Vicious Villains (Ruthless Villains Book 4)

“Damn, he’s one arrogant bastard, isn’t he?” I muttered as the door clicked shut behind Levi Arden.

Callan didn’t answer, so I twisted towards him. But when I turned to meet his gaze, I found him with his eyes closed, blowing out a long sigh. Probably to stop himself from hurling a force wall at his former boss.

“As if I would ever want to work for him,” I finished, and huffed in disgust.

At last, Callan opened his eyes. But there was a strange expression on his face when he met my gaze.

Suspicion rose inside me, and I flicked a glance from side to side. “What?”

It made a hint of confusion drift over his features. “Aren’t you… I don’t know. Going to say something?”

“About what?”

“What Levi just told you. That I used this room a lot back then.”

“Why would I care about that?” I frowned at him. “We weren’t a couple back then. Hell, before we went on the mission to get Lance, I walked into the room while you were in the middle of fucking… what’s-her-face.”

“Tina.”

“Yeah, her. I walked in and watched while you fucked her. And then you had her give you a blowjob back when I was your prisoner too.” I stared at him for a few seconds before shaking my head in confusion. “And guess what? I don’t give a shit, because we weren’t a couple back then.”

Relief washed over his face.

I frowned at him again. “Were you really that worried about this?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Why? You have a past. I have a past. Who cares?”

A grateful smile spread over his lips as he reached out and drew his hand along my jaw. “Have I told you lately how much I fucking love you?”

Tilting my head back, I smirked at him. “Yes. But I want to hear it all the same.”

His hand slid down to cup the back of my neck as he leaned forward and kissed me.

“I love you, Audrey,” he whispered against my lips.

I kissed him again. “I love you too.”

He began to draw back, but before he could get too far, I grabbed the front of his shirt and held him steady so that I could lock eyes with him. He raised his eyebrows in silent question.

“But for the record,” I began. “I might not give a shit about what you did with who or when or why in the past. But if you betray me now that we’re together, I will kill her and then I will kill you. Slowly. And very painfully.”

“I would expect nothing less.” A villainous smile curled his lips. “And likewise.”

“Good.” Releasing his shirt, I spread my arms wide to indicate the room. “Now, are you going to show me why this was your favorite room or do you intend to bore me to death by just standing there?”

With that villainous smile still on his mouth, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. It fluttered as it fell through the air and landed on the floor beside him.

My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him like that.

“Oh don’t worry, sweetheart.” He traced his fingers along my collarbones and shot me a sly smile. “I promise to never let you get bored.”

Sparks danced over my skin at his touch.

With his hand lightly resting over my throat, he backed me towards the wall. I cast a glance over my shoulder and found that metal rings had been bolted into the dark marble. There was a small table close by, and on it were four pairs of handcuffs. The thin metal chain between the cuffs rattled as Callan picked up a pair and then spun it around his finger while he backed me the final bit to the wall.

Taking his hand from my throat, he instead reached up and locked one end of the handcuffs to the metal ring above me on the left. His eyes glittered as he smirked down at me and then moved to grab my wrist.

But I was faster.

While he was distracted by a well-timed lip bite, my hands shot up and snapped the cuff shut around his own wrist instead.

Surprise flashed across his face, and he just blinked back at me. My move stunned him enough that I managed to snatch up another pair of handcuffs, spin him around so that his back was against the wall instead, and then lock the other pair of manacles to his wrist and a second ring above his left shoulder.

That snapped him out of the shock, and he gave his head a few quick shakes as if to clear it.

Taking a step back, I surveyed my handiwork.

Handcuffs circled both his wrists and trapped his hands to the wall slightly above his shoulders. Light from the oil lamp painted his chiseled abs in golden light, and his muscled chest expanded as he drew in a deep breath.

Heat pooled at my core.

Damn, I loved him like that. Half-naked. And mine.

The thin metal chains rattled faintly against the wall as Callan gave them a slight tug while inspecting them. Then he slid his gaze to me and arched a dark brow.

“And what exactly do you think you’re doing?” he asked, his voice a deep rumble.

I flashed him a wicked grin. “I figured it was high time to hear you beg.”

He let out a low chuckle and shook his head at me in disbelief. I sauntered up to him. Placing my hands against his chest, I slowly drew them down his body in a highly possessive manner while keeping my eyes locked on his. When I reached the top of his pants, I shifted my hands to his sides and then trailed my fingers along his skin, right above the edge of the fabric.

A shudder coursed through his body.

