Kiss The Villain: Chapter 13

This wasn’t really part of the plan.

Not that I know what the plan was exactly except that I needed to confirm he wasn’t fucking another student.

It’s not that I care, but it’s pride.

Something related to my demon’s ego.

Okay, so maybe I’ve kind of got gory thoughts fit for snuff movies about the students who could’ve sucked his cock.

And about him.

Which is why I bought the Taser.

Listen, I meant to use it to torture him for answers, but then he said I was his one and only and that kind of confused the shit out of me. Because I liked it. So much so, I think I was speechless.

Something that I’d never experienced before.

So goddamn random.

I’m not supposed to like anything coming out of this man’s mouth.

And yet here I am, dragging him to his bedroom, where he has all the ropes and lube and weird devices. I know because I snooped into his drawer of nightmares, hoping to find something, but, instead, ended up with visual assault.

Anyway, his skin is hot and a bit tingly due to the electrocution. Thanks to one of Niko’s guards, I got one of those strong black-market ones. The dude specifically said it can’t be used on anyone weighing less than a hundred eighty pounds or with any health issues. And that it can black out certain people, even if they’re over the weight limit and have no health concerns.

My dear professor is slabs of muscle, so he’s over two hundred pounds and he looks as healthy as Satan to me, so we’re good on that front.

Unfortunately, he didn’t black out, though, and keeps shaking his head.

I’m disappointed he didn’t scream or even grunt when he took the hit. He would’ve looked hot.

Not that I think he’s hot.

I mean he is, but that’s beyond the point.

Once we’re close to the bed, I try to lift him up and his entire weight falls on my shoulder, nearly knocking me over.

Jesus fuck.

The man is a truck. Or like this goddamn steel wall that’s always hell-bent on crushing me.

“You’ll be punished for this, you little fucker.” His speech is a bit slurred.

“Language, Professor.” I grin as I throw him on the bed.

He falls on his back at the edge, his cock forming a tent in his silky pants, apparently not fazed by the electricity. I have to adjust mine, because why the fuck is that view so tantalizing?

Starting to think asking these questions is a total waste of time because my dick has a mind of his own now. Guess I should stop overthinking these awkward boners around Kayden.

They happen. End of story.

Maybe tonight will be the end of it, once and for all.

I peel off my jeans and hoodie on autopilot, down to just my boxer briefs. When I look up, his dark stare is locked on me—rage or arousal, hard to tell.

With him, they’re pretty much the same thing anyway.

I have a great body and even better posture, I know I do. Years of disciplined workouts and relentless archery training have made sure of that. Enough muscle to show off abs and look defined without being bulky.

I yank the knife from the holster strapped to my calf and leap onto him, straddling his waist. My gaze flickers to his chest, broader than mine, shoulders sculpted, and, seriously, eight abs? The snake tattoo coils across his torso, making him look like a dragon.

And that dragon is now at my mercy.

I spot a tiny lily tucked under the serpent’s scales on his side, oddly out of place with the rest of the ink. Asking about it would scream interest, and I’m not about to go there. So I shift my focus to his face.

He stays perfectly still, his breaths shallow yet deep, breathing like he’s wrestling with some invisible force. Electricity? Sure, let’s go with that.

‘Don’t give me that look.’ I let the tip of my knife flirt with his chest, skimming close but never breaking skin. “You’re the genius who said I could fuck you if I got on top. Didn’t say I couldn’t cheat, so I did. I kind of have to with assholes like you. Survival of the smartest, right?”

His cock presses against my ass, just the thin barrier of my boxer briefs and his pants between us, but I stay stubbornly upright, refusing to give him the satisfaction of even a millimeter of friction. Sure, I said I wanted to fuck him, but let’s be real—I wouldn’t know where to start. And if I’m being brutally honest, screwing a guy isn’t exactly on my bucket list.

But being his bitch? Yeah, that’s not in the cards either. The very idea makes my teeth itch.

Still, keeping my ass from giving in and grinding against him is becoming a full-time job, and my cock is not helping, stretching and aching like it’s about to file an official complaint.

The frustration boils over, and I want to punch him for it—so I do. My fist flies up and slams into his ridiculously gorgeous face.

His head jerks to the side, and I grip his jaw, yanking him back to face me. “If you weren’t in my life, none of this damn confusion would’ve happened!” Punch. “I could’ve gone on living just fine, no issues, no complications.” Punch. “But tonight? Cherry was naked and all over me, begging me to fuck her, and I couldn’t get it up.” Punch. “Yet now, I look at you, and I’m about to lose it.”

