My Sister The Villainess - Chapter 82

Mary’s heart quickened at his hot breath tickled her ear. It was good she had already been laid down, for she was certain she’d have been unable to stand on her own. These large hands and strong fingers crawled all over her body provocatively, rendering her incapable of standing even if she wanted to.

Even so, she couldn’t say it. She refused to.

“I can make you feel even better.” His thumb traced slow, excruciating circles around her flower bud. “Let me.”

“I…” She trailed off breathlessly. Mary tried to reject him. In her mind she had a stronger will, imagining herself telling him no. Imagined pushing him away and escaping. It was useless. The words were stuck in her throat. Leaving was a distant dream.

She saw him fiddle with his belt buckle just then and moments later a thick pillar revealed itself. A bulbous head had swelled up and smile at her with an overbearing arrogance. Her face paled. The Young Master’s majesty was put on full display before her.

But he didn’t do anything, not yet. No, he simply continued to work at her. She could only lay there and put up a futile resistance. But no matter how long she waited, this captor of hers was too cruel. He was meticulous and patient, bringing her again and again to the very edge of orgasm before pulling her back.

The Young Master seemed to enjoy her suffering, taking a sick pleasure in constantly pushing her to her limits and then just a bit further.

She hated him. She’d been close to c.u.m.m.i.n.g dozens of times by now but he just…wouldn’t…let her!

The woman thought back to the last time she’d even had an orgasm. It must’ve been years ago. A soldier of some sort, if she remembered right. It had been a bit memorable. She had come more than three times that night so he was considerably more skilled than most men.

He’d been an amateur, she realized, compared to the Young Master. What had taken him hours to achieve the Young Master could do in mere minutes, seemingly on command. How many times could she have climaxed by now had he allowed it, she had to wonder.

And all the while, through everything, his erect member grinned at her. Mocking her with its girth and length. No, challenging her.

He wanted her to beg for it, she knew.

An inane thought bubbled up. Had Vera taken in this bad guy?

And that’s all it took. Thoughts of her daughter wrenched her from her enamored state. Her body cooled and she began to realize the seriousness of the situation.

“Young Master, please stop.” She broke away from him. None of this was right. Not a single bit.

All this time and she still hadn’t learned, had she? This just goes to show how foolish she is. Guilt gnawed at her insides. What was even thinking? If she really went through with this then it meant she really was just a cheap woman.

Being with the Young Master now might feel good, but it’d only be a momentary pleasure. He wouldn’t want her for long. No one ever did.

It wasn’t worth it. Not the betrayal it’d be to Ellie and Vera.

Mary truly despised herself. How easy she was, right? She felt stupid. A person shows her even the barest thread of affection and she wants to cling to it like some lost, sad puppy.

Damien nodded. “Nope.”

Mary was stunned by his casual disregard. “What do you mean, nope?!”

The youth ignored her surprise. “I mean I won’t stop no matter what. You need this. And after we’re done, I’ll tell you why.”

Mary couldn’t believe how unreasonable he was being! And yet…

“Don’t worry.” He went on strangely. ” It’s nothing you can help, this is just something being done to you.” His words took on a hypnotic quality.

She understood what he was doing, because they both understood one key fact: She could leave anytime she wanted.

He was just taking the blame for her. It’s okay, he was saying. It’s okay because this isn’t your choice. You couldn’t help it.

She couldn’t run so it’s not her fault. She couldn’t feel guilty then. He was trying to make it easy for her…but Mary couldn’t accept that.

“Young Master.” Mary steeled herself and wound her arms around him. “Kiss me.”

“What?” He asked.

He hadn’t misheard.

” I believe I told you to kiss me.” She repeated.

Mary wanted him. She had only been reminded of why she shouldn’t and it made her feel pathetic, guilty, shameless and horrible. But she at the very least wouldn’t lie about it.

Damien was mesmerized.

He finally had Mary right where he wanted her. In his arms, his body pinning her between himself and his parent’s bed, one hand caressing that silky soft hair while the other ran a finger across her mouth.