While holding his gaze, I undid the buttons on his pants. He clenched his jaw. Instead of continuing to pull them down, I lowered myself to my knees. Callan blew out a measured breath. Since I was now eye level with it, it was impossible to miss the bulge that formed in his pants.

I let out a smug laugh and got to work on removing his shoes.

Once I had gotten them off, I looked up and met Callan’s gaze again. His eyes were dark with desire as he watched me there on my knees before him. I drew my hands up his legs and hooked my fingers over the top of his pants. Another small tremor went through his body as I took my time removing the rest of his clothes.

Just as I expected, his cock was already hard from simply watching me.

Once his pants and underwear had joined his shoes and shirt on the polished wooden floor, I braced my hands on Callan’s hips. He drew in a breath.

Another wave of satisfaction washed over me.

But instead of taking his cock into my mouth, I rose to my feet again. His eyes tracked my every move. I left him standing like that for another few seconds while I studied the expression on his face. A wicked smile curled my lips when I found impatience blowing across his features. Oh, he was not used to being kept waiting like this.

I wrapped my hand around his thick cock.

He sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth as I drew my hand up and down the shaft.

Shifting my position, I moved closer to his body and then rose up on my toes. While I continued drawing my hand slowly along his cock, I brushed a few light kisses over his jaw. He closed his eyes and forced out a long breath.

A shudder rolled over his muscular frame as I tightened my grip on his cock and increased the rhythm while I kissed my way down his throat. When I reached his shoulder, I trailed my tongue along his collarbone. My hand continued its movements.

The handcuffs clanked softly against the wall as Callan let out a groan.

He appeared to be close to coming, so I loosened my grip and stopped moving.

He cracked his eyes open with what looked like immense effort, and when he spoke, there was a dark edge to his voice. “Audrey.”

I drew my fingers under his chin. “Beg me for it.”

The answering look on his face had my pussy throbbing with need. But I refused to give him what he wanted until he begged, so I took a step back and instead started unlacing my dress.

Desire flared up in his eyes as he watched me draw my hands down my body while I pushed the dress downwards. It pooled around my ankles like a silky black sea, leaving me standing there in only a pair of lace underwear.

Callan gritted his teeth.

“I’ll give you one chance to unshackle me,” he ground out, his voice rough. “Or I’m going to make you beg so thoroughly that you’ll come just from your own groveling.”

While undoing the fastening on my brassiere, I flashed him an evil smile. “Oh you have it all wrong, pretty boy. You’re the one who’s going to be begging tonight.”

A muscle ticked in Callan’s jaw as my brassiere fell to the floor and I got started on my panties. While swaying my hips, I pushed them down my legs until I was completely naked, save for my shoes. I toed them off as well before sauntering up to Callan again.

His eyes shuttered as I closed my fingers around his hard cock once more. I started up the rhythm that I knew he liked while I leaned forward and brushed my lips over his muscled chest.

A groan tore from deep within his throat.

I kept going.

Using my tongue, I traced the sharp ridges of his abs while my hand drew another shudder from his powerful body.

“Audrey,” he pressed out again.

“Beg,” I coaxed.

When he looked to be close to coming, I eased up on the rhythm again.

A growl rumbled from his chest. It was transformed into a groan of pleasure as I started up my movements once more. I traced my tongue over his honed muscles and kissed his heated skin.

“Audrey.” His voice was hoarse.

“Yes, darling?”

The chains rattled again as his body shook. He forced out a few deep breaths before finally pressing out a single word between gritted teeth. “Please.”

Satisfaction rolled over me. But I was a vicious villain, so I drew back and said, “That’s a good start. But I want to hear you beg. Beg for my mercy.”

He opened his eyes. They were slightly unfocused with pent-up desire, and he had to blink a couple of times before they cleared. I smirked up at him and raised my eyebrows expectantly.

Challenge suddenly danced over his features.

Curling his hands into fists, he shifted his arms slightly.

Then he yanked outwards.

I stumbled back a step as the thin chains between the manacles snapped like blades of grass. Shock flashed through me.

Oh shit.

A lethal glint shone in his eyes as he picked up a key from the table next to us and unlocked the now ruined handcuffs. They landed on the floor with a clank that seemed to echo through the room.

“Oh, you wicked little thing,” Callan said as he advanced on me. A dangerous smile slid home on his lips. “You really should have just taken the win that I so graciously gave you. But you got greedy.”

“I’m not one to settle for half of a win. I want it all.”

“And now, you’re about to lose it all.”

My heart thrummed with excitement, and my pussy throbbed with the promise of his delicious revenge, as I grinned back at him. “Come try it, pretty boy.”