I’m panting, my knife hovering dangerously close to his heart. I should kill him. No, skin him alive and see what’s hiding under all that flesh.

Maybe then I’ll find the witch blood he’s clearly cursed me with.

“I told you to get rid of her, didn’t I?” His voice sounds a bit clearer, almost biting.

“What?”

“Cherry. I told you to get rid of her. In fact, I distinctly remember saying to get rid of all girls.”

“That’s none of your⁠—”

His hand snaps to my throat, so fast it’s almost supernatural for someone who was just fried by electricity.

Wait. Was he really paralyzed or just faking it?

I lash out blindly, my hand swinging and catching him in the abs —and I mean it actually catches him. It’s not a deep cut, but it grazes him. Blood wells up in a neat line before trickling down, and for a second, I’m too fixated on the scene to hold on to the damn knife.

He knocks it out of my hand, the clatter sharp against the floor. I lunge to punch him, but he’s faster, trapping both my arms in an iron grip and getting on top of me.

A frustrated growl rips out of me as I thrash, but it’s useless. He’s already reaching into the drawer and pulling out the ropes with terrifying calm.

‘Wait…’ I squirm and twist, desperation creeping into my voice. ‘Let’s talk, okay? I’ll negotiate. Just don’t tie me up.’

A feeling of helplessness washes over me at the thought. It was one thing when I was drugged, but now? Now, it feels like I’ll be served to him on a silver platter.

“There’s no negotiation, Carson.” He tilts his head, all focus and quiet menace as he yanks my hands above my head and ties them to the headboard. The bindings feel tighter this time. I can’t even budge. “You’ve tested my patience enough tonight. I might’ve let the cheap Taser stunt and even the punching slide, but I made it clear—no girls. I don’t share my toys.”

‘I’m not a toy!” The sharpness in my tone surprises even me, and I hate the reasons clawing at my mind. Maybe it’s my growing apprehension.

Or maybe it’s because I hate being just a toy to him.

“Not a toy. My fucking toy.” He tweaks my nipple, pulling a grunt from me as he moves, removing his pants, and then he sits on the pillow, his thighs caging my head. Blood drips from his wound onto my forehead, but he doesn’t even flinch, like it’s the least of his concerns. “You’ll be punished for disobeying simple orders, Carson.”

“Fuck you⁠—”

He forces his cock all the way to the back of my throat. I choke, my eyes wide, my heart pounding with pure, desperate instinct.

I pull at the ropes, trying to shove him off, but they only bite deeper into my wrists.

“The next time you think about being naked with someone else, I want you to remember the punishment waiting for you.” He holds his cock there at the back of my throat until I think he’ll choke me to death. “I don’t share what’s mine, and you are mine. I can play with you, hurt you, even let you hurt me, but you belong to me and no one else, you hear me?”

I’m thrashing, survival instinct surging through my veins. My vision blurs, and then I realize it’s tears. They’re streaming down both sides of my face, soaking my temples.

He groans.

The motherfucker groans.

His fingers slide across my cheek, wiping them. “I have no qualms about hurting you. I will fuck your face until you cry every time you act like a slut for someone else, Carson. You can only be my slut. Am I clear?”

“Mmmff…”

Just when I think I’ll black out, he pulls his dick out just the slightest bit to allow me some breaths, and then he’s slamming in again. Saliva and precum flood my mouth and trickle out.

It hurts. My jaw, the back of my throat. Everything hurts.

And it’s making my cock hard.

It’s not even funny anymore. I’m being humiliated in the worst way possible and I’m hard?

Why?

Just why does the pain he inflicts make me so horny?

I rub my legs together, trying to get friction, something, anything.

“Your mouth was made to take cock.” Thrust. Hold. “My cock. You look pretty when being stuffed full with my cock.”

“Mmf,” I mumble around his girth, and I don’t know what I’m trying to say, or why my chest squeezed when he called me pretty.

“Your fuckhole will also take my cock so deep, you’ll lose your goddamn mind. It’s only a matter of time.” Thrust. “You despise the idea of submitting because it shatters the grandiose image you have of yourself, but I will have you beneath me, whether you like it or not. You’ll take my cock in my pussy and thank me for it.”

I struggle to breathe, my ears ringing as he forces his cock all the way down my throat. I swallow around it, my airways constricting, and the discomfort sending a rush to my balls.

“You had the chance to fuck me, and you still played with your knife like the little deranged psycho you are. You know why?” He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling at the roots. “Because you love being dominated, and you sure as hell don’t like putting in the work. Bet it bored you to death with the girls.”

