Page 41 of The Villain

“Ever had a toy in your ass, devil?”

I swiped my tongue over my lower lip. “It’s been a long time. But yes.”

“Who?”

“Who, what?”

“Who shoved a toy in your ass?

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Me, Cian. Just me.”

He released a harsh breath from his nostrils like a bull. “Fuck yourself on it. I want to watch.”

Head empty. Follow orders.

I braced one shaky hand on the floor between my knees and leaned forward. My other hand reached behind me to grasp the slick shaft of the toy. Then I brought the silicone head to my hole, letting it rest there for a moment. This was going to get uncomfortable before I felt anything close to pleasure. It’d been too long, and I was too wound tight.

But Cian didn’t order me to hurry. Didn’t rush me at all. Sometimes, his gaze would drop to where my cock strained painfully between my legs. But mostly he watchedme. My eyes. My mouth. Every nervous wobble of my chin.

Dropping down slowly, I let the head of the toy press more firmly against my pucker. I carefully added more pressure. Then more. My chest heaved. My toes curled. My hole burned as it stretched. I let out a choked cry when the tip finally popped past the first ring of muscle.

Cian’s lips parted, and he murmured a low “fuck.”

I dropped my other hand to the floor as I let my body adjust to the intrusion. The pain wasn’t as bad as I’d expected. The dildo wasn’t a large one, and the silicone was slick and forgiving. And maybe, under Cian’s patient gaze, my body ached to be good and take it.

I lifted my head. “Why—” My voice cracked. “Why a toy and not your cock?”

He reached down and fisted the meat in his jeans. “I’d break you with this without stretching you first. Don’t worry, devil. I’m not going to be able to wait much longer before I split you in half.”

I shuddered. The toy inside me shifted, and I sank down further.

Cian leaned toward me again. “Tell me why no one’s had you yet.”

His question took a moment to register. My brain was too focused on my full ass.

“Wait. What?”

“You heard me.”

I did, but I didn’t understand. “I already told you, I?—”

His thumb pressed a button on the remote, and the toy in my ass began to vibrate. With a near-scream, I surged forward to get away from the sensation. But Cian was there, his hand on my shoulder, keeping me in place. Not letting me escape his damn torture device.

He crouched in front of me. “This is how it’s going to go. I don’t like your answer, I turn this on. And this is only the lowest setting. It getsmuchworse. Try me.”

I bared my teeth at him. feeling feral.

Reaching behind himself, he pulled the couch closer with one tug before settling back onto the cushion in front of me. All I could see was him—his eyes, his body, and that threatening bulge in his pants.

Then the vibration stopped.

“See, I just don’t believe you woke up one day, decided you liked a certain power dynamic, and then stayed celibate because you couldn’t find it.”

I huffed. “I wasn’tcelibate.”

“Close enough,” he growled. I wondered how he knew that. Had he done research on me? “So. What. Happened?” He held up the remote and wiggled it inches from my nose.

My body clearly wanted this, but my mind still rebelled. Of course Cian couldn’t just give me what I wanted. Of course he had to make me think. Feel.Remember.