Page 62 of Ruin

“Get changed now, or stay home.” This time my voice is a little hard, and I turn to face her so she knows I mean it, because she is not leaving the house like that, and she can sulk like a baby all she wants.

Lileah walks off, and I turn back to Trixie, finally getting up and walking over to her. Towering over her, I move my finger over her new tattoo. I don’t know why but I find it sexy, but I hate it at the same time. There is something which is unsettling about it, and I can’t think why,

I softly run my hand through her hair, softly down the side of her face. She closes her eyes as I reach her bottom lip, and I stop by the ring. Without me saying a word her lips part slightly. I pull her ring a little, wanting her mouth to open a little more for me.

I slide my finger into her mouth, and I glide it over her tongue stud, and the feeling makes my dick jolt in my pants. Fucking hell, what is she doing to me?

Trixie closes her mouth around my finger and starts sucking on it slowly, and I lean in closer to her. Taking in her sweet and spicy scent, and whispering, “You smell good. Now, how do I punish you for ignoring me all day?” I ask her, then stand tall over her again. Trixie’s eyes widen, locked with mine, and she stops sucking on my finger. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” I warn her, and she continues.

“Undo my button and feel how hard I am for you.” Her eyes are still locked on mine. I feel her hands on my jeans, as she undoes the button and lowers the zipper. The tip of her nails scrap over my skin as her hand disappears into my jeans.

The moment her hand wraps around my hard on, I grunt out the word, “Fuck.” My hand moves to her neck, and I smile. This is the tattoo she should have around her neck, my hand.

I quickly pull away from her for two reasons. One, I hear Lileah walking down the stairs, and two, I don’t think I can stop myself fucking her right now, and the thought of tattooing my hand around her neck is something I shouldn’t be thinking. Not for her, anyway. Yet, the thought of it makes me burn with excitement, the thought of her having a part of me for the rest of her life.

I look at her neck and smile to myself. It would be better than what she has now. Zipping myself up, I hear Lileah behind me.

“Better?”

Turning around I look at her, and shake all the thoughts about Trixie out of my head. Her perfect fucking mouth, lips, tongue, how her sexy legs should be wrapped around me, while I fuck her so hard she sees the stars for days, or how I should tell her to get on her knees to suck my dick until there is nothing left for her to suck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What is going on with me?

“Let’s go.” I snap at them both before I do something I might regret.

SIXTEEN

DECLAN

I thinkeveryone from school is here for this party, well, the ones who like to party. None of the geeks are here, or the freaks no one talks to. Leaning back on the kitchen counter watching everyone in the other room, I’ve had Trixie in front of me since I’ve got here. Her back is on my chest, standing between my legs, my finger moves over her bare thigh, as she moves the tip of her nail over my hand, which is placed on her stomach. It feels so natural.

She’s been drinking, and I caught her smoking the fucking shit she always smokes. Weed. It pissed me off, and she knew it did. The look in her eyes when I took it off her it hit me. It hit me fucking hard.

I could see she wasn’t smoking for fun like some of the other students do. She was smoking it to forget or numb whatever is playing in her head.

“Declan.” I roll my eyes when I hear a voice in my ear. “Leave the freak. We can have some fun quickly,” Stephanie whispers, and I ignore her for a moment as I take a sip of my beer. “You know you want it-”

“Don’t want anything, not tonight.” I haven’t touched her since I’ve had a taste of Trixie. I mean, I thought while in high school Stephanie would pass the time for me, while I still had fun with others, but now I’ve tasted Trixie, not one woman I’ve been with comes close to her.

Fucking hell, Trixie has me hooked on her.

Stephanie stands in front of me, and looks Trixie up and down, stopping her sight on my hand, which is still on her thigh. Ignoring me, she continues to shoot daggers toward Trixie. “Get away from him,” she sneers at her, but it makes me smile. However, it’s short-lived, when Trixie tries to move out of her way.

What the fuck? I don’t think so. I pull her body back into mine and hold her tight against my chest, so she knows not to move.

Stephanie looks at me, then smiles. “This freak, really? Her soul is probably as black as the outfit.” She turns back to Trixie, and takes a strand of her hair, and Trixie stands up straight, her back leaning on my chest. “Are you still a virgin? I bet you are. No one wants to touch a freak like you.” I’m waiting for Trixie to finally snap and do something. I know she has it in her. It was funny when she head-butted Theo for touching her.

“You can move away from him, or I’ll make sure I make your life hell at school, what Declan has done will be nothing to what I will do to you.” Stephanie crosses her arms over her chest, still having her eyes locked on Trixie.

There is nothing Stephanie can do, but I still don’t like the threat she’s made about her. For now, I’ll keep my mouth shut. I want to see how far she'll take it before I need to step in, when the time is right, because she has no idea the amount of shit I have on her. And when she finds out the dirty little secrets I know about her, she'll be shocked.

Trixie once again tries to move away, and this time the hand which was on her stomach moves quickly to her neck, pushing her back so her ear is closer to my lips when I lean down to her.

“If you try to move again, I’ll show everyone here your sexy dragon nipple rings. Don’t piss me off.” Now I won’t let anyone touch her, never mind see her sexy tits. Those rings are for my eyes, and my eyes only. Anyone even thinks about touching her, I’ll rip their head off.

“Fuck off, Stephanie, before you annoy me.” Taking another sip of my beer, I close my eyes for a moment, letting the voices in my head settle down a little.

I’ve tried to shut them out today, but I didn’t sleep last night. I think I got about two hours. All day the voices have been going on in my head, the shouting about how much they hate me, how they are going to kill me. The only time they stopped for a moment was when I was with Trixie at the house, when it was just us.

“You know she’s going to be an even bigger bitch now.” I open my eyes and turn to Vinn, looking over at Stephanie talking to her friends. “You should know not to mess with crazy-” he then looks over at Trixie. “Then again, you went with the freak.” He laughs, and walks away from me, and Trixie looks at her feet, using her nails to take the label off the beer bottle.

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