Kiss The Villain: A Dark MM Enemies to Lovers Romance

The fight drags on for a long time.

Too long, actually, because now, I’m panting, and my Taser’s been kicked under the bed.

What? I wanted to see him shake with electricity.

Didn’t happen. Instead, I’m down a jacket because he grabbed it, and I had to shrug it off to escape his grip.

But here I am, shoved against the bed, on my stomach. I lift myself onto my hands and knees, but he’s already behind me, kneeling, his legs trapping mine.

My muscles tense as he reaches into the drawer and pulls out the ropes.

Sex ropes. I googled them. It’s why they don’t bruise for long no matter how much I pull against them.

I know I told him to tie me, but the idea of giving up all control sends a jolt through me. I try to elbow him, but it’s like hitting a damn wall. The guy’s all muscle, solid as stone.

“Get the fuck off me,” I let out in a grunt.

A low, dark chuckle rips out of him as he catches my elbow and then throws my arm away. “The more you fight, the harder I get, baby. There’s nothing hotter than your little struggle.”

He thrusts his pelvis against me, his huge bulge nudging against my ass cheek. It feels so hot that I get distracted, and he uses my lack of fight to start removing my shirt.

His long fingers graze my heated skin, sending a shudder through me as he drags the fabric over my head and tosses it aside.

My lips part when his large hands follow, gliding down my spine, vertebra by vertebra by vertebra. Then lower, tracing my waist, my stomach, my chest.

It’s like he’s memorizing me. Every ridge, every line, every inch of skin.

And somehow, it makes me feel worshiped.

That thought churns my stomach, transforming it into that war zone all over again.

How the hell can a malicious, stoic, practically robotic man find my body so damn fascinating?

Both his index fingers rub my nipples, sending a zap through me. “I love how your little nipples perk up when I touch them. Or pinch them.”

He does that, pinching them so hard that I recoil, a strangled noise escaping me.

“I also love that you enjoy the pain I unleash on you,” he whispers against my ear, then nibbles on the shell. “You look fucking adorable when you fight it. But we’ll work on that.”

“Shut your mouth.” I try to elbow him, but he shoves me forward.

I land on the mattress with a slight bounce, and he looms over me, his weight pressing into my back.

I strain my neck to the side, catching a glimpse of him. Even though I’m tall and muscular, he’s broader and bigger, and in this position, he radiates pure dominance.

Effortlessly, he grabs my wrists, yanking them forward and securing them to the bedposts like it’s second nature. The thought of how many women he’s done this to twists something ugly in my chest, coiling tight.

But those thoughts evaporate when his lips trail down my spine, soft and deliberate. He kisses, sucks, then nibbles, each touch sending shockwaves through me.

I bury my face in the navy silk pillow that reeks of him, desperate to smother any embarrassing sounds threatening to escape.

“Stop kissing me like that,” I grit out from between clenched teeth.

“Mmm. But I love your taste, baby.” He continues kissing, licking, sucking the skin that’s not supposed to be sensitive but apparently is, because my cock is growing heavy against the sheets.

Still kissing, he unbuckles my belt and removes my jeans and boxers, throwing them somewhere I can’t see.

“Stop fucking doing that,” I snap as he sucks somewhere on my lower back. “I’m not a girl.”

“Never been with a girl this muscular before, but I’m not complaining.” He drops a kiss on my ass cheek, then bites hard, so hard, my eyes roll back and my dick drips precum on the bed. “Never bitten a girl’s ass before, and I’m fully aware you’re a man. That doesn’t stop me from wanting to mark your fuckhole, baby. I want to claim every inch of you.”

“Fuck.” I grunt when he does it again, this time slapping the other cheek.

Hard.

I jolt against the sheet and my cock is full like I’ve never experienced before.

Fuck. Jesus.

Kayden alternates between biting and slapping, slapping and biting, keeping me on edge with anticipation for what he’ll do next.

