Page 22 of The Villain

His hands shook as he pulled down the waistband of my sweatpants. I hadn’t bothered with underwear in my rush to get outside, and my cock sprang free immediately, almost poking him in the eye. He swallowed, then opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. He went still, eyes lifting to mine, and waited.

I planted my hands on the door above his head. “What’re you waiting for? Suck me.”

Something flashed across his face—maybe uncertainty—as he shuffled forward on his knees. He grasped my sweatpants for a moment before lifting one hand to curl around my shaft. Eyes focused on the task, Devlin closed his lips around the head of my cock and sucked. He hollowed out his cheeks, and his tongue flicked my piercing. He moaned and took me deeper, inch byinch, until his throat convulsed around me as he gagged. My fingers curled into fists with the need to grab his hair and take him roughly, but he pulled off with a gasp, glancing up at me like he needed reassurance.

I didn’t want to give him anything. I wanted to insult him. I wanted to tell him that I couldn’t come like this, then shove my cock so far down his throat it bruised. But it was like the last twelve hours—the creek, the frog, the information, the fire—had fucked up my head. I gently wrapped my fingers around the bottom of his chin and guided him back toward my cock. “Keep going. Get it nice and wet.”

Devlin’s eyes went hazy as he wrapped a hand around my shaft again. Then he sucked half my cock down in one go. His movements grew more confident, bobbing his head and slicking my shaft in his spit until wet, sloppy noises filled the apartment. He moaned, and the sudden vibration tightened my balls. I carded my fingers through his auburn hair, then palmed the back of his head to guide him as I started to feel the familiar spark of an oncoming orgasm.

“Faster,” I rasped. “Take me deeper, devil.”

He tried—fuck, he tried—gagging every time, throat convulsing around the head of my cock. Devlin whimpered, and heat shot up my spine at the sound. My balls drew up tight as my cock pulsed, and then I was spilling down his throat in a gush. I pressed my hands against the door and locked my knees to keep from collapsing while Devlin sputtered below me, swallowing as much as he could. I pulled back to let the last few drops flick onto his face.

My thighs trembled from the lingering adrenaline and full-body orgasm, but I managed to tug my sweatpants up with one hand. Devlin looked at me like a puppy who’d gotten a treat. Tears leaked from his eyes to mix with my release as he sat back on his heels, pressing cuffed hands to the bulge in hissweatpants. Before I could question my sanity, I dropped to a crouch in front of him, spat in my hand, and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. His skin was so hot, nearly molten, and it only took two tugs while I stared into those glowing green eyes before he was coming in his pants, mouth open on a ragged moan.

I released my grip on him before he was finished, and he let out another cry as he curled forward, body bucking through the last of his orgasm. Devlin let out a long, satisfied hum as he practically melted into the floor—an evil little puddle of red hair and pale skin. His eyes were closed, and the soft smile on his face was so pretty it made me irrationally angry.

I nudged him with the toe of my boot. “Get up.”

“Can’t,” he whispered, that stupid smile still in place. “No bones.”

Now that the fog had cleared a little, I could hear noise from downstairs. I rubbed my temples. My crew was still waiting for an explanation, some sort of announcement, andfuckdid I not want to deal with this right now.

I clenched my jaw. “You caused me a lot of fucking problems at three in the morning.”

Less than half an hour ago, this man nearly died. Now he looked blissed out. And not very apologetic. “I’m sure you can handle it, lion king”

I pushed away from the door, wishing I could crawl into bed and forget today ever happened, then grabbed a bottle of water and chugged half of it. I held it out to Devlin, who had since flopped onto his back, and the little shit did nothing but open his mouth.

So I dumped the water on his face.

He sputtered and laughed—fuckinglaughed—and the husky sound made my chest tighten.

Why couldn’t he hate me? My life would be so much easier if he wasn’t into any of this. If he didn’t get hard. If he had justrefused to play the game. I’d have gotten all the information I needed, and he’d already be dead.

I wouldn’t have to deal with the beast in my chest, rampaging through my veins. I wouldn’t be so obsessed with the idea of making him take my cock, or seeing him covered in my cum. I scrubbed a hand over my face as Devlin finally sat up, shaking his head and sending water droplets flying.

He shimmied backward on his ass until he was braced against the wall, wearing an easy grin like he hadn’t made my life hell. “So, what now?”

“What now? Jesus Christ… ‘What now?'he asks.” I turned and tossed the empty water bottle in the trash. “How about you go sit in the corner and think about what you’ve done, while I go make sure everyone else isn’t charging up here armed to the teeth.”

Devlin’s grin got even bigger. “You’d protect me?”

I growled in frustration. “Maybe I’ll be leading the way.”

“Nah, I’m growing on you.”

“Sure. Like a parasite.”

“No, it’s more like sym…symbi—” he frowned and scrunched his nose in a way that wasnotadorable. At all. I could still see some of my cum streaked below his left eye. “Symbiosis. We’re practically partners in crime now.”

This could not be happening.

“Weare not partners.Youare my prisoner.”

He made a face like he didn’t believe me. “You give me what I want. I give you what you want.”

I grabbed his chin. “I’m not your whore, devil.”