Vicious Villains (Ruthless Villains Book 4)

The ache in my lower back disappeared completely within about half a minute of swallowing the healing liquid. In fact, my whole body felt rejuvenated. After twisting from side to side to test out my newly healed body, I lifted the now empty glass vial and studied it. It was a really neat trick.

“We should tell Sam about this,” I said while I turned the vial over and continued peering at it. “He’s only twenty-four, so imagine what he could accomplish in a few years if he knows that it’s possible to bottle healing magic like this. We could have access to some really powerful potions then.” A soft laugh escaped my lips. “Well, if we survive that long, I mean.”

Callan didn’t reply. When I looked up, I found him standing right in front of me. It took me by surprise since I hadn’t heard him approach, and I started slightly.

“That,” he began, his voice rough, “was unnecessarily hot.”

“What was?”

He reached out and took the empty vial from my hand. It let out a faint clink as he put it down on the side table along with his own. Then he moved back to stand right in front of me and braced a hand on the wooden wall next to my head. A thrill raced through me as he raked his gaze up and down my body.

“You,” he answered. “Everything that you do. Everything that you are.”

Leaning back against the wall, I smirked up at him. “Oh, I know. But would you like to be more specific?”

He traced his fingers over my collarbones before mimicking, “Keep leveling that sword at me and find out.”

I let out a satisfied laugh.

With one hand still braced on the wall next to my head, he drew his other lightly up my throat and then cupped my cheek with his palm. The sudden seriousness in his eyes made my breath hitch.

“You’re so damn fearless. And unapologetic.” The corners of his mouth twitched up in a sly smile. “And it’s so fucking hot.”

A warm sparkling sensation fluttered through my chest. I loved how he always saw me. Always saw the real me and was never intimidated or put off by the fact that I was powerful. He liked it. And I loved him for that.

I answered his sly smile with one of my own while I drew my hands down his muscled chest and then slid my fingers underneath the thin dark fabric of his shirt. A shiver coursed through his body as I traced my fingers along the top of his pants. Curling them around the hem of his shirt, I slid it up his stomach. He brushed his thumb over my cheekbone and closed his eyes while I slowly pushed the shirt upwards.

When I at last reached the top of his chest, he loosened a shaky breath and opened his eyes. I was too short to be able to smoothly pull his shirt over his head and arms, so he grabbed the bunched-up fabric and yanked it over his head in one fluid motion. My eyes dipped down to his bare chest.

Fuck, he was glorious.

Before the shirt had even hit the ground, my hands were already on his warm skin again. I drew them down his firm chest and traced my fingers along the sharp ridges of his abs while I greedily drank in his body.

Mine. This was all mine. He was all mine.

He surged forward, as if he was done waiting. Cupping my cheeks with both his hands, he kissed me deeply. I slid my hands up again and locked them behind his neck before drawing him harder against me. My back hit the wooden wall with a thud.

Callan braced his left forearm against the pale wood panels for support and then slipped the other one around my back, pressing me tighter to his chest. His tongue explored the inside of my mouth while his lips possessively claimed mine.

Heat swirled through my core as the hand that had been resting against my spine started fumbling for the ribbons that laced up my dress. I arched my back to give him better access. He continued stealing desperate kisses from my lips while he tried to get my dress off at the same time.

I moaned into his mouth as his teeth grazed my lower lip.

He let his other arm drop from the wall and instead used both hands to try to untie the ribbons. I released my grip on the back of his neck and slid my hands down his chest before raking my fingers along his ribs. A violent shudder racked his body. And the ribbons on the back of my dress were still in place.

A growl of frustration ripped from deep within his chest.

Tearing his lips from mine, he pulled back enough that he could place his hands on my hips. His eyes were dark with desire when he jerked his chin at me.

“Up against the wall,” he commanded, and used his grip on my hips to roughly spin me around.

My pussy throbbed as I faced the wall and placed my palms against the smooth wood.

He grabbed the back of my dress and started furiously yanking at the ribbons. My body jerked with the movements. Pressing my hands hard against the wall, I tried to ease the desperate need for him that washed over me. Fuck. I wanted the dress off. Now.

At last, the dress was loose enough that Callan could slide it down my chest. I took my hands from the wall and shoved the infuriating garment down impatiently. The black fabric pooled around my ankles. I stepped out of it and toed off my shoes before using my feet to push both them and the dress to the side. The dress was of a design where I didn’t need to wear a brassiere underneath, so the move left me standing there in only a pair of dark panties.

“Hands on the wall,” Callan ordered, his voice rough.

It took incredible effort to stop myself from turning around to face him, and instead place my palms back on the wall. As soon as they were resting against the pale wood, Callan stepped closer. I could feel his powerful form behind me, and the air between us seemed to crackle with anticipation.