“Mmm. Red does look good on you.” He kneads the skin, and I think I’ll just come from the torture alone.

He shifts behind me, and I turn to the side to see him grabbing a bottle of lube from the drawer.

My hands pull at the ropes. I’m still fucking apprehensive about this. Part of me doesn’t want it and is getting really freaked out at the idea of being fucked.

I don’t like it.

The loss of control.

The idea of being under someone else.

Of being hurt when I should be the one inflicting pain.

I’ve always been in control, so this entire thing kicks my survival instinct into overdrive.

And I twist beneath him, wanting to fight this for real. To stop it—not that he’d let me.

The other part, the part that can’t help coming back for more, likes that he won’t let me.

Jeez. I knew I was fucked up, but I didn’t think I was this fucked up.

Kayden shoves my back down when I fight and slaps my ass, then lifts it in the air. “Stay still so I can lube my pussy up.”

A groan rips out of me when his fingers lather cold gel all over my back hole, and I bury my head so he doesn’t see my face. I don’t even want to imagine the type of expression I’m making.

“My virgin cunt is dripping wet. Mmm.” He thrusts two fingers in and I tense up, but it only lasts a second as he thrusts in me in a firm, soothing rhythm. “Look at you taking my fingers so well. The view is driving me insane, baby.”

His cock, hard and absolutely heavy, glides up and down my ass cheek. When did he even remove his boxers?

My question remains hanging as he adds another finger. I strain and tense up. “That’s…”

“Shh. You’ll have to take my fingers to be able to fit my cock, baby.”

“God…fuck…”

“You’re doing well, little monster. Stop overthinking and just take what I give you.”

“Fuck…”

He leans over my back and bites my nape, then does that wicked sucking of my ear. “I know you’re used to being the one in control, and this terrifies you. I know you despise the idea of being fucked by a man. I know all of that. But, baby, you’re also making me lose control. I never thought about fucking another man, but the idea of not taking you is driving me out of my goddamn mind. So be a good boy and take me.”

Something throbs in my chest. Not my dick. My chest.

I mumble a throaty noise against the pillow as his fingers tap that spot inside me, but only for a few seconds, before he pulls out.

“I’m fucking desperate to be inside you.” He lifts my hips, his fingers digging into the sides before he releases me, and I strain my neck to look at him.

My throat dries at the view of him kneeling behind me, squirting lube over his cock, and lathering himself from top to bottom.

I think I downplayed his size before to avoid praising him even in my head, but the guy is criminally huge. How the fuck will that fit inside me?

Apprehension slithers to my tight stomach, but it soon vanishes when my eyes drag to his stormy ones.

There’s an intensity in the way he watches me, like he’s memorizing every inch of me, every breath I take. It’s not just a stare; it’s a raw, unspoken claim, as if he knows exactly how much power he holds over me and takes sick pleasure in making me feel it.

But there’s something else there, too, something magnetic. His gaze softens, just a fraction, before he exhales a long, deliberate breath that makes my chest tighten.

“Fuck, baby. I love that look on your face.”

What look?

I want to ask, but I don’t get the chance when he latches on to my hip and holds his cock at my back hole.

And then he thrusts in. His crown presses against the tight ring of muscles and the round tip breaks through.

He’s in my ass.

A man’s dick is in my ass.

I drop my head on the pillow, my lips trembling.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Slap.

The spank on my ass wrenches me out of my head and brings me back to the present in full-blown colors.

“Relax, don’t allow your body to fight me.” He kneads the skin he just slapped in firm movements. “I want you to enjoy it when I claim my pussy, baby.”

He thrusts his hips again, this time pushing so far in, I strangle on a cry, pulling on the ropes so hard, I think I’ll dislocate my shoulders. He’s so big, I’m being stretched out, completely and utterly impaled by him.

It hurts.

Fuck, it hurts.

Why am I doing this? Why didn’t I just let the asshole go⁠—

Slap.