I try to shake my head, to hit, to do anything, but I can’t. I’m trapped by both his touch and his words.

It’s breaking me down, stripping away the things I thought I knew about myself.

Because it’s true. I really, really hated putting in the effort.

My least favorite thing about sex, actually.

Still thrusting into my mouth, Kayden reaches behind him and lowers my boxers just enough to grab my cock, stroking it in that delicious rough way.

Precum trickles onto his fingers and he uses it to jerk me painfully, just the way I like it.

The way he knows I like it.

I grunt around him, huffing a breath that makes him groan, the humming sound spreading in my chest.

God, I’m close.

I’m so stimulated and wound up, I’ll come in no time.

“See? You’re getting so hard by being used like a little slut.” He thrusts deeper, brutally, making me feel his wrath, his punishment. “No one’s ever seen you like this, and no one ever will.”

I breathe through my nose, gasping around his large cock, the veins pulsing against my tongue, the walls of my mouth, and I’m feeling every agonizing inch.

Every aggression he promised.

He’s big, like really huge in both length and girth, close to nine inches, if not more, so it actually hurts to be throat-fucked by his cock.

The fact that he doesn’t hold back somehow makes me twitch and shudder in his hand.

It makes me so horny, too, because I’m apparently into pain.

So much so, my balls are close to explosion.

Just when I’m about to come, he fists the gland hard and presses on my cock’s opening.

“Mffuck…” I groan and protest, but he just keeps thrusting and thrusting, and thrusting, while his hand on my cock remains motionless.

“This is a punishment, not a reward. You don’t get to come.” His pace grows rougher and more frantic, and I’m in agony. Because he won’t let me come.

I’ve never felt this edged before—except when he did it the other time. He always toys with me and I’m helpless, completely at his nonexistent mercy.

What seems like forever passes, before he jerks me again.

I thrust my cock in his hand, shamelessly chasing the unhinged intensity I’ve never felt before.

The deeper he goes in my throat, the harder I thrust up, swallowing around him, wanting him to come, too.

“I said.” He squeezes my cock again, stopping right before I shoot cum in his hand. “This isn’t about your pleasure.”

Fuck.

Fuck.

I’m turning delirious. Completely and utterly mindless, I think I’ll kill someone just to come.

My skin tingles, tears streaming down my face and sweat covering me from head to toe as he pounds and pounds and pounds me with his cock. It’s so far back, I think I’ll swallow him.

He jerks me again, sending delicious waves through my wound-up abs, and then stops at the brink, right when I’m about to finally let go.

A small whimper leaves me, but I’m so numb, so lightheaded, my lids grow heavy.

“Eyes on me. I’m not done.” He pulls at my hair, startling me awake. “Your mouth is only mine, isn’t it? I’m the only one who can choke it and stuff it full of my cum, right?”

I stare, dazed, really going out of it, actually. It’s like I’m swimming in the middle of nowhere and I don’t feel on edge.

My mind is blank, empty of all the thoughts and plans and lies. It’s just a white room in the middle of nowhere, and it’s only him and me here.

In that white room in my usually busy brain.

“Nod your head. Tell me I’m the only one you’ll allow to touch you. Fuck you whichever way I please.”

I nod without thought.

“Good boy. I love it when you’re obedient.”

Something lights up in my chest, and I blink at him as his blood trickles down my forehead and cheek, then mixes with his cock in my mouth.

I swallow around it, gulping the metallic taste and the precum.

“Fuuuck.” He grunts, seemingly loving the view as much as I like the taste. “You’re made for me, my little monster, aren’t you?”

I nod again.

“Fucking Christ. I love how you take me. You feel so good, you know that?”

My stomach is full of these rampant little bats that are slaughtering each other, and I can’t stop looking at him as I lick him and swallow around his crown just the way he likes it.

Because apparently, I love his praise.

It’s sending me to the edge.

“I’m close. Mmm, you’re doing so well, baby.”

That spark comes again, and I swear the bats are multiplying by the second. I like that he’s close and that I’m the reason, but mostly, I like that he’s not calling me by my last name.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “You going to drink my cum?”

I nod again, mesmerized as his abs tighten. The blood is still trickling down, making a mess, and I swallow anything that comes into my mouth, taken by his expression.

There’s deep euphoria on his handsome face, an erotic bliss that shakes his large body, as he shudders and comes down my throat.

