Page 176 of Villainous Intent

“Look at me,” I commanded.

Her lids fluttered open.

“Who holds the power here, Annie?” I asked, my thumb circling her faster.

“You,” she choked out, her hips jerking against my hand. “You do.”

“Good girl. Now turn around. Hands flat against the tile and spread your legs.”

For once, she didn’t argue. Annie spun, placing her palms flat against the shower wall, her back arching. I stepped closer, my cock pressing against her as I reached around to stroke her beautiful cunt.

“So fucking wet for me,” I growled in her ear, sliding two fingers inside her. She gasped and pushed against my hand. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? About me fucking you?”

Annie’s only response was a moan as I curled my fingers, finding that spot that made her tremble. When I felt her start to tighten around my fingers, I withdrew them. She made a sound of protest that sent a surge of satisfaction through me.

“Not yet,” I murmured, positioning myself at her entrance. “I want you coming on my cock.”

I pushed forward in one hard thrust. The sensation of her beautiful pussy enveloping me was overwhelming. Annie cried out, her body tensing around me.

I gripped her hips, holding her captive against me as she tried to accommodate my size. Annie’s breathing hitched, ragged and desperate. After a moment, she pushed back against me, like she was trying to take me even deeper.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

I thrust into her hard, rolling my hips in the way I knew would make her gasp. The sound echoed off the tiles, amplified by the acoustics of the shower. I gave her the punishing rhythm she loved, each stroke driving deeper than the last.

“Fuck, Annie,” I growled against her ear, one hand sliding around to her clit while my other hand captured her breast. The sensation of her pussy clenching around my cock and her nipple hardening against my palm drove me fucking mad.

Annie’s breath came in short, desperate pants that synchronized with my thrusts. The sound of wet skin slapping against skin filled the shower, creating a soundtrack that drove me to move faster, harder.

“You like that?” I asked, my voice rough. “Do you like taking my cock?”

“Yes,” she gasped, the word breaking on a moan as I pinched her nipple. She was close. So fucking close.

I increased the pressure on her clit, circling faster.

“Come for me,” I commanded. “Now, Annie.”

She shattered. Her inner walls clamped down on my cock as she cried out, the sound bouncing off the tiles and straight into my bloodstream. Her entire body trembled against mine, but I didn’t stop. I held her steady, forcing her to ride out the waves of pleasure while I continued to use her.

The vise-like grip of her cunt pushed me toward the edge fast. I gripped her hips with both hands as I drove into her again and again as my orgasm hit and I emptied myself inside her.

For a moment, neither of us moved. The only sounds were our ragged breathing and the steady patter of water.

I pulled out of her and spun her around, pulling her into a hungry kiss. Her arms wrapped around my neck, fingers threading through my wet hair as she pulled me closer. I broke the kiss to look down at her. Water plastered dark strands of hair to her cheeks, but her blue eyes were wide and blown out.

Annie pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses against my chest. Her lips dragged downward, tracing my tattoos. The hot glide of her mouth against me made it impossible for me to think. She curled into my chest, her hands resting flat against my ribs. She was a docile thing now that I had fucked her. She always went pliable and compliant after taking my cock.

I hooked my finger under her chin, tilting her head up. I delivered another hard kiss, then turned my back to her, stepping directly under the scalding spray to rinse off.

A flash of movement caught in my peripheral vision and the squeak of wet skin against tile echoed over the rushing water. I snapped my head around. The glass door stood wide open. Annie was gone.

The soft kisses. The compliant submission. It was all a distraction. The docility was an act.

The fucking brat.

A vicious thrill spiked through my blood as for the first time, I let the monster completely off the leash.

I caught her before she even reached the bedroom door, tackling her to the ground.