Dirty Villains

by Cheri Marie

  “Arabella, I’m the one who pulled the trigger not my sister. Matty hired me to take your father out. I was supposed to take Mario and Dominic out too but with all the commotion and everyone moving around, I couldn’t get a clean shot. Then they went missing and I didn’t want to follow through on it until I could find them.” Joe looks to Matty.

  “I want to hear him say it.” I stand behind Matty with my gun pointed to the base of the skull.

  “I wanted Dominic dead before your dad, so you’d have no one but me, however, Uncle Joe got it wrong like always.” I look into the eyes that pierce my soul who nods ever so slightly. I squeeze that trigger taking in the screams as I watch Matty’s head snap back and then fall forward, his blood covering my white t-shirt. I’m overcome with the cooper taste and metallic smell of blood. I move to stand behind Tony.

  His turn.

  “Baby, why don’t you take care of the trash?” He gives the order to his enforcers and they take Joe down to the basement. Dominic lets me have these few moments and I know he’s as hot and horny as I am right now. He takes the seat Joe has vacated and watches intently as I carry out my revenge on the man and woman responsible for my father’s death. “Claria, you saw your son die, you want to watch your husband die as well, or should he watch you die?” I circle around her tapping the top of her head. “You took my father from me.” I say leaning into her ear. “I see you have some of Matty’s blood on you. Let me get that for you, “I say licking her face. Her eyes squeeze shut and she shivers when my tongue touches her cheek.

  “You’re sick,” she sneers.

  “Baby, it’s getting late and we still have an anniversary to celebrate,” Dominic says, his voice deep and commanding. His growl sends an ice cold shiver up my spine, and heat floods my panties.

  The area around us is quiet, except for Joe screaming in the basement. I’m assuming Nic’s guys have taken a pair of pliers to his fingers. “Sounds like he’s having some fingers removed, that’s gotta hurt. I wonder when they’ll get to his tongue. Ooh, do you think they’d let me do that?” I laugh.

  “You’re more fucked up than your father.” Tony mumbles.

  “Awwww, thanks, Tony, that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” I tap my gun on the top of his grey head. “But seriously, who wants to die first? My husband over there has a very hard cock tenting his dress pants and it’s screaming my name. I’d really like to ride that fucker until I can’t see straight. He really knows how to hit the spot and keep me trembling for hours, but enough about my sexual encounters with my husband, I’m sure you two don’t want to hear all the gory details of how his cock feels when I’m riding him like Seabiscuit. Let’s get this over with. Kiss each other.” I tap my foot in impatience to get this over with and I no longer hear Joe screaming, I’m assuming he’s dead.

  “It’s time,” I demand. I turn to see Dominic coming toward me with his gun out and his cock still hard. He stops behind Claria mimicking my stance behind Tony. We place our guns at the base of their skulls and listen to them ramble off their professions of love to one another, knowing this is the end.

  "Shut up," Dominic yells.

  I smile at him and we pull the trigger at the same time. The popping sound of our guns echo around the room and the smell of flesh and gasoline fills my nose. The aftermath of killing someone tickles me and sends a delicious pool of arousal straight to my core. It's a sick thrill for me.

  "Now, let's torch this motherfucker."

  I throw myself at my husband, overcome with an animalistic need to fuck. "I love you," I growl. "Take me to the car and fuck my brains out."

  Greed is one of the seven deadly sins…

  Money is the dirtiest thing there is in this world, literally and metaphorically speaking. It makes people do reprehensible acts. In the aftermath of my revenge, I feel somewhat lighter. I don’t feel remorse or regret and I’ll never be sorry for what I did. I promised my father I would find out who killed him and I wasn’t leaving this Earth until I fulfilled that promise.

  To many, I’m a heartless monster…

  To many, I’m the eighth deadliest sin…

  A Tale of Two Mutants

  A Love Story

  Alexis R. Craig

  Prologue

  Many know, or at least think they do, of all the evil or wrong doing we “villains” (oh, how I hate that term) create. Yes, I admit that there are moments in my life that I have wreaked havoc amongst the human population, but, in my defense, the humans deserved every bit of it. I can’t speak for any other “villain” or “bad boy/girl,” I can only speak for myself. And, I would like for you to stop for a minute and realize that even though you believe that “villains” can’t possibly have a heart, we do. Our hearts can love, and our hearts can be broken, just like yours. I would like to tell you a story of how much love two hearts from different sides of good and evil can have for each other.

  Please keep an open mind while reading our story, then maybe you’ll understand that beneath an evil exterior may lay a broken heart that all it needs is to be loved.

  The moonlight cast earie shadows upon the ocean waves that lapped against the pier right outside my window. I sat there each night watching and waiting. Waiting for the night to bring to me the man I hated, yet loved, with a passion I couldn’t explain.

  We were both mutants but where I hated humans, he helped them. It was a weakness he had that made me loathe him. But I was fiercely attracted to his mutant side. And, I suppose, it must be the same with him and how he feels about me.

