The Villains Must Win

Chapter 361: (+18) Alistair Cain 21

"Not yet," Alistair purred cruelly, releasing Selene’s wrists only to grip the hem of her thin night undergarments. With a single ruthless tug, he ripped the flimsy garment in two, baring Selene’s lush curves to his hungry gaze.

"Much better," Alistair murmured approvingly as he drank in the sight of her naked body splayed out before him like an offering.

His hands roamed over every inch of exposed skin, caressing and teasing until Selene was trembling with need.

Alistair dipped his head to capture one rosy nipple between his lips, suckling greedily as his fingers plucked at its twin.

Selene cried out sharply at the dual sensations, arching into his touch with abandon.

"Yes...oh God yes."

Alistair’s gaze lingered on her like a predator savoring its meal before the first bite.

Not hunger.

Possession.

Selene’s breath hitched as she felt his attention press against her skin like invisible fingers.

It wasn’t what he did—it was how he watched. Slowly. Thoroughly. As if memorizing her existence.

"You look frightened," he murmured. "Yet you didn’t pull away."

She swallowed. "I don’t know if I should."

"That’s the fun part."

His hands roamed—but never crossed the line into crudeness. He traced her arms, her shoulders, the curve of her waist, as if mapping her rather than touching her.

Every brush of skin sent goosebumps racing across her body.

"You’re shaking," he noted.

"Because it feels good."

A faint smile ghosted his lips. "Good."

Selene squeezed her eyes shut as Alistair’ hand slid between her thighs. His fingers brushed over her slick warmth, unhurried, exploratory, and the heat spreading through her body stole the breath from her lungs.

A soft groan escaped her as she leaned forward, pressing her forehead against the sofa.

"Ahh..."

"So soft," he murmured.

"It feels... strange."

His finger slipped inside her, slow at first, then deeper, drawing a startled gasp from her lips. He moved with a patience, curling and withdrawing, as though learning her from the inside. Each careful motion made her body tighten around him.

When his thumb found her clit and rubbed gently, her hips jolted on instinct.

"Oh!"

Every time his finger slid back into her, a wet, intimate sound filled the air, sending fresh embarrassment burning through her chest.

She tried to resist the pull of sensation, but her legs parted wider on their own, her body betraying her thoughts. The slick warmth slipping down her thigh only made her cheeks burn hotter.

"Oh, Lord Alistair... Oh, my Lord..."

Alistair pressed his finger a little deeper before drawing it back, brushing over her warmth with a teasing touch. He smiled faintly, as though savoring her reaction.

"You have the name of something neat and tidy."

"It’s just a name—ah!"

The words she meant to say vanished as sensation overtook her. His finger moved within her, slow and teasing, and her thoughts dissolved beneath the familiar intensity spreading between her thighs.

Heat and a fragile, overwhelming joy bloomed deep inside her, sharp enough to bring tears to her eyes. This was the unseen world—one she had entered without permission, where Alistair’ touch claimed her attention completely.

"Oh... ah..."

She tried to move away, but his hand tightened around her thigh.

"Don’t run," he said quietly.

"It hurts..."

"You’ll survive."

His movements shifted—unhurried at first, then faster, more insistent.

Selene’s back arched as sensation crested, her body yielding to the relentless friction until her composure finally slipped away, leaving her breathless and trembling beneath his hand.

"Oh—ah... aw..."

Alistair stepped in close behind her, guiding her posture before his presence closed in.

Selene felt his hand settle at her hip, warm and cold all at once, followed by a familiar pressure that made her breath hitch.

Selene’s heart pounded wildly in her chest as Alistair positioned himself behind her, his hard cock pressing insistently against her tight entrance.

She knew what was coming - had been craving it for days - but the reality of the moment still made her tremble with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

"Just relax," Alistair murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down Selene’s spine. "I’ll go slow at first."

He gripped her hips firmly, holding her in place as he began to push forward.

Selene gasped as she felt herself stretching around him, the initial penetration burning slightly as he breached her virgin barrier.

"Ah...aw... it hurts...," she whimpered breathlessly, clawing at the couch beneath them. The sensation was intense - almost too much - but she didn’t want him to stop.

Alistair groaned lowly as he sank into Selene’s welcoming heat inch by agonizing inch. Her walls clenched tightly around him, fluttering and squeezing his throbbing shaft.

"So fucking tight," he grunted, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. "You feel incredible..."

Selene could only moan in response, lost to the overwhelming pleasure-pain of being so thoroughly filled and stretched.

Alistair bottomed out inside her with a final thrust, his pelvis flush against her ass.

"Oh God...I can’t...it’s too much..." she panted desperately, even as her body instinctively arched back against him.

Alistair chuckled darkly, nipping at Selene’s shoulder as he began to move within her. His strokes were slow and deep at first - allowing her time to adjust - but quickly grew harder and faster as they both became more aroused.

"Oh... yes... ah!" Selene cried out shamelessly, meeting each powerful thrust with a backwards snap of her hips.

The wet slap of skin on skin echoed obscenely through the room along with their mingled moans and gasps.

Alistair’s hand slid around to cup Selene’s breast, kneading the soft mound roughly as he pinched and rolled her nipple between his fingers.

She keened in pleasure, grinding herself back against him wantonly.

Alistair’s other hand snaked down to rub tight circles over Selene’s clit, pushing her rapidly towards the edge of oblivion.

Her voice dissolved into broken sounds as the sensation swallowed her whole. Alistair held her there, his presence overwhelming as he eased deeper, drawing a low, strained sound from his chest.

"So tight," he murmured, almost in disbelief.

Then he began to move again.