These lips…he’d taken them so many times throughout the day but still never tired of it. They were the lips he’d always dreamt about. The lips he’d wanted to kiss, lick and nibble at whenever she walked by.

Jesus. The way she looked at him with those wide green eyes, unblinking, soft and compliant underneath him. Wet and willing, offering herself to him…

He had to tell her.

“You’re still going to regret this, after.” He informed the woman. “When you calm down, when you forget how I’m making you feel. Even if you want me now, you’ll still regret this.”

Her unclear gaze told him she didn’t understand or was maybe too far gone to. “But for now, don’t worry about it.”

With that done he didn’t need to be asked twice and promptly dipped his head, realizing this was the perfect position for a thorough kissing. He took her mouth with a gentle and searching possession, savoring her slowly. Their tongues danced with each other in a hot and slippery mess.

Mary’s n.i.p.p.l.es had long since become diamond-hard. Her breath came in long, deep pulls that caused a steady rise and fall of her b.r.e.a.s.ts. Her nostrils filled with his scent for the second time today. She tried desperately not to lose herself. His taste was just too addicting, his touch too full of not just desire, but even affection.

She knew how to handle the former. It’s the later she had trouble with.

Maybe that’s why she feared forgetting herself in his kisses, because they were simple and direct and didn’t ask her to be anything other than what she is.

“Spread your legs. Wide-open.”

She heard him say. And she obeyed. She didn’t even think to question him, just doing as she was told. Awaiting his sweet torture like a good girl.

Giving into him was becoming easier.

His hand slid down the curve of her waist, to the bell of her hip. Over her thigh, up the inside and then his finger was tracing the dampening line of her cleft, sending a hissing breath past her lips. He’d made sure she was as sensitive as possible so now even that simple maneuver was enough to drive her crazy.

“You don’t have to try being quiet this time. You can be as loud as you want.”

With that said he pushed away the damp cloth hiding her little garden. A patch of neatly trimmed grass greeted him.

The head of his c.o.c.k rubbed against the fresh dew of Mary’s beautiful flower petals. He guided his shaft between those two pink lips, thoroughly moistening himself with her fluids. Already he itched to be inside her. But he had to be patient on this, had to lubricate himself properly. It took entirely too long before the level of saturation was satisfactory. Damien waited not a moment longer and decided to enter that little mouth.

When he did Mary gasped, quivering from head to toe.

It’d been a long time since she’d last had s.e.x and she felt like she were being slowly impaled by a hot iron pillar. Every inch of rock-hard flesh pushed aside her inner walls and brought a cacophony of raw pleasure like she’d never felt before. Not a single bit of space was left untouched as he continued to plunge deeper and deeper into her tiny cave.

Her insides stretched and tightened, pleasantly squeezing his erect c.o.c.k.

Damien damn near came. She was far warmer and wetter than he’d ever imagined. It’s only through sheer will that held himself back.

But Mary, too, was in shock. She could distinctly feel every tiny movement of his c.o.c.k and each thrust contained a world-shaking power. The tip of his spear dug deeply, hitting and kissing the entrance of her w.o.m.b like it was just waiting to recklessly seed her.

Damien wasn’t content with just this. He lifted her up off the bed and into the air, her legs clinging to him for dear life. She fell atop his spear, taking him in even deeper than before.

Mary felt like she’d been hit with lightning.

Having been played with by the Young Master for so long, the stimulation that had built up–now no longer being so carefully held in check–finally proved too much and caused an explosion pf euphoric spasms.

Mary’s back arched. She shuddered uncontrollably as a glistening liquid began to drip from her crotch.

She was supported only by his muscled arms, without the slightest bit of strength to call her own. But she drew upon her vast reserves of inner energy and recovered quickly.

Mary had lost all her reservations. She straddled him good and proper, riding him with a hard, wild abandon. She teased his c.o.c.k playfully in a show of superb hip control. .

Damien hugged her slim, seductive figure. One hand was at her waist while the other threaded its fingers through her emerald hair. He felt her bite into his shoulder, deep enough to surely draw blood. The pain was a stimulation in itself and made his c.o.c.k agonizingly hard.

