Merciless Villains (Ruthless Villains Book 5)

Restlessness flitted through my chest like erratic butterflies. I tried to finish undressing, but I couldn’t concentrate. My dress, along with the metal corset, lay draped over the chair next to the unlit fireplace in our bedroom, leaving me standing there in only my underwear and my metal bracers. I fumbled slightly with the leather strings on the bracers, and then just ended up yanking at them in frustration.

A snarl ripped from my throat.

On the other side of the room, Callan looked over at me while he finished hanging up his leather armor. His gaze dipped down to my hands. After drawing a hand over his armor, he strode towards me.

“Here,” he offered, reaching out as if to take my arm.

“I don’t need your help,” I growled.

Callan slapped my hand away from the leather strings and then wrapped strong fingers around my wrist. “Yes, you do.”

I tried to yank my arm back, but his iron grip didn’t budge. Without even commenting on it, he just lifted his other hand and began undoing the strings on the bracer that was wrapped around my trapped forearm.

Another annoyed noise came from my chest, but I stopped struggling and let him help me. He easily got it open. After sliding it off my arm, he placed it on the chair next to my dress and then turned back to me. Raising his eyebrows, he snapped his fingers and pointed towards the air in front of him. I narrowed my eyes at him but held out my other arm.

“What’s wrong?” he asked while he started undoing the strings on the other one.

“What’s wrong? Are you fucking serious?”

His hand shot up and wrapped around my jaw. While holding it in a tight grip, he leveled a commanding stare at me. “I already know how talented you are with that sharp tongue of yours, so I would suggest using it to answer my question.”

Dark amusement trickled through my annoyance, and a half smirk slid across my lips. “Or you’ll gag me?”

Leaning closer, he slanted his lips over mine. “Oh I’ll do far worse than gag you, sweetheart.” After stealing a kiss, he pulled back and released my jaw. Then he went back to untying the leather strings. “So, what is it?”

I heaved a deep sigh and stared up at the pale ceiling for a few seconds before meeting his gaze again. “This is it, Callan. We’ve made all the plans and plotted all the schemes and moved all the pieces into position. There’s nothing more we can do now. Tomorrow, we bet everything on an outcome that we can’t control. I hate it.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“I hate that we can’t control what happens. What if something goes wrong? What if everything goes wrong? There are too many unknown factors. Too much we can’t control.”

Callan pulled off my other bracer and placed it next to the first one. “I know. I feel the same way.” Straightening, he met my gaze again. “But you said it yourself. We’ve done everything we can to prepare. There’s nothing more to be done now, and worrying about what might happen tomorrow won’t make it better.”

“Except I can’t make my brain shut up.”

“So what you’re saying is…” He drew light fingers up my arms and across my collarbones, making my skin tingle. “You need a distraction.”

I dragged my gaze up and down his body. He was also only wearing underwear, leaving his lethal body on full display. My heartbeat quickened at just the thought of having those hard muscles pressed against my naked body. A sly smile curled my lips as I forced my eyes back up to his face.

“Yes, I do,” I replied.

Wickedness glittered in his eyes as he trailed two fingers down the center of my chest while he leaned forward and placed his lips next to my ear. “Well then, allow me to fuck you until the only thought left inside your head is my name.”

Excitement shot down my spine. Locking my hands around the back of his neck, I yanked his mouth to mine in a violent kiss. He chuckled against my lips. Then his tongue slid in, claiming my mouth with commanding strokes, while he grabbed my ass and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist.

A moan rumbled from deep within his chest as I ground my pussy against him while he carried me towards the bed.

I let out a small yelp as he tossed me down on the mattress.

His eyes were dark with desire as he ran them over my body before locking them on mine again. He jerked his chin.

“Strip,” he ordered.

Heat pooled inside me. Licking my lips, I maneuvered myself up onto my knees and then lifted my hands to undo the fastenings on my brassiere. On the floor beside the bed, Callan bent down and stripped out of his own underwear. I dropped my brassiere on the floor before lying down on my back and starting on my panties.