This time, his fingers dig into my hair. It’s not short, but it’s not that long either, and he manages to lift my head, then leans down so his lips hover near my cheek. “Don’t go there. Stay with me.”

“It hurts…” I mumble, feeling weirdly vulnerable.

“I know.” He stays still for a while as he slides his tongue from the corner of my mouth over my cheek and to my eye. “You love the pain, so use that and fall into it, don’t fight it.”

“I feel every inch of you, prick.” I pant. “I even f-feel your veins pulsing inside me.”

“That’s because I’m holding on to my last goddamn smidge of control not to bottom out.”

“Y-you’re not fully in?”

“A little over halfway through.”

“No way…fuck…”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He chuckles, the sound low and dark, but his voice catches, proving just how much he’s losing that control.

Because of me.

Because I’m also owning him.

Because I’m the only man he’s ever wanted to fuck.

This time, when he moves, I relax my body as much as possible, my breathing getting so chaotic and heavy until my lungs burn.

Kayden releases my hair, letting my head fall back down, but I look back at him.

His muscles bulge, the veins in his neck, arms, and the back of his hands protruding from how much he’s straining not to fuck me like an animal.

Because I’m the only man who drives him crazy.

Just me.

“You with me, baby?” He grabs a handful of my ass cheek, digging his fingers into the bruises he left there.

“Mmm.” I choke on a moan.

“You’re really making me work for this ass, you know.”

“As…you should.”

He chuckles, but it’s strained as a drop of sweat trickles down his temple.

And as I watch that, I grow a bit conscious since, well, I really hate putting in the effort. My biggest fucking pet peeve about sex, actually. So what if he’s also…

I dart out my tongue, licking my suddenly dry lips. “You hate it? Working for it, I mean.”

“No, I’m loving it. Best challenge of my fucking life.”

My chest shudders as I pant. So when he nudges again, I control my breathing, relaxing even more, allowing him access inside me.

I drop my head on the pillow and fall into the pain as he drives in farther and farther, stuffing me full of his cock.

My body adapts, molding to him, accommodating him, letting him reshape me.

Literally and figuratively.

“That’s it. You’re taking my cock so well. Mmm. Your walls are strangling me so good.”

Slap.

A muffled grunt slips out of me and my cock thickens, precum forming a wet pool on the bed.

“You’re making a fucking mess.”

“Can’t…stop it.”

“I know, baby, I know.”

“M-more…” I whisper.

“What was that?”

“Go all the way in. Slap me in the meantime. I can take it.”

“Goddamn… God fucking damn it. You were made for me.”

A rush of heat floods my chest, melting something deep inside me.

It’s not supposed to. Not over words. I don’t trust words—not since I was twelve. That was the moment I stopped believing anything people say.

But now, as he calls me baby and tells me I’m doing well, I believe him.

Maybe it’s because his voice wavers and his breaths strain when he says those words.

Or maybe it’s because I’m not just hearing the words. I’m feeling them.

He gives a hard shove, burying himself all the way in my ass, hitting that sensitive spot in the meantime. “Fuck, baby. This is the best feeling in the world.”

“Mmmfuck…”

It doesn’t hurt.

Or maybe the pain is crushed by the euphoric throb that pulses through me.

And I’m leaking so much precum, it’s like I’m coming in increments.

He’s positioned my ass so far up in the air, I can’t have any friction from the mattress, and I look down to see my precum still dripping and soaking the sheet.

Fuck. Who would’ve thought I would be so turned on by being dominated?

Being so delirious due to ass penetration?

And the pain.

And him.

“My cunt is so warm and wet. You’re so tight, baby.”

“That’s because you’re b-big.”

“Mmm. Love how you keep complementing me, baby. You’re taking this big cock so well.” He’s moving now, his hips jerking back and forth, not viciously, but the rhythm picks up by the second.

