be a mirror of his own.

She should’ve been gone by now. Instead she was begging for more, and he was aching for it, aching to give it to her.

“Where else do you want it? Tell me. In your mouth, your ass, where?”

“Everywhere.” Her sultry whisper filled him, skimming across his heated skin. “I want to be filled. I want you to fill me.”

Those wanton words were heaven and hell and everything in between to him.

He flexed one hand at his side, stretching his longest finger. “Let’s see if this will do.”

Stella screeched and bucked when she felt that finger part the entrance of her ass. It burned, stretched, and carved its way inside the tight tunnel. Choking cries tumbled out of her throat as she twisted and arched for more.

“Oh, but you want something larger, don’t you?” His breath warmed her face.

She yelped in pain, feeling something big and thick enter her ass only a second after his finger withdrew. Her eyes widened, the pain of this new, slow penetration stuffing her with a strange sort of pleasure.

Her brain was cloudy, comprehension fogged by her need. “What…what are you doing to me?”

“I’m fucking your ass with my fingers,” he murmured, wrenching the staff into her pussy while he moved two fingers behind her. “Good, hmm?”

She saw his eyes stray downward to watch the dark, smooth rod disappear through her slick folds, his features held tight with a mask of control.

She closed her eyes to block away that expression and pictured him on top of her, imagined the wooden rod was his cock inside her. In her mind, he was fucking her, like he had fucked her in her memories, in Faith’s memories. She was so wet, she felt a trickle of cream slide down one thigh as the scepter continued to stab inside her.

She did not know why he was doing this, why he did not take her, why he did not slip inside her instead of using this object. She didn’t know why she liked what he was doing to her, but she did. She was ravenous, her body burning so hot she thought her skin radiated light like a sun.

“Please,” she cried, not able to finish, but the words swam past her head, quick and desperate and loud.
I asked for your body! I want your body! I want
you,
you, you!

“I said I cannot,” he said gruffly. Sweat gathered above his brow, his breathing so ragged it aroused her just to hear it, so near to her, so sweet and warm, as he did these wicked things to her. “Now all you need is a cock to suck, and you’ll have everything you want, won’t you?”

“Kiss me,” she sobbed, and he did. She latched onto his tongue and sucked it while the thick, smooth stick pounded inside her, stretching and filling her, magnifying her need, her hunger. His fingers were vicious, plundering her ass slowly, thoroughly.

With a guttural cry, he shoved the scepter up inside her and left it there, buried to the hilt. He took a step back as if he were going to flee, his features twisted, corrupted with desire.

“Damn you,” he said, raking a trembling hand through his hair, his eyes wide as if some unknown fear had come back to haunt him.

“Don’t stop,” she sobbed. “Touch me. Please, touch me, fuck me.” She was panting, her pussy deeply impaled, her clit pricking with want.

Feeling a surge of desperation when he didn’t move and only stared at her in horror, she began to roll her hips with the stick firmly embedded inside her, keeping her painfully stretched while she twisted and moved. Sobs tore from inside her as she wished to come, to be set free of the unbearable tension inside her.

“Do you want to come?” he asked softly.

She didn’t hear the coarse desire in his voice, was only aware of the coiled tension in her sex, the need. “Please,
please
fuck me.” Stella had never had so little pride, so little honor. Begging had never cost her so little.

“I asked ‘do you want to come’?” he repeated, angry now.

“Yes!”

With the staff motionless inside her, he came to her, scraping the pad of his thumb over the damp nub of her clit. Her eyes flew wide open, and she screeched. Her hands flailed helplessly in the air as she tried to release herself, her body bucking under his thumb and the expanding force of the baton.

“Is this what you had in mind?” He pressed her clit in with his thumb, then tugged it with two fingers.

She whimpered, and he repeated the question, his voice strained.

“I said fuck me
please!”
was her broken cry.

He tweaked the nub, tugged and pulled and pressed it. She exploded, spasms bursting inside her body and rocking her with shudders.