  Every year, for the last thirty years or so, we have met here on this island to revel in each other’s arms and to forget about the world we so hated mutually. We would spend a whole week together having mad, passionate sex… in the house, on the beach, in the water- anywhere we could think of. We just let our mutant selves take over and fucked like crazy.

  Every year I have waited. Every year he has come to me at the darkest part of night. And, every year I almost wished he wouldn’t come, but, he does, and I lose myself a little further into this madness that I know is love.

  The man that I speak of – James Howlett – and the mutant that I find myself loving- is no other than Wolverine.

  My name is Raven Darkholme. I’m better known as Mystique.

  This is our story.

  Chapter One

  In the Beginning

  Raven

  “Do I know you?” The man had been staring at me all evening. I know because I was staring back. I couldn’t help it. He was downright beautiful.

  “No, but we can change that.” I smiled my most seductive smile. I had chosen to be a brunette tonight. I find I attract more, let’s say, manly men, when I have dark features. So, I decided to go with an exotic look and make my eyes as dark as my long, wavy hair, and my lips were full and painted bright, blood red.

  “My name is…”

  “No, no… don’t tell me.” The beautiful man interrupted me, shaking his head back and forth.

  “Excuse me?” I hated to be interrupted. It was rude, and the only person allowed to be rude was me.

  “I’m going to be brutally honest with you, sweetheart. I don’t want to know your name. I just want to kiss those perfect lips of yours.”

  He moved his hand up and took my chin, rubbing his rough thumb across my full bottom lip.

  “Really?” I breathed out huskily.

  “Damn right. There’s a lot more I’d like to do to you as well. Interested?” The man leaned in close enough that I could catch his scent. How did I not know before now? I never let myself get so caught up in wanting someone that I don’t recognize that all too familiar scent. This man is a mutant!

  James

  I caught myself watching every move the dark-haired beauty made. I even noticed her side glances towards me were becoming more brazen. I liked that.

  I could tell by the way she held her wine glass that she didn’t really drink often… maybe she didn’t drink at all. I openly
watched as she raised the glass to her perfectly curved lips and pretend to sip at the liquid that met her parted mouth. I couldn’t help but catch my breath as her tongue darted out to taste the wine.

  She was sexy, that’s for sure, but there was something about her that made me want to be near her. She had an attraction about her that I couldn’t resist. I’m not so sure I wanted to resist. I glanced around the busy bar and realized that I wasn’t the only man caught by this woman’s spell. At least half a dozen others were watching her. Waiting for the most opportune moment to step up and strike out. I figure this is the best time for me to try my luck… so I did.

  “Do I know you?” She had watched me walk up to her and I held her gaze as I closed the distance between us. As soon as I got close enough to her I realized why I was so damned attracted to her. To anyone else she was a beautiful woman. To my kind she was irresistible.

  “No. But we can change that.” God, her smile was enough to melt ice. “My name is…”

  “No, no… don’t tell me.” I didn’t want to know her name. I didn’t want to know anything about her. I just wanted to kiss her. Her scent was intoxicating to me and I needed her right now. I shook my head a little to clear my senses. I can’t let this woman get to me. This mutant woman, that is. If I let her in, I’ll be lost forever.

  Fuck it. We all have to get lost from time to time. Why not get lost in something warm and soft?

  Chapter Two

  Waiting & Remembering

  Raven

  I sat at that window for a long time just waiting for a dark figure to come out of nowhere. I decided that just sitting here was a waste of time and was boring as hell, so I got my ass up and started walking down to the beach. The water was licking at my feet and it was a welcoming coolness to this heat.

  Remembering back to our first meeting, I could feel a little tinge of pain pierce my heart. He had known, pretty much from the beginning, that I was a mutant. He knew about me before I knew about him, but, that night almost ended us before we even got started.

  We had flirted back and forth for about an hour. I remember we were pretty much standing as close as we could with our clothes on, our words were hot with innuendos and our bodies getting hotter with each comment. I had excused myself to go to the ladies’ room to freshen up. I was on my way back to the bar when a drunken sailor, slurring and staggering, stopped me in the dark hallway.

  “Hey sexy… what about you and me finding a dark spot and… and…” I thought for sure he was going to throw up all over me, so I tried to move to the side instead of being directly in front of him.

  “Hey, bitch, I’m talking to you.” He grabbed my arm with one of his dirty paws. I checked myself so that I wouldn’t draw attention from the rest of the bar.

  “Excuse me, sir, but I think you might be a little bit intoxicated. So, if you remove your grubby little paws from my arm, we will just pretend this incident didn’t happen.”

  “Who the fuck do you…” I chose that moment to grab his family jewels and squeeze. He didn’t finish what he was about to say; I thought he had said enough already. Instead, he passed quietly out and fell to the floor.

  Straightening my clothes and smoothing my hair, I returned to the bar. My seat was empty and so was the seat that the beautiful stranger had been occupying just moments earlier.

  I looked around the dingy bar and saw no trace of him, nor did I detect his scent. Did he witness the interaction I had with the sailor? Dammit, I should have just killed the drunk and at least felt better about losing a good lay.