Somehow, I find myself licking around his cock as he pulls it out. Our eyes meet as cum cascades down either side of my mouth, mixing with the blood.

“What a mess,” he mutters, his voice less harsh as his thumb grazes the corner of my lips.

And I have this urge to lick him. The cum and the blood.

The second shouldn’t be a surprise since I’m kind of sick, but the first? What the fuck?

Since when did I become addicted to his cum?

My jaw aches, but it’s nothing compared to how my cock stands painfully hard. So much so that I can’t think past the constant throbbing.

“A whole fucking mess.” His deep, raspy voice carries in the room like a whip as he glides down my abdomen and then over my cock, smudging it with blood.

I grunt, but he doesn’t offer any friction as he kneels between my legs and removes my boxers, tossing them aside.

“Want a reward?” he asks with a small smirk. He really, really loves messing with me.

“Mmm.” The sound is so low, I can barely hear it. It’s hoarse, too. Damn, I think I’m losing my voice.

“Do you think you earned one?”

“Mmm.”

“Use your words. Speak louder.”

“Yeah.” I try not to glare at him but probably do.

“Since you were obedient, you did earn this reward, baby.”

My chest does that tightening thing again and my breathing deepens.

“Now, be a good boy and say please.”

“P-please.” I thrust up and he presses my hips back down.

“Patience.”

I groan but say nothing, not wanting to provoke him, not when I’m practically dying. I have no doubt this asshole would leave me like this the whole night just to teach me a lesson.

His gray eyes flicker, like he’s waiting for me to rebel, and then a soft light glimmers in them.

A hint of pride?

Why would he feel that for me?

And why does it feel like a gentle caress on my face?

“Mmm. Since you’re behaving yourself, I’ll let you experience completely submitting to me and liking it.”

I start to tense up, thinking he’ll fuck me, but he pulls my legs apart and lifts my ass so that I’m on my upper back and shoulders, and then his mouth is on my ass cheeks, peppering kisses and nibbling.

At first, I’m confused, but then it hits me when he darts his tongue out and licks my back hole.

A jolt rushes through me and my ears feel like they’re going to explode.

“W-wait…what are you…”

He lets out a hum against my hole, the sound reverberating somewhere inside me as he licks and slurps around the rim until I think I’ll either detonate or die of shame.

“Take what I give you, baby.” He speaks against me, his hoarse voice vibrating through me before he thrusts his tongue inside.

My whole body convulses and a strange noise rips out of my throat. I try to thrash, but his big hands are digging into my thighs, preventing me from moving.

I pull at the ropes, moaning. “Mmfuck…”

I can’t help but watch through the awkward position as he thrusts his tongue in and out, in and out, the rhythm making my cock leak down my abs, the stickiness trailing to my chest.

I’m so damn close, I cry out.

His eyes meet mine, shining, challenging, and I look back even as I grunt, biting my lip.

Fuck.

Motherfucker.

“K-Kayde…fuck…”

“That’s it, baby.” He looks at me. “Come for me. Show me how much my pussy loves it when I eat it.”

He nibbles on my balls, then slides his tongue back to my hole.

That does it.

I groan loudly as my dick shoots cum everywhere, my abs, my face, the bed. It’s the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had, and that’s saying something since all the orgasms this man has given me have been mind-blowing.

But this one? This one pulls on the last string of my sanity.

It’s like being transported to a different headspace. That white room again. All mine.

And his.

A nibble on my ass cheek brings me to the present before he lets my legs down. They fall lifeless, and cool cum trickles down my belly and onto the mattress.

It’s a messy clusterfuck, but I can’t seem to focus on that as I watch him from beneath lowered eyelids.

He hovers on top of me and strokes my hair from my forehead, his touch gentle, and it creeps me the fuck out. Because I kind of like it.

And I shouldn’t like it.

“That’s why you’ll take my cock, baby. Not because you’re forced into it, but because you’re not that proactive but enjoy being ravaged and can come with ass play alone.”

“I don’t. You’re the goddamn gay one,” I say with a weak voice.

He chuckles, the sound low. “Don’t use that as an insult. It’s beneath you, and you’re better than that. If I can accept wanting you and eating your ass, you can accept being attracted to me, too.”

I want to say no, I’m not, but my lids are heavy, so I let them fall.

I think I feel him untying the ropes and cleaning the cum—and blood—off me, but I can’t be bothered to get up.

Just a sec. I just need a power nap and then I’m fucking him up.

In the middle of the haze, I think I feel his fingers stroking my hair as he says, “You should be thanking your lucky stars that I want you, little monster.”