Page 57 of Ruined

“Damn, pet, I didn’t think you’d cum that fast.”

My head rolls to the side, gazing up at him from the corner of my eye. I find him already staring at me, a flicker of uncertainty behind the mask. I’m not sure if he’s even aware that he’s doing it. Either way, I give him the slightest nod.

“Give me another one,” he orders. The one-second moment we had gone and passed, I don’t get a warning before he removes the knife from my body. “Get on all fours.”

Frowning, I peek over my shoulder, confused about what he has planned. I shouldn’t willingly get into the position he wants. But I do what he wants anyway, pushing myself up onto my hands and knees.

“Keep your eyes forward,” he snaps. Turning my head towards the headboard, my eyes widen trying to see into the dark. All my other senses are in high alert, the small breeze from the fan above causing my skin to break out in goosebumps. I hear him moving around behind me, and the nerves nearly take over my body. I could bend my head down, at least enough to see him and what he was doing.

“You think I can get you to scream Daddy?” he asks. Suddenly I feel his hot breath along my inner thigh. My pants are still around my knees, feeling more exposed than I felt like I have ever been. That was until he lifts my shirt, pulling it up over my head. I shake my head, dropping to my elbows. I attempt to look back, but Ryker fists the back of my head, shoving my face down. I jerk as the belt comes down on my ass.

“I told you to keep your eyes forward,” he growls, his voice a little clearer. The belt connects with my ass again, and my eyes squeeze shut. “Are you going to be a good slut and listen?”

I nod, forcing him to pull my hair.

“Good pet. Now let’s see how you taste,” he mumbles, letting go of my hair. It doesn’t connect with my brain what he says until I feel him spreading my ass cheeks further apart. Humiliation hits me, my face turning red. It takes everything in me not to turn around and run for Jace’s room. I don’t even want to think of him right now.

Thankfully, every thought in my body flies out the window the moment I feel Ryker’s tongue probe my ass. Jace had been the only other person to eat me out, I’m not entirely sure how to react. Jace and Ryker are polar opposites. Some guys want girls to moan, but I can’t do that. Some want the girls to just be quiet, but I want Ryker to know I enjoy it. I want more.

I need more.

“I wonder if there’s anything you wouldn’t let me do?” Ryker hums against my skin. I can’t think clearly, not with me being out and open like this. WithJace it was relaxing, my body felt like it was floating, but with Ryker… That’s a different story. He’s demanding, messy, and wants to humiliate me.

“I asked you a fucking question.” His palm smacks against my cheeks.

I nod my head and when his tongue dips into my ass I drop to my elbows, making sure to bury my face. A feral groan leaves his mouth just as the belt hits my back. Tears soak the pillow my face is lying on, and my back arches from the pain.

His tongue runs over my ass, licking and sucking. I never once thought I would let someone that close to my ass before. Yet the moment Ryker touched me, I couldn’t make him stop even if I wanted to.

I’m addicted to the pain he gives me. I want him to mark my back. I want to look in the mirror and be reminded of the scars that he caused. Not the ones Henry and his friends did to me.

“Look at you, fucking my tongue like you can’t get enough of it,” he says. Making me realize that I’m moving my ass back, wanting more. “I want you to cum and then go back to bed with Jace. I want him to know that I made you cum,” Ryker says, giving me no warning before the handle of the knife is pushed into my pussy, his tongue slipping into my ass again. My stomach clenches, the pressure building in no time. Then his belt hits the same spot he’s been hitting every time, causing me to go off. My vision blurs, my orgasm ripping me apart. I can’t breathe. I gasp for air, trying to fill my lungs. I’m dying. Black spots fill my vision, pulling me under.

I bolt up from the couch to the sound of the door opening. Blinking my eyes, I try to adjust to the darkness, taking a moment before I see Ryker. Then Blake…in his arms.

“What the fuck did you do?” I growl, taking a wide step towards him.

“Lower your voice,” he hisses.

It’s then I notice he’s not wearing his mask. “Ryker?”

“She didn’t see it, don’t worry. She’s going to need some aftercare.” Ryker shuffles closer, trying to hand Blake off to me.

“No.”

“No?” Ryker parrots back.

“You heard me, I said no.” I don’t exactly have a reason to say no to him. I’ve been pacing around, wracking my brain trying to come up with a way I can convince Blake to not be mad at me anymore. I don’t know how I missed her walking across the living room to Ryker’s room. But I did and now I’m supposed to just give her some aftercare?

“Jace.” Ryker’s eyes narrow, his scar pulling at his lip.

“Tell me what you did.” I act as if I’m not going to care for her, but there’s nothing in this world that would stop me from caring for Blake. Even if that means sharing her with Ryker.

“She’s probably going to be sore for the next few days.” Why must he be so vague?

“Did you fuck her?”

Ryker’s jaw tenses, but I already know that answer. He doesn’t need to tell me to know he hadn’t. Ryker likes to claim he’s a monster. He wants to be the bad guy, he wants it so much, but he’ll never be one.

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