  I needed a drink. A real one, this time. I moved around the bar stool and waved to the bartender. He nodded his attractive head and poured me a red wine. Maybe I’ll take him home tonight since the beautiful stranger had left me without a word.

  James

  I’ll be there soon; God knows I don’t want to go but I can’t help myself. I swear it has to be a mutant thing; this needing to be with her at the same time every year! It’s like a mating ritual almost.

  I put it off as long as I can, but the urge takes over and I need to be with her. I always arrive at the darkest hour of the night… usually right before dawn. She always knows when I arrive and she’s always ready for me. Just thinking about her makes me hard with need.

  As I step off the boat onto the deck of the small pier, I realize that Raven is not in the little house waiting on me. I can smell her essence on the air. I look around the darkness and see a dark shadow walking along the water’s edge further down the beach. God, even her shadow is sexy as hell.

  Thinking back, it’s hard to imagine that I tried to leave her the first night we met. She had taken her leave to visit the ladies’ room, and I had taken the coward’s way out and left the bar. I didn’t go far, though. I remember thinking that I just wanted a safe distance to watch her, to be far enough away to take in her full beauty without being intoxicated by her mutant pheromones. I couldn’t think straight when I was so near her.

  Standing on the pier, I watch this beautiful woman like I did that first night, like a voyeur. She was so graceful as she swayed her hips with each step. It was hard to believe that this delicate, fragile looking woman, could be so deadly. But, she was. She could snap a human’s neck without a thought of remorse. She was dangerous, and I knew it. I also knew that no matter how dangerous she could be, I had to be with her.

  Watching her move along the beach, my memories bring back the images of that first night. I was standing in the shadows of the alleyway across the street from the bar I had just crept out of. I had stood there for probably an hour waiting on her to come out, hoping she would be alone, so I could follow her at a safe distance without worrying about being noticed.

  When she came out, my senses heightened and my skin prickled. I took a step towards her and then realized that she wasn’t alone. She was looking back at the door she had just came out of and out walked a man, putting his arm around her waist and pulling her to him for a deep kiss. She definitely wasn’t putting up any resistance.

  I slink back into the shadows, seething with an anger I couldn’t understand. I was ready to snap this man in two over a woman, a mutant woman, that I had just met. What the fuck was wrong with me?

  Just as I did all those many years ago, I find myself slinking back into the shadows once more as I watch the beautiful figure on the beach. My God, what have I gotten myself into? All those many years ago, why didn’t I just leave and not look back? The answer to that was simple. I loved this dangerous, violent, gorgeous woman. Be damned my soul, I love her.

  Chapter Three

  Coming Together

  Raven

  The salty water rushed towards my bare feet and I side step the foamy wetness. I loved the feel of the wet sand underneath my bare feet, but I did not like the feel of the saltiness on my skin.

  Walking along the beach I could feel someone watching me. I knew in an instant who it was, but I didn’t want him to know that I could feel him watching me. I begin to sway my hips a little more as I took slower steps, raising my arms above my head, I stretch up into the moonlight, showing off my naked curves.

  I always know when someone is attracted to me, it’s one of my many powers, and I could definitely feel the heat rising on the air somewhere towards the pier. I side step another wave rushing in to meet my bare feet and in doing so, I turn my body to face the pier.

  Not showing that I could see him lurking in the dark shadows, I begin my slow walk back to the house… back to the man whose heated thoughts were waiting for me.

  As I reached the pier, I turned to walk up the path to the back deck of the small house. At this point the heat from James was intensifying and I knew it would just be a matter of minutes before he would make himself known. I bend over to pretend to remove a pebble from between my toes, making sure my bare ass was in his direction.

  That’s all it took. His large, masculine arms were wrapping themselves around me, pulling me back against his hardness. He was ready for me�
�� and I was ready for him.

  James

  “Goddammit, woman, where’s your decency?” I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her back against me. She had been walking along the beach with not a stitch on her gorgeous body and it had turned me on beyond anything else ever had. I knew she had felt my presence, and I knew she had put on a show for me, that made it even more hot, if that was even possible.

  “What on earth do you mean, James?” She was moving her ass back against my hard cock and I didn’t know how much longer I could take the teasing.

  “I don’t wear clothing unless I have to, you know that.” She raised up, leaning back against me, her hands reaching backwards and rubbing my thighs.

  “Come on, woman. You’ve taunted me long enough!” I pull her up into my arms and start up the path towards the house, carrying her naked body easily.

  “James! Put me down! I can walk, you know. I don’t need any man to carry me!” When was she going to learn? I stopped mid-stride and dropped her on her pretty little ass, right there on the path. The look she was giving me was one of utter disbelief!

  “What the… What the hell was that for? You fucking Neanderthal!”

  I couldn’t help myself, the look on her face was so comical, I began laughing so hard that my sides started to hurt. She can usually tell what is about to happen before it happens, but not this time. It was actually a pretty good feeling to know that I was able to make a move that she didn’t know was coming.