Villain Ch 1916. Like a Demon
He felt it.
His stomach tightened, every muscle coiled like wire, like a drawn bow ready to snap. His back arched slightly into each roll, breath hitching with every new body that used him like a throne.
And yet—
He smiled.
Even panting. Even sweat-slicked and half-bruised from kisses and teeth. Allen smiled.
Because they hadn't won yet.
Because he was letting them think they were breaking him—just long enough to show them what happened when a devil got serious.
Someone gripped his shoulder hard—Shea, probably—and gasped his name loud enough to echo. Her body clenched down around him, squeezing hard, making his vision flash white even behind the blindfold. He grabbed her hips and thrust up—once. Deep.
She screamed. Bit into his neck. Collapsed against his chest.
He came again.
Hard.