God. I can feel every ridge of his cock, every vein, every bit of friction. It’s driving me insane.

He slaps my ass again, then kneads it, and I think I come a little.

“I wish you knew what it feels like to be in your virgin pussy. Your hole is swallowing me so well. I can’t stop.”

“Kayde…fuck…”

“Love how you call me in that husky little tone, baby.”

“K-Kayde…y-you’re tearing through me.”

“That’s right. I’m tearing through my tight little cunt.”

“There…that’s, yes…fuck!”

He pounds harder, his hips smacking my ass with every thrust. I’m delirious, so close, on the edge myself, but instead of focusing on that, I focus on him, on his labored breaths.

Something wraps around my throat, my belt, as he lifts me up slightly, my arms stretching to the bedposts. His hard chest presses against my back. Both of us are so slick with sweat, we’re rubbing against each other in a cradle of warmth.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Let me see your face.”

My chest does that annoying throb again. “I thought I d-disgusted you.”

“I lied.” He nibbles on my throat, my jaw. “You’re the most beautiful man on the goddamn earth, baby.”

Fuck.

Why is he saying shit like this?

And why is my heart beating so loudly, I think it’ll burst through my chest? What is this motherfucker doing to me?

“I love your hoarse little voice when you moan my name.” He sucks on my bottom lip, fucking me deeper, harder, the slaps of flesh against flesh and my shameless moans echoing in the air. “I love all the noises you release when overwhelmed by pleasure, how your throat bobs up and down, how your ears flush. But most of all, I love how your body accommodates me, how you let me fuck my virgin cunt when you wouldn’t let anyone else have this power over you.”

“S-shut up.”

“You smell so good, baby.” He inhales sharply by my ear, his breaths breaking and stuttering. “Why the fuck do you smell so good? Feel so good? Fucking hell.”

He sounds mad, I don’t know whether at me or himself, but I can’t focus, because he’s hitting that spot.

Once.

Twice…

“Yes…right there…fuck me!”

“This tight hole was made for my cock. It’s only mine.” His lips suck my parted ones, and he kisses me.

Deep and raw.

I let him suck my tongue, my lips, and I bite, but it lacks strength because he’s fucking me so good.

A man is pounding the living fuck out of me and I’m delirious.

He merely chuckles in my mouth as he devours me.

Kayden kisses me as he fucks me, his tongue matching his dick’s rhythm, nearly pressing into my goddamn throat.

He releases the belt and wraps his hand around my jaw. “You like how I’m owning you, baby? How your body submits to mine?”

Low groans and moans echo in the air and it takes me a second to realize they’re mine. I’m releasing all these embarrassing noises as he fucks so hard, I can barely breathe.

I don’t want to fucking breathe.

Every time he bottoms out, shoving against my pleasurable spot, I come a little, groaning and crying out.

“Tell me you like it,” he insists, biting on my ear. “Say you like being fucked by me.”

“Fuck…” is my only reply because I’ll probably die if I admit that out loud.

“You don’t have to say it, I feel it. I see it in your eyes.” He peers at me, his eyes so dark but alive, and not empty. Far from it. He actually looks a little unhinged. “These eyes never lie.”

A droplet of sweat drips from his hair on my forehead, then mixes with my own and slides down my nose and onto my cheek.

“Your ass is glorious, baby. I don’t want to leave it. Ever. But I need to come balls deep inside you.” He goes deeper, and deeper, I think I feel him in my stomach.

Am I supposed to feel him in my stomach?

“Ask me to fill you up with my cum, baby.”

“I’m not saying that…”

He goes harder. “But I want to claim my pussy.”

“Then…do it.”

“Say the words. I want to hear it, baby.” He hits that spot inside me as he wraps a hand around my cock. “Now.”

The command sends a tingle through my quivering insides, and I lick my lips.

“Come…inside me, please, Kayde… Ahhh⁠—”

My words end with a moan because I’m coming in long waves. I’m coming and coming, I think I’ll never stop. He didn’t even jerk me up, not even once.

