Page 63 of Ruin

She finally looks up, and I follow her sight, and lock with Ash when I see him nodding to Trixie, and for some messed up reason she tries to move forward.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I shout in her ear, and turn her to face me. “I find you smoking that shit again, I swear on everything I care about, you’ll be fucking tied to my bed, and I’ll fuck your mouth until you physically can’t open it.” She doesn’t look at me, but she moves her hands.

Can I go talk to my friend?I have to laugh at her question. Talk, is she joking? He doesn’t even understand when she signs, so what one way conversation are they going to have?I won’t go outside.

I remove my hands from her stomach. “Okay, go.” I watch her walking over to him, and see the first fucking smile on her lips all night. I know she didn’t want to come here, and I’ve made her come, but why does she have to smile for him?

“You know she’s a nice girl,” I hear Lileah next to me, and I turn my head slightly to face her. “Shame you’ve been a dick to her, and so have your friends.” Before I can say anything to her, she walks away with her friends, and I look back over at Trixie, but she’s not there. Scanning the room, I can’t see her. I leave the room to find out where she’s gone.

My hands curl into a ball as I try to hold the anger inside me, not wanting anyone around me to see it. She laughs at something Ash has said, then leans in closer to him as he brings his hand out for her to take a drag of the joint between his fingers. I power walk over to Trixie as the smoke escapes her lips. She didn’t fucking listen. Did she think I wouldn’t have smelled it on her?

Growling, I grab Trixie by the upper arm and pull her away from Ash. “Get over here,” I growl into her ear and push her ahead of me. Trixie stumbles as I push her up the stairs, and I’m not even being gentle with her.

Walking into the bathroom, I slam the door behind me and slam her back into it. “Why can’t you fucking listen? No fucking smoking!” I shout in her face, slamming my hand on the door next to her ear, and she shakes against the door, but she says nothing. How can she? She has nothing to fight with.

“One simple thing, and the second I take my eyes off you, you do it.” I grab her hair, pulling her away from the door. “Twice you’ve pissed me off today. Now get on your fucking knees. You should be lucky I can’t tie you to the fucking bed, and fuck your mouth. Now. Get. Down.”

Licking her lips, she kneels on the cold floor, and she closes her eyes. “Undo my jeans and get my dick out.” I snap at her. My dick has been semi-hard since I saw her at the house She looks so fucking sexy in this dress, how can I not be hard.

“Suck it.”

Her mouth opens, and I force myself between her lips, going until she gags. My hands knot in her hair, using it like reins to control her head. I’m going to make sure she knows she has to fucking listen to me. When I tell her something, I mean it.

The sound of her choking is a sound I enjoy listening to. I pick up the pace, my balls slapping against her chin. I’m going to force myself down her throat, whether she likes it or not.

Her eyes water, tears escaping down her cheeks slowly as I force myself harder and harder down her mouth, choking her to the point of almost blacking out, but I pull away before it happens. Right now, I don’t fucking care if I hurt her, that’s how lost I am.

My dick slowly moving in and out of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat every time I thrust.

Once I hit the back of her throat, I hold her head there for a few seconds wanting to feel the tightness of her throat as she sucks hard, but then starts gagging fighting for air. I pull her away from me, pulling her hair so she’s looking at me. Tears are covering her face and even that is making me not feel anything. She pissed me off and didn‘t listen. I grab her face hard, and make her open her mouth, and I spit not once but twice into her mouth, then thrust my dick back in, this time a lot harder, a lot fucking harder than I would have to anyone else, and she chokes. But it doesn’t stop me from fucking her mouth harder and faster.

“Swallow every fucking drop.” I shout at her as I cum hard in her mouth, and she sucks, she sucks hard, swallowing everything I give her. I hear her choke as my dick is still buried in her mouth. Once I’m happy with her swallowing everything, I pull out of her mouth and grab her hair to stand up. Pulling her panties down, not caring she said it was the time of the month, I pick her up and slam her against the door, and my dick grazes her pussy.

“Fuck.” I quickly pull away from her and punch the door so hard it puts a dent in there. What am I doing? I shout to myself. “Clean yourself up!” I shout at her. What the hell was I about to do? Trixie looks in the mirror, grabbing some tissue to wipe the mascara around her eyes, then I yell at her. “Go to Lileah, and Lileah only.” I open the door for her and when she steps out, I slam it shut then punch the mirror, which scatters into tiny pieces. Some pieces stick into my skin, but I don’t even feel them.

Shaking my head, I leave the bathroom and go to find Lileah. I take some of the mirror pieces out of my hand, then I hear Lileah shouting at someone to fuck off, which makes me look over and I see Vinn trying to touch Trixie, and Lileah is pushing him away.

Pushing people out of my way, my fist connects with the side of his face. When he turns to face me, I punch him again. He tried to touch what’s mine. Is he high himself? He goes to punch me, but I move out of the way, and connect my fist once more, until he falls to the floor, and I go to get on top of him, but Lileah shouts at me.

“Declan, stop.” She grabs my arm to stop me and pushes me away from him, then stands in front of me.

“What the hell? For someone who says they don’t like her, you sure as hell don’t act like it. You make her dance in front of everyone, even let some of the guys touch her when she is on the table, so of course they’ll try it.” I take my eyes away from Vinn and look at Lileah.

“Wake up, asshole, before it’s too late. I saw it from the start. But you’re so full of…” She stops and shakes her head. “Wake up.”

“Take her home.” I shout at her, and walk out of the house.

I can’t be around anyone, because I think I will kill someone. Having my body with this much rage burning through it, there is only one place I can go if I want to hurt someone.

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I stop the car and get out, slamming my hands on the rock for the gate to open. Cain added my prints to the system a few weeks ago, telling me if I ever need to come here and get away from things I could without him. But I also know he’ll know I’m here the moment my hand is scanned, so he’ll have Lincoln or himself check to see why I’m here. Unless the man isn’t already here. But right now, I don’t even care, as anger is still boiling inside me, still wanting to hurt someone, all because of her, Trixie.

Why do I care?

She’s nothing to me.

I don’t need a girl in my life, fucking hell, this was the year I have fun,. I was supposed to go to the sixth floor at the club and fuck as many women as I could, and yet since I got back from The Pit, I haven’t fucked as many women I would have liked to the week before school started. Why? Because of fucking Trixie. Again, why? She’s not mine, well she is mine, but I’m not hers. I can still do what I want. Fuck who I want. Yet, the only person I can think about fucking is her.

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