He backed me towards the opposite wall. There was some kind of strange bench against it. The seat was unusually high, and the back of it was tall and had manacles and chains fastened to it. I stopped before it as we reached it.

For a moment, we only continued staring at each other in silence. Then Callan shot a pointed glance towards the padded bench.

“Sit.”

The power of the command vibrated through my bones.

Placing my palms on the soft surface, I drew myself up on it. It was so high that it left me sitting with my hips at the same height as his cock.

“Hands above your head,” he ordered.

I raised my chin in a cocky gesture but did as he said and lifted my arms. Callan leaned forward and brushed a kiss over my lips.

“Good girl.”

A shudder coursed through me.

Metal clanked through the room once more as Callan lifted the manacles set into the wooden backrest and locked them around my wrists, trapping them together above my head. Then he trailed his fingers down my sides. It tickled and made me squirm against the bench.

With a firm grip on my hips, Callan pulled them forward a little. I raised my eyebrows in silent question when he bent down to wrap his fingers around my ankle, but he only threw me a villainous smile. Grabbing my ankle, he lifted my leg upwards.

I suddenly realized why he had shifted my hips like that when he continued moving the leg up until it was pointing straight up. A moment later, manacles clicked shut around my ankle.

My heart fluttered in my chest.

After trailing his fingers over the back of my thigh, he grabbed my other ankle and did the same. Dark desire pooled at my core when he at last stepped back to admire me.

My hands were locked together above my head. And my legs were spread wide, my ankles above my head and to the side, and trapped in that position by more manacles. It left my pussy open and completely exposed.

Callan’s cock was level with it. I glanced down towards the hard length and licked my lips, but he made no move to do what I wanted. Instead, he touched his hands together.

The half-translucent gray color of his magic wrapped around his left hand.

My eyes shot up to his face.

He cocked his head. “Now, this is how you make someone beg.”

I wanted him to make me beg. He knew it. And I knew it. So I just flashed him a grin dripping with challenge.

His hand brushed over my exposed pussy.

A gasp tore from my lips as the vibrations from his magic pulsed against my sensitive skin. The chains clanked as I pulled against them. Callan skimmed his fingers over my entrance again. My toes curled.

With my legs spread like that, my clit was incredibly vulnerable, and the cruel force mage shifted his fingers straight to it.

I let out a moan as the vibrations hit just the right spot, making pleasure build inside me. Tilting my head back, I closed my eyes as the magic continued pulsing.

“No.” Callan grabbed my chin and tipped my head back down. “You keep your eyes on me.”

It took great effort to open them again and focus on his dangerously handsome face. Power pulsed from his entire body as he slid his hand down to my throat and then kept it there. The pleasure inside me increased with every pulse against my soaked pussy.

Callan shoved his cock inside me.

I sucked in another gasp.

While keeping his fingers against my clit, he pulled out his cock and then slowly slid it in again. My eyes fluttered. Callan tightened his grip on my throat in response. I forced my gaze back to his.

He withdrew and then pushed inside me again. Too slow. Far, far too slow.

I yanked against my handcuffs, but Callan only kept up his torturous pace. And his magic wasn’t strong enough. The bastard knew exactly what I wanted, what I needed, to reach that sweet orgasm but was keeping it from me. While I silently cursed him because he was currently denying me that, it also made me love him even more because it meant that he had gone to the trouble of figuring my body out. Figuring out exactly what I craved. And memorizing it.

His hand slid down from my throat and he traced his fingers down my chest before curving it around my breast. Lightning skittered over my skin. He alternated between kneading my tit and rolling my nipple between his fingers while he continued penetrating me with his cock and teasing my clit with his magic.

Every nerve inside me was on fire from the sheer amount of stimulation.

I pulled against the manacles keeping my legs trapped, but I was firmly locked in place. My heart slammed against my ribs as pleasure thrummed through my whole body, waiting to be released. I wiggled my hips again.

But with my legs spread like that, my clit was defenseless against his wicked fingers. Callan shifted position slightly and increased the strength of the vibrations.

A gasp tore from my lips, and I yanked against my restraints again. But the cruel force mage only continued pushing into me at that unhurried pace while keeping his magic just below the intensity I needed.

My chest was heaving, and it was taking incredible effort to keep my eyes focused on his.

He withdrew and then slid his cock into me again while studying every expression on my face. A sigh rolled off my tongue at the feeling of his thick length filling me. I bit my bottom lip as his magic made a wonderful shiver course through my veins.

Callan upped the strength of the vibrations again.

