Page 114 of Villainous Intent

His arm banded around my waist and Cipher hoisted me up, pulling my back flush against his chest and taking the agonizing slack off my suspended arms. His other hand clamped down on my hip, locking me in place.

The broad head of his cock pressed against my entrance right before he drove inside me.

I cried out at the invasion, my body stretching to accommodate the thick, hot length of him. He fucked me hard and fast. His arm held me suspended, turning me into a weightless toy for him to use. Every thrust drove him deeper, sparking a wild, uncontrollable fire in my blood.

The tension coiled tight between my legs. I chased the rhythm, throwing my head back against his shoulder, my breath coming in ragged pants. I was right there. I was going to shatter.

Cipher pulled his cock out and I wailed, a pathetic sound of pure frustration.

“Listen to you,” he sneered, the tip of his cock hot and wet against my thigh. “You’re a mess, Bishop. Dripping all over my floor, desperate for me to stretch that pretty pink cunt out again. Tell me how badly you need my cock back inside you.”

“Please,” I gasped, abandoning every ounce of pride. “Fuck me. Please, Cipher. I need you inside me. I need it.”

He drove his cock back into my aching pussy. I was suspended in pleasure and making noises that I’d never heard come out of my mouth before.

Cipher’s breathing shifted against my ear, turning harsh and ragged. Deep inside my pussy, I felt the undeniable thickening of his cock. He was close, we both were. My muscles clenched tight around him and I was ready to shatter into a million pieces.

He pulled out again and I screamed in frustration.

A second later, something warm splashed across my lower back. He groaned as he painted my skin with his cum.

“Such a beautiful, greedy cunt,” he rasped. “Taking every inch. Fucking perfect.”

“You came,” I choked out, genuine outrage searing through my veins. “You didn’t let me.”

“Why would I punish myself?” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my shoulder. He dragged his lips up my neck and scraped his teeth lightly over my pulse point.

I shivered against him, my body strung tight and aching with the orgasm he kept stealing from me.

“I can come as many times as I want tonight,” he whispered. His voice held a dark promise that made my legs tremble. “I can spill into you over and over without ever needing to stop. While you have to wait until I decide you have suffered enough to earn your release.”

Metal clicked above my head and the tension on my wrists vanished. I pitched forward, but Cipher caught me against his chest, grabbing my wrists before they dropped. Once I was steady on my feet, he rubbed my shoulders and arms. Blood rushed back into my numb fingers in a painful wave of pins and needles.

“Walk,” he commanded.

He turned me by the waist and guided me forward. There was a sharp snick of metal and the cuff around my right wrist popped open and I sighed in relief. I was tired of the cuffs biting into my wrists.

He backed me up until my spine hit something hard and narrow. A metal beam.

I shifted my stance, my toes sinking into something thick and soft on the floor.

“Kneel,” he ordered.

I dropped down onto the soft surface and he caught my wrists. He pulled my arms sharply behind my back, wrapping them around the beam. The open cuff snapped shut over my wrist again, locking it securely to the left. I was bound to the pole.

I couldn’t tell where Cipher was until his thumb pressed into my lower lip, dragging it down. The heat of his breath washed over my face right before the wet, hot slide of his tongue stroked my exposed inner lip.

I shivered and chased his mouth, straining against the cuffs locking my arms, desperate to capture his lips for a real kiss. He backed away just out of reach, leaving me panting.

His fingers grazed my temples and the tight knot at the back of my head loosened. The blindfold slipped down my face.

I blinked rapidly. The light was dim, but after the darkness of the blindfold, the sudden illumination almost hurt. Colors blurred into a harsh wash of crimson and shadow. I wanted to look around and see where he’d taken me but Cipher dominated my entire field of vision.

He was bathed in the red light. Shadows clung to the muscular planes of his chest and the sharp, arrogant cut of his jaw. He was a demon forged from violence and malice, massive and terrifying. But god, he was a beautiful demon. The red illumination bled into his striking silver eyes, turning the irises into molten, glowing rings.

His hand reached down to cup my jaw and his thumb stroked a slow path across my cheekbone.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he murmured but his softness evaporated as he stepped closer. He tilted my head back against the beam to maintain eye contact and his cock brushed against my chin.