REBORN My Second Life I Became The Villianess (Nyxara) novel Chapter 33

I came hard, crying out his name“Dario…” as my walls clenched around his fingers and my thighs shook against his shoulders, but he didn’t stop. He kept licking, kept sucking, kept working his fingers through every pulse, drawing it out until I was gasping and oversensitive.

Then he flipped us over, In one smooth move he rolled onto his back and dragged me up until I was straddling his face. My thighs framed his head. He looked up at me for half a second, his eyes dark and his mouth already glistening, then he pulled my hips down and buried his face in my pussy again.

“Ride it,” he ordered, voice rough against me. “Use my mouth.”

I did. I ground down onto his tongue, rolling my hips, chasing the next orgasm while he licked and sucked and groaned like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted. His hands gripped my ass, spreading me wider, holding me right where he wanted me. Every time I tried to lift up, he yanked me back down.

My second orgasm hit harder. “Dario…fuck… to much” I screamed as my whole body locked up, my thighs clamping around his head and my pussy pulsing against his mouth. He moaned into me, loud and desperate. He kept going, his tongue still working and his fingers digging into my hips, forcing a third orgasm out of me until I was shaking and sobbing with it, my juices dripping down his chin.

Only then did he ease me off his face.

I was still trembling when I slid down his body. His cock was thick and heavy, straining hard against his clothes, the outline of it long and obvious.

I freed him, and it sprang free, thick, veined, and so fucking big my fingers couldn’t fully close around it. The weight of it settled into my palm, hot and solid, the kind of length that made my stomach tighten just looking at it. It jumped in my grip the second I touched him, thick and heavy, with precum already beading at the flushed tip and starting to drip.

I wrapped both hands around him for a second, feeling how much of him there still was beyond my fingers, the sheer size and heat of it. Then I leaned in and took him into my mouth.

Slow at first, my lips stretching around the head, my tongue swirling, then deeper. I sank down until he hit the back of my throat, then pulled back, sucking hard on the way up. He groaned, deep and guttural, his hips twitching under me.

“Fuck little Kitten,” he gritted out, one hand sliding into my hair. “That’s it. Take it.”

I gave him everything. I sucked him hard and deep, my tongue working the underside. My cheeks hollowing, taking him as deep as I could. Spit slicked his shaft and I used my hand on what I couldn’t fit, stroking in time with my mouth. Every time he groaned or cursed under his breath, I took him deeper, faster, messier.

His control was shot. His hips started thrusting up into my mouth, shallow at first, then harder. The hand in my hair tightened. He was close, I could feel it in the way his cock swelled against my tongue, in the raw sounds spilling out of him.

“Pull off Kitten, I’m going to cum,” he warned, voice wrecked, but I didnt “Fuck….” he groaned.

I sucked harder, moaning around him as the first hot pulse hit my tongue. He came with a groan, thick ropes flooding my mouth. I swallowed every drop, milking him with my lips and tongue until he was shuddering and spent.

When I finally pulled off, my lips swollen and shiny, he was staring down at me like he still hadn’t had enough. His chest heaving and his eyes were black with possession.

He dragged me up his body and kissed me hard, tasting himself on my tongue and me on his.

“Fucking perfect,” he muttered against my mouth, already hard again against my thigh. “Mine”

When I finally pulled back, my lips swollen and burning, he was staring down at me like a starving man offered a feast, his chest heaving under his shirt and his eyes entirely black with possessive fury.

I hit send. Without waiting to see the chaos I had just unleashed, I closed my laptop, tossed my phone onto the nightstand, and pulled the covers over my shoulders, drifting off to sleep with a smile on my face.

The steady, heavy pounding on my door dragged me out of a deep sleep.

I groaned, tossing the blanket aside and padding across the floor to pull the door open. Ella and Bianca were standing in the hallway. One looked genuinely worried, wringing her hands, while the other one looked like she was about to vibrate right out of her skin with suppressed, chaotic excitement.

"Morning," I muttered, rubbing my eyes. "What's going on?"

Before I could blink, Ella grabbed my hand and dragged me down the hallway, rushing me toward the large window that overlooked the back stone patio.

"Look," Bianca whispered, her eyes wide as she cracked the window open just enough to let the morning sounds drift in.

Down on the patio, a full-blown war was underway. Dario, Nysa, and both sets of parents were sitting around the outdoor table. Nysa was shoving her phone right into Dario’s face, her voice shrieking with a hysterical edge that echoed off the stone walls.

I turned my head to look at Bianca, raising a brow. "What is happening out there?" I whispered.

Bianca let out a breathless, wicked little laugh. "My brother said he had work last night, right? Well, he just got back five minutes ago and the second he walked through the doors, Nysa ambushed him, screaming that he was cheating with some little slut because somebody sent her a video. She shoved the damn video right in his face, but my brother didn't even flinch or say a word and now she's dragged both sets of parents into it to make him pay." Bianca ended.