Blinding pleasure soared inside me, and I drew in a sharp breath between my teeth as it pushed me straight to the edge without letting me fall over it. I tried to lower my legs to relieve the desperate throbbing at my core, but my ankles were locked tight. My heart hammered in my chest.

Callan rolled my nipple between his fingers and pushed his cock into me while his vibrations continued to mercilessly pulse against my clit. Lights flickered in my brain as my body trembled from the amount of stimulation.

The need for release eclipsed everything else inside me, and I squirmed against the bench. Callan only drew back out and then slowly pushed inside me again while his force magic pulsed into my exposed clit with no hope of relief.

A pitiful moan tore from my throat.

“Beg forgiveness,” he ordered.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” I amended while my brain threatened to unravel.

The vibrations increased. A brief wave of relief washed over me, and I sucked in a shuddering breath. But it was over far too quickly, and it still wasn’t enough. Lightning bounced around inside me and my body felt like it was coming apart at the seams.

“Good. Now, beg me for permission to come.”

A desperate groan spilled from my lips as the pent-up pleasure reached unbearable heights. Metal clanked as I pulled hard against my shackles while I threw my head back and forced out shuddering breaths. My brain was going to melt.

“Beg me.” Callan wrapped strong fingers around my jaw and forced my head back down. “For permission to come.”

“Please,” I pressed out between ragged breaths. “Please, sir.”

“Please what?”

“Please let me come.”

His dark eyes were dripping with command and smug victory as he held my gaze. “I warned you that I would make you grovel unless you unshackled me willingly. You refused to obey. So… grovel.”

“Please, sir,” I gasped out. “Please give me permission to come.”

“Better.”

Pleasure crackled inside me like a violent storm, waiting to be released. I wiggled against the bench and pulled at my unyielding restraints while my mind flickered until I thought it was going to shut down. Magic pulsed mercilessly against my clit. I sucked in rapid breaths. Lights danced through my brain. Or over my eyes. It was becoming impossible to keep my thoughts straight.

“Please, sir, I’m begging you to allow me to grovel for your permission to let me come.” I had no idea what was coming out of my mouth at that point. Only that my body was going to combust if I didn’t get that release soon.

Callan let out a dark laugh. “Good girl.”

He dropped his hand from my jaw to my throat while he pulled out his cock slightly. Then he slammed back into me with a force that made my body jolt back on the padded seat. I gasped as he started up the rough pace that I craved while his vibrations at last increased to the intensity I so desperately needed.

I soared towards the edge as Callan pounded into me in tune with his magic. Using the hand around my throat, he kept my body in place on the bench as it rocked back and forth with his thrusts. My vision slid out of focus as the orgasm built.

One more pulse.

Just one more pulse of his magic was all I needed.

Relief shot through my body, and I came so hard that stars flashed before my eyes.

Every one of my limbs shook, making the shackles rattle against the wooden backrest. My mind floated away on that intoxicating sensation, and unintelligible moans spilled from my mouth. Callan continued thrusting his cock into my trembling pussy while sending his magic against my already throbbing clit.

His hand tightened around my throat as he came as well.

I watched as intense pleasure crashed over his features, and it made another wave of satisfaction wash over me. A groan tore from his chest. I gasped in a breath as he relaxed his grip on my throat again before he leaned down to steal that precious air from my lungs with a violent kiss.

Only the restraints locking me to the wood kept me upright when Callan at last withdrew. My heart pounded against my ribs, and my whole body felt light and heavy at the same time.

Callan gently released my legs from the shackles and set my feet back on the ground. Then he claimed my mouth with a soft kiss before unlocking my handcuffs as well. My hands hit the padded bench since I had no strength left to lower them slowly.

It made Callan wince.

Leaning forward, he brushed my hair away from my forehead and then scooped me up into his arms. I rested my cheek against his warm chest as he carried me towards the bed by the other wall.

After placing me down gently on it, he climbed onto the bed as well and then lay down on his side next to me. Draping an arm over my body, he pulled me snug against his chest. I tipped my head to the side so that I could meet his gaze.

“I get it now,” I said.

His brows furrowed slightly. “Get what?”

“Why you favored this room.”

A surprised chuckle escaped his chest, making it shake against my body. “We haven’t even scratched the surface of the possibilities this room offers.”

I wiggled my eyebrows. “Well, then. Good thing I recover quickly.”

His eyes lit up. They practically glittered with the promise of spending another few hours giving me exactly what I wanted. I grinned back at him. He tightened his arm around me in response.

“Anything you want, sweetheart.” Leaning forward, he kissed my forehead. “Anything at all.”