Page 16 of The Villain

I tore off my boots and socks, then dropped my pants to the ground. My shirt was tossed aside as I sprinted into the water wearing nothing but my boxer briefs. The creek was shockingly cold, stealing my breath for a split second.

Devlin resurfaced near the other bank, about twenty feet away, flailing and sputtering. The last rays of the sun peeked through the trees overhead, catching the water streaming off him and highlighting his pale skin littered with scars. He looked at me over his shoulder, flashed a wicked grin, then scrambled up the bank on his hands and knees.How the fuck can he move like this?He’d been chained in a shed for days.

I tore through the creek and made it to the opposite side before he’d even made it to the top of the bank. He reached the tree line, then took off running downstream. But I was right there with him. He had to know I’d catch him—the little shit.

I reached for his arm, but he dodged me with a cackle that boiled the blood in my veins. He made it another five feet when Ilunged again, but this time he misjudged my direction. I tackled him to the ground, and he hit the forest floor with a pained grunt.

“Caught you,” I gritted out. I gripped the back of his neck and ground the side of his face into the dirt.

“Then make me pay,” he rasped, and his breathy voice reached between my legs and squeezed.

A red haze descended over my vision, a vapor of arousal and anger clouding my judgement. His naked body squirmed beneath me as I wrenched his arms behind him and clasped his wrists together at the small of his back. I straddled his thighs and pinned them together, digging my knees into the dirt. A stick stabbed into my shin.

With my free hand, I cracked my palm against his ass once. Twice. Red bloomed in its wake—my handprint—and I gripped the pale flesh and squeezed. I pulled one cheek to the side, exposing his soft, pink pucker. A tight hole, begging to be filled.

“Fuck me,” he taunted, wiggling his ass. “Do it. You know you want to.”

This was what he wanted. Hewantedto provoke me, and I was fucking falling for it. But I was too far gone to care now.

So, we were going to do this my way instead.

My heart raced as goosebumps erupted all over my skin, and my cock was hard enough to pound nails. I gave his ass another wet smack, and he moaned in response. I pulled my wet briefs down below my balls, gripped my shaft, and slapped his red ass with the pierced head, meaty smacks echoing through the trees around us. I spit into my hand and wet my cock, then I let saliva drip from my mouth, coating his inner thighs.

“Youaren’t in control here, devil. I’ll use you howIwant to use you,” I growled, sliding my cock into the space between his legs. I tightened my knees, trapping him there. And then I thrustbetween them. It felt tight and slick and warm, despite our dip in the freezing creek water.

“And you’ll take what I give you. Because Iownyou.”

I fucked his thighs, too turned on to even consider going slow or drawing this out. All I wanted to do was empty my balls. And show Devlin he didn’t dictate how this went.

Pinned beneath me, he could only lie in the dirt and take it. He had to be in pain. His cock and balls were grinding into the dirt and debris beneath us as his body rocked with each thrust. He cried out as the blunt head of my cock punched his sack from behind, and I gripped his hip until the skin turned white.

“What a nice little cocksleeve you are,” I snarled, and my voice didn’t sound like mine anymore. “Maybe this is what I’ll do. I’ll keep you tied up naked on that cot so I can use your thighs whenever I want. I’ll come all over this hole, but never inside it.”

He let out a choked gasp, and a shudder racked his spine. Then, he uttered a barely audible “please” that immediately made my balls draw up tight. I gripped my shaft as my orgasm rocketed through me, and I coated his inner thighs with my milky release. My vision blurred and my limbs turned into boiled noodles. I pitched forward, bracing myself on my hands as I fought to clear my head.

By the time I’d caught my breath, with the sun a distant glow on the horizon, Devlin had twisted onto his back. He swiped his hand through the mess between his thighs and gripped his shaft, green eyes glowing with lust. Dirt and mud streaked his body, and a few scratches bled bright red. He stared straight into my eyes as he stroked his cock.

“Tell me.” His voice was absolutely wrecked, every word like gravel. “Tell me I can come.”

I didn’t want to give him permission. I wanted to punish him. But his fist was a blur as he jerked himself underneath me, and the head of his pretty cock was flushed an angry purple. And Iwanted to see him shoot. I wanted to see him lose it over how roughly I’d used him.

I fisted a hand in his wet hair and tugged back hard enough to make him gasp. “Come.”

He instantly detonated. His back arched with a cry that sounded almost painful, and his whole body locked up like he’d been shocked as he coated his stomach and chest in thick ropes of cum that seemed to go on forever. Once his cock had finally given one last weak spurt, Devlin melted into the ground, like his spine had disconnected. A haphazard pile of bones in a skin suit.

His eyes were half-mast. Every breath hollowed his chest as he struggled to suck in enough oxygen. He looked like he’d just run a marathon and was seconds from passing out. I could relate.

This entire field trip had gone awry. I’d only wanted to erase the evidence that I’d fucked his face, and instead he was covered with dirt, cuts, and… more of my cum.

I was in actual hell with the devil.

I pulled him to his feet, my grip gentler than it should’ve been. With a hand on his wrist, I led him back toward the creek, and he followed like a compliant puppy. That pride I’d felt when he obeyed my order not to come began to twist into something uglier. More intense. Something like possession.

Devlin had proved he could handle me at my roughest. The most primal part of me. And not only did he handle it—he enjoyed it. It brought out a part of me that should never be freed, but that didn’t stop the beast inside me from rattling its cage.

This time, I washed him myself. I scrubbed the bar of camp soap through his hair, removing the dirt and leaves as best I could. The scratches on his chest were minor, and the blood had already clotted, but I cleaned those too. I washed between his legs, over his cock, and even his balls. He stood in the shallows, eyes half-open, limbs slack and unresisting as I manipulated hisbody to get him clean. He watched me the entire time, his parted lips curling into a content smile. That fucker.

My jaw was clenched the entire time. I should have made him clean himself. I should have been refusing to touch him at all. But the beast inside me insisted I clean what I owned.