Page 177 of Villainous Intent

She hit the floor on her hands and knees with a sharp gasp. I didn’t give her a second to recover or fight back. I dropped my weight over her, caging her against the floor. I gripped her hips, hoisting her ass into the air, and shoved my cock deep inside her slick cunt in an unforgiving thrust.

Annie screamed, a fractured, beautiful sound.

I rutted against her, dragging my mouth across the nape of her neck. I tasted the water on her skin, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. I inhaled the scent of her arousal mixed with the adrenaline of her failed escape.

I reached forward and wrapped my hand around her throat and hauled her backward. Her spine arched until she was flush against my chest. I held her tight by the throat as I fucked her.

“You thought you could run?” I snarled against her wet skin, my voice a feral rasp that barely sounded human. “You thought you could put on a pretty little show in the shower, milk me dry, and just walk away?”

She choked on a moan, taking every fucking thrust.

My free hand abandoned her hip, to capture her breast. I kneaded the soft flesh, rolling her hardened nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pinching it hard enough to make her whimper.

“You’re lucky I have a schedule,” I growled. “If I didn’t have to go drop bodies for the cameras, I’d drag you straight down to the playroom. I’d strap you to the bench, spread those fucking legs wide, and take the flogger to your ass.”

Her pussy tightened around my cock at the threat and my pulse roared in my ears. She wanted the violence. She craved the monster. I would give it to her.

I clamped my teeth down on the juncture of her neck and shoulder. I bit hard, sinking my teeth in until the sharp spike of copper hit my tongue.

Annie screamed and the broken sound vibrated against the palm holding her throat, as her body seized. Her cunt milked me as she came from the pain of my bite.

“You’re a fucking little masochist,” I praised. When I first realized that pain got her off it had been an intoxicating revelation. It meant the equation had fundamentally changed. I didn’t have to cage the darkest parts of my mind or hold back the violence that lived in my marrow for fear of breaking her. I could unleash every twisted, predatory urge I possessed, and she would just open her legs and beg for it.

I pulled out of her and she gave a choked gasp as I shoved her down and flipped her onto her back. She looked up at me with the feral intensity of a fucking hellcat as I straddled her stomach, my hand working my cock with her own wetness.

Her chest heaved. The bite mark on her shoulder already bruising a deep, violent purple. She looked fucking hungry.

It was the most beautiful, damning thing I had ever seen.

I thrust into my own hand as I came. Hot ropes of my cum streaked across Annie’s stomach, trailing up the soft curves of her breasts.

“Fuck, you look good wearing me.”

I watched her chest rise and fall with each breath, my cum glistening on her skin. Something possessive and deeply satisfied unfurled within me at the sight.

“Are you going to behave now?” I asked, running my thumb through the mess on her stomach.

Annie’s eyes met mine, that familiar spark of defiance still burning brightly despite her thoroughly fucked appearance. “That depends on how you define ‘behave.’”

“Following orders. Not running. Being a good prisoner.”

“Your punishment doesn’t really make me want to behave.”

“Fucking brat,” I murmured. I fell forward, catching myself on my forearms to avoid crushing her, and kissed her. When I pulled back, I bit her lower lip just hard enough to make her gasp.

“I need another shower,” Annie sighed against my mouth.

I glanced down at my handiwork spread across her skin. “I should leave you like this. Let it dry on your skin so you don’t forget who you belong to.”

She arched one brow upward as she lifted her hands and threaded them into my damp hair, pushing the heavy strands back from my forehead. The gesture was too tender for a woman pinned to the floor in a puddle of water, covered in my cum.

“Are you going to take me to the playroom later?” she asked. Her voice held a raspy edge, roughened by the screams I had just ripped from her throat. “Like you threatened to?”

I leaned into her touch. “I’ll do anything you’d like, Sparks.”

The corner of her mouth quirked. “That isn’t usually how keeping a prisoner works. You’re supposed to dictate the terms, not take requests.”

I lowered my head, burying my face in the crook of her neck. I inhaled deeply, pulling the scent of her damp skin and the musk of our sex into my lungs. My lips brushed right over the darkening bruise my teeth had just left on her and I pressed a lingering kiss to the abused flesh. She gave a soft little moan and I smiled.