He pumped into her as fast, hard and deep as he could. Their grunts and m.o.a.n mingled together. That changed positions constantly. It wasn’t a coordinated effort as much as it was an animalistic wrestle. One moment he was on to, the next she’d be the one to have him pinned.

They went at each other fearlessly. Damien’s entire body was now riddled with scratches and bites. Her orgasms had soaked into his skin and left her unique scent. Mary had also now been marked with her Young Master’s potent juices, inside and out. She didn’t know if his smell would ever wash off. She didn’t know if she wanted it to.

Needless to say, the stink of s.e.x had now come to pervade not just the entire room, but the whole house. The bed was a mess and several pieces of furniture from the kitchen to the living room had been ruined.

Even now, as Mary’s tight buttocks grinded against his proud flag in a teasing manner, she still showed no sign of wanting to stop. Neither did he.

Damien found himself in awe of her. The woman was amazing. Sometimes she was cold and distant, other times she was shy and maidenly. Even now she was showing him yet another aspect, l.u.s.t revealing a Mary who was s.e.xy, hard-working and vivacious.

She had so many different sides to her and he wanted to discover them all.

***

It was an entire day later.

Crisp morning air poured in from the window and caused a stray hair to tickle her nose. The first sensation Mary became aware of was one of warmth. The kind of drowsy, all-consuming, cocoon-like warmth that made you want to never move against except to burrow deeper into the blankets.

The second sensation was…she wasn’t even sure. But it was strange. Strange and unfamiliar. She tried to suss it out opening her eyes, without really moving or alternating her breath. What was it?

It was connected to her soul-deep sense of comfort, she knew, but that was all.

The warmth, the softness…She decided to simply bury herself in the covers, seeking to go deeper, back to blessed sleep. And that’s when she realized what it was: Skin. Muscle.

A faint heartbeat was singing a quiet lullaby under her ear. She wasn’t laying on a pillow. She was n.a.k.e.d, all tangled up in sheets, blankets, arms and legs. Her eyes flew open and several facts came flying at her one after the other.

Damien.

In his parents’ bed.

With her.

What’s more, he was holding her body in his arms while one hand gently rubbed her hair. The whole thing was intimate to the extreme.

She didn’t know how long he’d been like this but he seemed perfectly content just sitting there with her.

“You’re still here.” She said.

“I am.” He nodded.

Mary felt incredibly awkward. She tried to move away but he wasn’t willing to let her.

“I like holding you.” He told her. “Just bear with it a while, okay?”

His heart was as steady as ever. He wasn’t lying.

Mary said nothing. Some few minutes later he felt a wetness on his chest. “What’s wrong?” He asked even though he already knew.

The woman was crying silently. She tried to unclench her jaw but found it didn’t want to open. She forced the words out regardless.

“You were right. I still regret it.” Mary admitted. “I thought wouldn’t since I agreed. But I do. I do, and I hate myself.” She couldn’t even look at him.

Damien sighed. Well, this was always going to happen. He knew it would the second he decided he wanted her. No getting around it.

“You regret it because you think going through with this makes you cheap. That it was a betrayal, right?”

Hot, salty tears poured down her face, unleashed by the truth of his words “I know that Vera loves you.” She choked out. “And I’ve loved your father since before you were born. Now that I’ve done this I’m nothing but a shameless woman. I let myself want you and in doing so I’ve betrayed my own feelings and mocked hers.”

“No, you haven’t. ” Damien shook his head and wiped the moisture from her cheeks. “However long you’ve waited for him to love you back has been long enough. And normally I’d say it’s okay to keep loving him. I’d tell you that it should always be your choice, say that no one has the right to tell you what you can and can’t feel.” He took hold of her trembling hands. “But I’m sorry, I can’t do that this time. I’m a selfish person and I don’t like seeing you in pain. So if these feelings are just going to keep hurting you then I’ll do everything I can to help you let go of them, whether you want me to or not.”

Two mesmerizing violet eyes bore down on her. “I’ll show you that you’re priceless.”