Page 55 of Ruined

Blake lets the door go. Not looking at me her hands begin to move.

You can fuck off.

I chuckle. The girl’s got some spunk. She rolls her eyes, closes the fridge, and finally turns around to face me. It always surprises me she has yet to ask about why I wear a mask or ask about me in general. Unless she asked Jace about it, and I doubt he would say anything.

“What’s wrong, pet? Still mad at me?” I take one step closer, and she takes one step back. I smile again. She might be mad, but she likes this game.

I’m not your pet, you stupid pighead.

“You sure about that?” Taking one more step, Blake is up against the counter. “Nowhere else to go.”

Blake glares up at me, staring into my cold, dark eyes. Neither one of us is moving, and I refuse to be the one to look away first. Blake seems to have the same idea. After what happened, I thought she would have become scared of me. She pushed Jace out, refusing to talk to him. So, color me pink that Blake is standing in front of me, let alone glaring up at me. No hint of fear in her eyes.

“Who are you trying to prove a point to? Jace? He might look like the knight in shining armor, but I can promise you, his mind is just as fucked up as mine. Yourself? Did someone hurt you that badly that you think by standing up to a big strong man will make you feel better?

You’re not that big or strong,Blake signs back, rolling her eyes.

“Or trying to prove that point to me? Because listen, pet, you won’t prove shit to me. You’re nothing,” I spit out. I stand with the tip of my boots touching her toes. “We all know you have daddy issues. Can I make you scream Daddy?”

Blake snaps in a second, pushing towards me. I see the knife right before she sinks it into my side. Grunting, I grab her wrist, twisting her around. “That wasn’t very nice, pet.” Wrapping one arm around her, I use my other to yank the knife out.

“I’m not sure where you keep getting these, but I have a feeling Jace has a supply for you.” Tossing the knife to the side, I drag her up against my chest backing up towards my room. “I think I want to play with you now.”

Blake throws her weight around, trying to get me to stop. I’m much bigger than her, not that she’s even all that strong. Her struggling is futile and within a few seconds I’m slamming my bedroom door closed. Jace might think he’s a light sleeper, but I know since I’m around he’ll let himself fall into a deeper sleep.

Blake kicks her legs out, trying to knock me off my feet with each step. Her hands reach up, trying to slip their way into my mask.

“I wouldn’t do that, I’m not sure I’d let you go once you’ve seen my face.” It’s a lie, but she doesn’t need to know that. I’ll simply just kill her. With the thingsI want to do to her, the ways I want to make her suffer, I don’t think I could let her go back to her parents. All the psychos in her family would come after me. Not that I’m scared of them. I could just find another cabin like this and live.

Shoving Blake towards the bed, she bounces a few times before she snaps her head towards me, glowering. I rub my gloved hand over my jaw, tilting my head to the side, scanning over her body.

“You’ve got me curious, little pet, did you have daddy issues before or after whatever happened to you? Was it Daddy’s fault?”

Blake shakes with anger, and her jaw tenses, biting down on her tongue. I feel her getting ready to explode. It makes my cock harden. I didn’t plan to make her scream tonight, but the idea turns me on. It’s been my mission since I saw her. I want her to open that pretty little mouth just before I shove my cock into her.

“Come on, tell me, does Daddy beat his little girl? Is that it? You must have Mommy issues too. I know she put that tracker in your arm. But fuck, I’m hard just thinking of all your issues. Maybe a guard, we all know how men around a who—”

Blake flies off the bed, a fiery little kitten. I smile as she crashes into me, a weak attempt to punch me. I like Blake like this, the fire, the raw emotions.

Grabbing her wrist, I twist her around until Blake’s back is against my chest. She continues to struggle against my hold, her ass bumping against my cock. I know she feels me, but that doesn’t deter her. Instead, she thrusts her ass harder against me.

“I think you’re looking for a spanking,” I mumble into her ear. I want to run my tongue across her face; the idea of wanting to taste her skin against my mouth has me almost ripping my mask off. I’m not entirely sure why the idea pops into my head, but I ignore it. I won’t take my mask off now or later. “Did Daddy ever spank you?”

Blake tries to kick backward, but the bottom of her foot hits my shin. I grunt, tightening my grip around her waist. The pet has one hell of a kick, I’ll give her that. But it only makes me laugh. The angrier she gets, the more she flails around trying her best to knock me down.

“It’s okay, pet, I think it’s time I spank that ass red. Maybe you’ll learn your lesson to stop pushing me.”

Shoving her down on the bed, I climb on top of her, one of my knees in her back while I yank her leggings and panties down. Blake struggles against my hold, twisting her head back to see what I’m doing.

“You know, the more you struggle the harder this will be on you.” My eyes drop down to her pale ass. The first time I saw her naked I didn’t get a clear view of her ass, but now, fuck, she’s a sight. My mouth waters, and my tongue aches to be in her ass. I want to taste her pussy and violate her ass.

Reaching around, I place my gloved finger near her mouth. “Open,” I order.

Blake stills, eyes snapping up to mine.

“I won’t ask again, open your fucking mouth,” I growl.

Blake slowly does as I tell her, barely opening her mouth. Rolling my eyes, I shove my finger into her mouth causing her to gag silently. Well, fuck. What will cause her to make a sound? I move my finger in and out of her mouth, fucking it slowly at first. Blake’s mouth is warm and wet, and I ignore the protest, warning me not to take my glove off. Ripping my glove off, I toss it to the side. Moving my fingers around, the burns lining and covering my entire hand.

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