A moan rolled off my tongue as he traced gentle fingers down my spine before he slid his hands along the side of my ribs and then down my stomach. I shifted on my feet to relieve the terrible throbbing at my core as he slipped his hands underneath the thin fabric of my panties.

“Callan,” I breathed.

His lips brushed the back of my neck.

My pussy was soaked, begging for his touch, as he kissed his way down my spine while sliding my panties down my legs. I let out another desperate moan and arched my back.

When that final garment at last reached the floor, I whirled around and grabbed Callan’s belt. With a firm yank, I pulled him closer to me.

He tried to distract me with kisses down the side of my neck while I unbuckled his belt and slid it out. A shudder racked my frame as his lips brushed that spot below my ear. Something between a moan and a growl tore from my chest, and I impatiently unbuttoned his pants and practically shoved them and his underwear down his thighs. His hard length sprang free.

But before I could pull him closer to me again, he bent down and yanked off his boots and then the rest of his clothes. They hit the floor in a heap.

The moment they were off, I closed the distance between us. With my fingers interlaced behind his neck, I stole frantic kisses from his mouth while I backed him towards the neatly made bed. His hands roamed across my naked skin, sending lightning dancing in their wake. I took my hands from him only long enough to place them against his chest instead.

The back of his legs hit the wooden frame with a thud. I shoved him backwards. The mattress bounced as his muscular body hit it back first. While he scooted backwards to position himself fully on the bed, I crawled up after him and straddled his thighs.

Mischief glittered in his dark brown eyes as he grabbed me by the hips and flipped us around. I barely had time to react before I found myself lying on my back with him straddling me instead. His cock brushed against my entrance as he repositioned himself above me.

A needy noise came from my throat.

His warm hands slid along my ribs and curved around my breasts. My chest heaved as he traced a finger around my left nipple while he massaged my right tit. I bucked my hips, pressing myself harder against him. He toyed with my nipple until I was panting with the need for him.

Reaching up, I managed to snake a hand around the back of his neck and yank his mouth down to mine. Our lips met in a violent kiss right as he shoved his cock inside me. I gasped into his mouth. My hands slipped down to his muscled arms as he pulled out slightly and then thrust into me again. A satisfied groan tore from my chest.

He leaned down and kissed the side of my neck. I dug my fingers into his arms as he traced the tip of his tongue up the column of my throat before alternating between brushing his lips over the sensitive skin and grazing it lightly with his teeth.

My body jerked against the soft mattress as he slammed into me again. Pleasure washed over me at the feeling of his cock buried inside me all the way to the hilt. I let out a shuddering breath that transformed into a moan halfway through when Callan kissed the corner of my mouth while shoving deep into me.

His lips disappeared from my skin. I tried to blink my eyes back into focus to see why, but Callan’s forceful thrusts were making my brain flicker. The pleasure inside me kept building.

I had just managed to get my vision clear when a strong hand wrapped around my jaw, forcing my head into a position where I looked straight into Callan’s warm brown eyes. He shoved his cock into me again.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

My pussy was throbbing with the building tension, and I only managed to suck in a deep breath as another thrust of Callan’s hips sent me sliding up the sheets.

“Audrey.” His voice was dark and rough, possessive and powerful. “Tell me you’re mine.”

Before I could answer, he slammed into me again. I moaned and tried to toss my head from side to side as the building pleasure inside me reached incredible heights. His fingers tightened on my jaw, keeping my head firmly in place and my gaze locked on his.

“I’m yours,” I gasped out as he shoved inside me again. “I’m yours, Callan.”

He relaxed his grip on my jaw and leaned down to claim my mouth. Lightning crackled through my veins as he thrust his cock into me all the way while growling against my lips, “Yes, you are.”

I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and kept his mouth against mine even as he slid out and then slammed into me once more. The throbbing pressure inside me was so intense that I could barely see straight, but I kept my grip on his neck as I whispered against his lips, “And you’re mine.”

“Always.”

Release exploded through my body. My inner walls trembled around Callan’s thick cock as the orgasm crashed over me. I moaned into his mouth as he stole my breath from my lungs while he rode the wave with me.

A groan tore from deep within his chest as he came as well.

I sucked in breaths that didn’t seem to contain enough oxygen as our bodies thrummed with pleasure. His fingers curled in the soft sheets, gripping them hard. The haze of release was blurring the edges of my vision, but the sight before me was crystal clear.

Dark brown eyes full of pleasure that I had given him.

And full of love.

For me.

All of me.

I pulled his lips back down to mine and kissed him hard.

He was mine.

And I was his.