For a long moment after, she hung limp, the ropes digging into her wrists as she let the weight of her body rest there. She whimpered when he slowly withdrew the scepter, her body mourning its loss. She could hear her own pants, each breath more strained than the last, and stared at the floor when she spoke next.

“I want you, Gabriel,” she whispered, so softly she might have only thought it. “So much it scares me.”

Time stood at a standstill as her words hung in the air between them. He moved a step back, seeking to put space between them while all she longed for was nearness. As she dragged her gaze upward, she saw him set his scepter down on the ground, noticed a spot of moistness in his pants, and the wild, tortured look in his eyes.

“Where did you hear that name?”

She couldn’t answer him, and she was too breathless to even try. His hands curled tightly at his sides, and she felt the heavy ropes loosen around her, then slither down to the floor.

Her arms fell limp at her sides, and when her body sagged, he quickly caught her. He seemed to want only to steady and push her away, but then he made a strange, choking sound, and an arm went around her waist; she found herself pressed so firmly against him there wasn’t a single inch of her front which wasn’t touching his. It felt so heavenly her hands quickly fisted around his shirt, locking her in position.

She could feel his heart beat fast against her breast, and when he rested his jaw on top of her head, she felt his rapid, haggard breaths stirring a few tendrils of her hair. His body felt so very hot and real against hers; she didn’t remember ever being this close to anyone. Being held like this.

She didn’t notice when his hands fell to his sides, she only felt his touch as he took her wrists in each of his hands and slowly began to massage them. She watched him dazedly, an inexplicable emotion crowding her heart.

“Gabriel,” she uttered, luxuriating in the taste of his name on her lips, her tongue. His dark head was bent as he smoothed his thumbs over the red marks. Just seeing him debilitated her, filled her body with a need so fierce it was overpowering. “Gabriel,
please
.”

“Fuck!” he cried as he jerked her, shoved her back against the rocky wall, pinning her hands at her sides. “I tremble at the sight of you,” he whispered savagely, his face ravaged with need, his eyes glowing with an unholy light. “I cannot think of anything except…taking you, your body.” He was ravenous as his mouth crashed down on hers. His tongue plundered inside her, greedily thrusting through her parted lips.

He devoured her with his mouth, nipping and sucking her lips, then the skin on her jaw, her ear, her neck, her shoulder. Had she not been as desperate, to be kissed and touched and felt, his bold hunger might have scared her. But she welcomed it, felt it inside her, that same unbearable need to know all of him, every secret part, every tiny detail.

Except for the visions and the time with Kevin, Stella had never been touched by a man. Not like this. Not in her life.

All her senses were attuned to him, and she felt as if all the life in the universe were gathering inside her.

She trembled, suddenly wanting to rip his clothes off and feel every scorching part of his body. Her hands tugged at his shirt as his mouth came up to hers, lapping at her lips. She latched onto his mouth, sucking his tongue deeper into her warmth, hungry and starved for him in a way she could not comprehend. His fingers brushed over her hands as he pulled away, grabbed his shirt and yanked it off, and then quickly worked to remove his trousers.

She didn’t have time to see him, for the instant he was naked, his bare flesh was flattened to her own, her nipples knowing the little hairs on his chest, his throbbing sex tightly pressing against hers. She undulated against him, coaxing him to take her hot, wanton body.

His hands squeezed her ass, holding her still as he ground his rigid length into her pelvis, his lips skimming up her jaw and to her ear.

“Let me eat you,” he said roughly. “I’m starved for a taste of you.”

He was between her thighs in a second, draping her legs over his shoulders, bracing her back against the wall.

His fingers pried through the little hairs, opening her lips to him, making her gasp when he bent his head and used his tongue to eat her.

She screamed and sank her fingers in his hair, hearing the loud echo of her cries come back to her as his tongue drifted lower and speared into her pussy, his fingers keeping her wide open.