I came by being fucked.

Jesus Christ.

“Fuck, baby, fuck. I’m going to fill my pussy with my cum.”

His rhythm turns more frantic and then he groans deep as he swells and throbs inside me with his lips against my neck.

The fact that he’s coming with me somehow coils and deepens until I release a long sob of relentless desire.

The pleasure haze swirls and swirls until I think I’ll faint. Hot liquid fills up my insides as he jerks his hips, his pelvis slapping in pulses against my ass.

His hot breaths fan my neck and I close my eyes for a second to calm my fucking heart after the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced.

Our heavy inhales and exhales mingle and fill the air as he also pauses, probably needing to slow the hell down.

Because what the fuck was that?

Since when is sex supposed to feel like an out-of-body experience?

His arms wrap around my chest and waist as his whole body presses down onto mine from behind and he buries his head in my nape. We’re so glued together, it should make me apprehensive, try to run away, even, but I don’t want to move.

I don’t want to lose this peace.

It’s that white room again. The empty comforting space that someone like me shouldn’t need, or like.

But as he breathes into my neck, harsh and heavy, I think I’ll fall asleep.

In that room.

With no demons screeching out from the void.

Peace.

Quiet.noveldrama

When was the last time I had this?

“Fuck.” His voice is so low, and I think I feel him tense up before he lifts himself off, letting me fall on the mattress.

Cold air raises goosebumps on my naked skin, and I’m mad at myself for not telling him to get off me before he did.

He pulls out and that’s when I realize he’s been buried inside me the whole time. As in, I fell asleep not minding that he was inside me.

My face heats as liquid pours out of me and onto the sheets.

The realization dawns on my hazy brain.

I’ve been really fucked by Kayden.

I search for the part of me that should regret this, but there’s nothing. I can’t even pretend I hated it, not even slightly. If anything, it feels like a pivotal moment in my life.

He walks into the bathroom and comes back with a warm wet towel, then starts to wipe his cum off my ass.

“Don’t touch me,” I snap, wiggling against the ropes. “Untie me and I’ll do it myself.”

“That’s the second time you’ve said that, and I’m telling you to drop it. Learn to let me take care of you.” He slaps my ass cheek, and I jolt, my spent dick twitching.

“I don’t want you to take care of me. I’m a grown fucking adult.”

“Language.”

“Just don’t do it. It makes me feel weird.”

“Because you’re not used to it, but you will. With time.”

“No, I won’t.”

“We’re not having a conversation. I’m telling you that’s what will happen and that’s that.” His voice drips with quiet authority. “Got it?”

I glare at him.

He ignores me and continues his task. Kayden is surprisingly gentle when he wipes me up, almost too gentle. It’s giving me the creeps.

I let my head drop onto the pillow, screwing my eyes shut. I tell myself it’s so I don’t look at him treating me like that.

Like no one has ever done before.

And, actually, I don’t…I don’t hate it per se.

I’m soon floating to sleep, feeling so sedated and goddamn tired.

“Sleepyhead,” I hear him mutter as he unties my wrists and rubs them softly for a while.

He really is treating me so gently for someone who has no qualms about hurting me. But I guess I hurt him, too, with the drugs and tasering and knifing.

Besides, he thinks I’m sleeping so I don’t have to put up a front.

After finishing with my wrists, I feel something being pulled from beneath me. The messed-up sheets, probably, and the pillow I wet with my saliva is also replaced, and then he disappears for a while, and when he comes back, his fingers rub something cool on my ass.

A soft whine slips out of my lips as the marks burn, but he taps the skin, carefully lathering it with what I assume is ointment.

The gentle rhythm lulls me into a deeper sleep, and I barely make out a warm duvet being placed on top of me.

As I float and float into that white room, I hear his voice laced with a touch of darkness. “What the fuck am I going to do with you now?”