To my left, Callan watched me intently.

While slowly sliding the panties over my ass and down my thighs, I bit my lip.

His eyes flashed. With a few quick strides, he had rounded the bed so that he was standing at the foot of it instead. Reaching forward, he grabbed my ankles and then yanked me towards him.

I slid across the cream-colored sheets with my panties still bunched around my knees. Kicking my legs, I tried to get his hands off. They remained firmly locked around my ankles. I raised myself up on my elbows and narrowed my eyes at him.

He shot me a deliciously lethal smile. “You vicious little poisoner. Always playing dangerous games that you have no hope of winning.”

Releasing my ankles, he reached up and grabbed my panties. With one quick move, he yanked them off and tossed them on the floor behind him. I scooted backwards on the mattress again while throwing him a look brimming with challenge.

His answering grin was pure villain.

The mattress dipped underneath me as Callan climbed up onto the bed. Taking a firm grip on my thighs, he held me in place and spread my legs while he moved up so that he straddled my right thigh.

I raised my eyebrows at him. “You know, I still have lots of thoughts inside my head. And none of them is your name.”

“Impatient and arrogant.” Leaning forward, he placed his hand against my chest and shoved me back down on the mattress. “You really never change, do you?”

“Would you want me to?”

“Never.” A villainous smirk pulled at his lips. “It just makes it that much more satisfying when I finally draw those sweet pleas from your lips and make you beg me for mercy.”

“You think I’m arrogant? If anyone’s cocky it’s—”

My words got cut off by a gasp as Callan suddenly pressed two vibrating fingers against my clit. Curling my fingers in the soft sheets, I stared up into the ceiling while I tried to suppress a moan of pleasure. It didn’t work.

“You were saying?” Callan taunted while his fingers circled my clit, drawing another moan from me and making my body shiver.

I forced out a long shuddering breath.

Callan shifted his hand so that his thumb pressed against my clit instead, while his fingers slid down to tease my entrance. Desperate need washed over me, soaking my pussy, as he increased the strength of his vibrations.

My chest rose and fell rapidly.

A gasp tore from my throat as Callan pushed two fingers inside me. They were coated in his magic, and the vibrations pulsed against my inner walls as he slowly drew his fingers out and then pushed them in again.

I tightened my grip on the sheets.

The weight on my thigh shifted slightly, as if Callan had adjusted his position. His thumb continued circling my clit while his fingers lined up more properly with my pussy.

He drew them out once more and then pushed them back, and this time, the force magic extended from his fingers. I arched my back and groaned as the vibrating shaft penetrated me deeper.

It slowly retracted. Then shot back out again. I sucked in desperate breaths as pleasure pulsed through me in tune with the vibrations. Holding on to the sheets, I shifted my hips and ground my clit harder against Callan’s thumb.

A low chuckle drifted through the air. “Want more, huh? Alright then.”

Lights flickered in my brain as the force shaft inside me expanded.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathed as it grew thicker, filling me completely.

Callan withdrew it to his fingertips and then shoved it back inside me again. I arched up from the bed. Using his other hand, he took my hip in a punishing grip, forcing my body back against the mattress as he pulled the vibrating shaft back and then pushed it out while expanding it a little bit more.

“Fuck,” I gasped out again.

He increased the strength of the vibrations.

A violent lightning storm of tension crackled inside my body as pleasure thrummed through me, begging to be released.

The thick force shaft penetrated me mercilessly while intense vibrations pulsed against my clit. I squirmed against the mattress. Callan tightened his grip on my hip, trapping me in place while he pushed me farther and farther towards the edge without letting me fall off it.

I was clenching the sheets so hard that my fingers ached, and my whole body trembled with the desperate need for release. Callan shifted his thumb slightly. Blinding light flashed in my brain, and I sucked in a gasp.

“Oh, fuck…” I mumbled while writhing against the mattress. “Fuck. Please. Oh hell.”

“No.” Callan’s commanding voice sliced through the fog in my brain. “My name. I want my name on your lips when you come. Understood?”