His hungered groan caressed her sex muscles as he drew her cream into his mouth, and he seemed to savor each lick, each taste, each whimper he coaxed out of her.

She rolled her hips against his face but found no comfort, only more ache, more desperation, and more need to be stroked there.

Disentwining her legs from his shoulders, he came up, cupping the back of her knees and guiding her legs around him.

“Take me inside you.” Gabriel’s head dipped, his mouth open, moving down her neck as he twirled his tongue over her skin. His hands gripped the sides of her thighs, holding her legs around him as he pressed the head of his shaft to her cleft.

She gripped him by the hair and pulled him back to meet her gaze. “I want you in my mouth…”

“Later.” He nipped her lower lip. “Fuck me now. Milk me.
Now
.”

His hips pushed, and she gasped, his penetration fast and complete as his cock lodged itself deeply in her sheath. Her head fell forward, and she latched her teeth onto the skin between his neck and shoulder. She bit him, her hands spreading on his back before she dug her nails into his flesh.

“
Gabriel
.”

“I said fuck me,” he told her. “You wanted my body. You have it. Now fuck me.”

He clutched her face with his hands and forced her head back, his thumbs pressing her lower lip, pulling it open before he lowered his mouth to hers.

She moaned into his mouth, welcoming the plundering thrusts of his tongue. He took his fill and drew back to look at her, dipping his thumb inside her mouth. She sucked on it, ran her tongue along the salty pad while she pushed her hips against his. His penis pulsed inside her, thick and long and powerful.

Stella rode him, gliding her hands along his shoulders, down to the muscled pecs and the tiny dots of his nipples.

He hissed when she rubbed the tiny peaks under her thumbs, and he began to fuck her in earnest, a harsh, rampant pounding of his hips that made her head bob and her cries tear from her chest. She felt the pinnacle in her womb, closed her eyes, and focused on taking him in, taking him deeper, clenching around him and squeezing him until he exploded inside her. He arched his neck with a roar, plunging up to the brim. His dick pulsated inside her, blasting a string of warm semen and flooding her with her own release. She clutched him when it came, her eyes blinded but open, her lips parting in a mute cry as her body shuddered.

Undone, she sagged against him, breathing hard. Gabriel held her for a minute, then pulled back to look at her, a spark of yearning flickering in his eyes before he groaned and pulled away, avoiding her gaze.

Stella froze, startled by his abrupt leaving, her stomach suddenly caving in on itself as she stared at his broad back.

“Is something wrong?” she asked with a tinge of dread.

His head turned, only partway, but she could make out his profile, and he appeared devastated.

She reached out to touch his shoulder, settling her hand on top of it. “I don’t understand.”

He stared off into the darkness. “I’ve just damned myself to a lifetime of hell.”

The words were a puzzle to her, but felt like daggers to her heart. Why would he have damned himself to hell because of sharing this moment with her? Stella thought it had been wonderful, the best thing to happen in her boring, uneventful life.

As if he read her thoughts, he turned to face her, and for the first time ever, she thought he looked vulnerable. Neither his size, nor the empowering, palpable strength in him could conceal the hurt in his face, in the depths of his eyes. “She’s not coming back now.”

And as she heard those words, it finally dawned on her.

His promise. His vow. He’d broken it.

“You love her. You’ve been waiting for her all along.” It wasn’t a question. Stella knew it, could somehow feel the wrenching pain she’d caused. It was her fault, of course. Her sudden, inexplicable neediness. Her lust. She’d damned him with it.

She might as well have shot him.

Oh, how utterly more despicable could she be?

Her voice trembled, a knot in her throat almost clogging her words. “Faith wanted to come back. I know she did, and…oh, God, what have I done?”

“Why do you tell me this now?” He shook his head, locks of raven black hair brushing over his forehead. “How can you know about
her?”

Her body was shaking so hard she could barely stay upright. “She talks to me. I have dreams…I see things, her memories. I think she wants to come to you. I think she was asking for my help, and instead…”