Page 84 of Villainous Intent

When I didn’t move fast enough, he grabbed my wrists and slammed my palms against the cold pane, pinning me there with his chest against my back.

He kicked my feet wider and I screamed again when he sheathed himself in me once more. He took me hard and fast.

He leaned down, pressing his mouth right at my ear. “Look at yourself,” he taunted. “You’re nothing but my whore, Annie. You belong right here, soaking my cock and taking every inch I give you without getting a single drop of release.”

I stared at the glass. The neon haze of Chroma Bay bled through the fog to paint our reflection in twisted, vibrant colors. I looked at my own face staring back at me. I expected to see terror and shame. I expected to see a victim of her circumstances.

The woman in the window had her head thrown back and her lips parted in a desperate, needy gasp. My skin was flushed. The dark bruises already blooming along my collarbone looked exactly like a brand. I was a woman reveling in my own ruin.

The neat, organized life I had built felt like a pathetic joke because Cipher had been right about me. I was a total fraud. I craved his possession. I wanted him to tear me apart and own whatever was left.

His pace quickened and his breathing grew jagged. My climax was right there, demanding the release he swore to deny me. I chased it blindly, rolling my hips back against him to deepen the angle.

Cipher realized exactly what I was doing. He altered his angle just enough to avoid the bundle of nerves I desperately needed him to grind against.

“No,” he growled against my neck.

I sobbed his name, my nails scraping uselessly against the glass. The orgasm hovered right out of reach, a maddening ache I couldn’t satisfy.

Cipher groaned, a deep sound of victory, as he drove his hips forward one final time and bottomed out. He held me pinned to the glass as he ground his hips and emptied himself into me.

One of his hands came up against the glass and he laced his fingers together with mine. He dropped his forehead to my shoulder, his breath slowly leveling out.

I squirmed my ass against him, desperate to get any sort of relief but the fullness inside me vanished as he pulled out. He left me hollow and buzzing with a frustrated, agonizing need.

Without his body pinning me to the glass, my legs stopped working and my knees buckled.

Cipher caught me, scooping me up into his arms and cradling me against his sweat-slicked chest as he carried me away from the window and dropped me onto the center of the bed, following after me.

It felt like my body was vibrating from the tension of not being allowed to come. And now that he’d come, in my experience, that meant the encounter was over. The man usually rolled away and the disappointing reality crept back in.

I forced myself to sit up on my elbows, my thighs trembling. “I should go clean up.”

Cipher chuckled, caging me in as he propped himself up on his elbows. “Clean up?” he echoed. “You think this is over, Bishop? You think because I got off once, you’re free to waltz into my bathroom and wash me out of you?”

He leaned his weight forward, his hips settling against mine. He was still rock hard.

“Supers don’t need recovery time, Annie,” he purred, the arrogant Villain bleeding into his tone. “And I am far from finished. You surrendered to me and I’m going to spend the entire night filling you over and over again until you can’t fucking walk.”

He shifted his weight to one elbow and reached down. His fingers slid through the mess between my legs and I moaned. Once his fingers were coated in my slickness and his own come, he brought his hand up to my face. He pressed his slick fingers against my bottom lip, forcing my mouth open. “Taste,” he commanded, his gaze dark and unyielding. “Taste what a perfect fucking mess you are for me. You aren’t cleaning up. You’re keeping me exactly where I belong.”

I parted my lips, my tongue darting out to drag across his fingers. The taste was sharp and musky. I sucked his fingers into my mouth, holding his gaze before pulling back with a wicked, breathless smirk.

“Aren’t you curious what we taste like together?” I challenged.

His eyes flared as he shifted downward and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue lashed out in a broad, agonizingly slow swipe, lapping against me.

My lungs burned as I panted. Every nerve ending between my legs felt raw and oversensitized. I was so close, constantly hovering on the edge of coming. I tried to buck my hips upward, to force my clit directly against his mouth to steal what I needed.

Cipher anticipated the rebellion. His hands clamped down on my thighs and he pinned my legs to the bed, neutralizing my leverage. He dragged his tongue over my entrance one last time, a stroke that left me gasping for air.

I groaned in protest as he traveled up the length of my body. He swiped his thumb across his mouth, catching a stray drop of our mixed fluids.

“Fucking delicious,” he purred. “I taste incredible on you, Annie. The perfect corruption.”

I wanted him back inside me. I wanted the stretch of his cock to replace the agonizing emptiness. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles over his lower back to pull his hips flush against mine.

Cipher let out a low, approving growl. He shifted his weight, aligning his cock directly against my entrance and lowered his head. He kissed me deeply and I melted into him, anticipating the moment he pushed forward.