His thick force shaft expanded a little more as it pounded into me. “Oh, fuck. Callan. Please. Callan.”

“Good girl.”

My brain shattered. I moaned Callan’s name up into the ceiling as the orgasm shot through my body, making my limbs shake against the soft mattress. He kept sending pulsing magic against my clit until I thought the fractured remains of my mind were going to melt. Garbled pleas dripped from my mouth as the waves of pleasure rolled through me.

When the last of it left my body and he pulled his fingers out, I just lay there on the mattress and gulped down air for a while.

Once I had finished scraping together my shattered brain, I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked at my infuriating force mage.

He grinned back at me with the biggest fucking smirk on his face.

“As I said,” he began in a smug voice. “When you play these games with me, you always lose.”

“I’m not sure you can claim that as a win.” I flashed him a smile full of wicked challenge. “When you weren’t even the one fucking me.”

He cocked his head. “Are you saying that you’re unsatisfied with my performance?”

“I’m saying it wasn’t your performance. Expanding the force shaft like that… Have you suddenly lost your edge and need to compensate for it?”

A lethal glint crept into his eyes. Moving forward, he shifted his position so that he was straddling me while he lined up his cock with my entrance.

I raised my eyebrows. “If you’re going to prove me wrong, darling, you need to actually stick it in.”

The words had barely left my mouth when he shoved his cock inside me. I groaned in pleasure.

Leaning forward, he braced one hand on the mattress next to me while he used the other to grip my chin. “I swear… That wicked mouth of yours…” He shook his head at me.

I smirked back at him. “Well, maybe you should do something else to shut me up then.”

With his cock still buried deep inside me, he released my chin and drew his hand down my throat. His dark eyes glittered in the warm candlelight as he locked them on me. “Maybe I should.”

Before I could reply, he wrapped his fingers around my throat and squeezed. My breath was cut off, his strong hand trapping the air in my lungs.

While holding my gaze, he slowly drew out and then pushed his cock inside me again. A strangled moan made it past my lips. I tried to suck in a deep breath, but his grip was like iron.

Pleasure crackled through me as Callan started up a rough pace. I reached up and wrapped my hands around his forearm, digging my fingers into his muscles while he shoved inside me again.

He eased the pressure on my throat.

Air flooded my lungs again as I sucked in desperate breaths.

Then he tightened his grip once more.

My body slid up and down the smooth sheets as Callan pounded into me with savage strength. Only his hand around my throat kept me in place on the mattress. I closed my eyes as a massive wave of pleasure rolled through me.

Callan gave my neck a firm squeeze. My eyes snapped open again.

“Eyes on me,” he growled.

When I nodded, he relaxed his grip again, allowing me to draw in a few strained breaths. Then he tightened it once more.

Another crackling orgasm built inside me as Callan fucked me hard enough to make the bedframe thump against the wall. I dug my fingers into the corded muscles of his forearm. Pent-up tension pulsed inside me, and my lungs were begging for air.

“I promised you that the only thought left in your head was going to be my name. So when I let you breathe again, you’re going to say it,” Callan commanded. “Only my name. Got it?”

While trying to blink my eyes back into focus, I nodded desperately.

He pounded into me another few times, pushing me farther and farther towards that sweet orgasm.

Then he released my throat.

“Callan.”

I gasped his name out like a prayer while air rushed back into my lungs. His cock slammed inside me.

Release exploded through my soul.

My chest heaved and I gripped his forearm hard as lightning bolts of pleasure crackled through my every nerve.

Callan groaned as my tight pussy trembled around his thick cock.

Then pleasure flashed across his face as well.

Moaning each other’s names, we came hard together in a moment that seemed to last a lifetime.

With my heart slamming against my ribs, I stared up into Callan’s warm brown eyes. Eyes filled with pleasure and love and promises for the future.

I wanted this. I wanted this future. Us. Here in this house. Fucking and scheming and greedily wringing every imaginable pleasure and joy from life. Together.

But as a sudden fear crept into my chest, I couldn’t help but wonder…

Did ruthless villains like us really get a happily ever after?