Page 76 of Ruined

I shake my head. Ryker is in front of me in a second, wrapping a hand around my throat. “Answer the fucking question.”

I take a deep breath, realizing no matter what, Ryker’s not going to give up. Jace isn’t here to stop him from doing anything too damaging. Not that it doesn’t surprise me. I might have been looking at my plate, but I saw the nod Jace gave him. The permission he gave Ryker.

Ryker rears back, smacking me across the face. Tears slip down my face, and I bite down on my lip to stop myself from sobbing. I broke in front of those men; I can’t give Ryker the same pleasure.

Ryker reaches into his back pocket pulling a knife out. I hold my breath, eyeing the silver blade. I need to feel it slash across my skin. I want to see my blood run down my skin and feel it drain from my body. Would Jace stop Ryker before he went too far? Would I regret wanting to feel the pain? Or would I become the monster that’s lurking underneath and finally accept that I get off on being controlled and in pain now?

“Will I make you scream?” he whispers. I glare up at him, doubting he would, even when he slid the knife across my collarbone. Blood spills down my chest, Ryker’s shirt that I’m wearing soaking up some. “So red…so beautiful.”

A shiver runs down my spine, my toes curling. Hating that wetness pools between my legs, and, unfortunately for me, I’m not wearing any panties.

Ryker bends forward, forcing me to look at him. Sliding the blade between my tits against the shirt, he slowly cuts it in half, leaving it open and hanging on my shoulders. My breath hitches, my eyes snapping between his and the knife he’s moving around.

“I love the shape of your tits, they’re so…” He trails off pointing the blade at my nipple, pricking it just a bit, but it still draws blood. Rolling my tongue between my teeth I swallow the bile that rises in my throat when he presses harder against my nipple. More blood flows down my tit, hitting my stomach.

“Hmm,” Ryker hums. Catching my eye, he bends forward, flicking his tongue across my nipple, licking the blood. It stings, and I love it. “Tastes like wine, sweet and addicting,” Ryker mumbles, sucking my left nipple into his mouth.

I pull on the chain around my wrist, a sharp tingle running down my arm. Ryker sucks harder into my nipple, biting and drinking my blood. It’s wrong and dirty, and I’m positive it’s not okay for anyone to drink blood. But I love it. I would cut my arm open and let Ryker lick me clean.

“Would you fuck me like this?” he asks.

I shake my head, lying out my ass. Something is wrong with me, but I’m done fighting what feels so good, even if it’s wrong.

“I want to feel you squeeze my cock while I cut you open.” Ryker brings the blade to my mouth. “Hold it,” he orders. Opening my mouth, he places the blade between my teeth, and I bite down, holding it. Ryker reaches down, sliding a finger through my pussy lips, groaning when he realizes how wet I am.

“My girl likes this,” he mutters. “Let’s see if I can get you to scream?”

I don’t know why he keeps trying. Nothing he plans on doing is new. It’s all been done.

Ryker grabs the back of my thighs, lifting. My legs wrap around his waist, and one of Ryker's hands helps hold me up while he holds the base of his cock. Shifting on his feet, he presses the tip against my opening. My eyes widen as he presses inside me, my walls clenching around him.

“Holy shit!” he hisses, both hands cupping my ass. I bite down harder on the knife, the blade pressing into the corners of my mouth. Ryker widens his stance, and my arms strain as he picks up his speed, pounding into me as if it’s his mission on Earth to ruin my pussy. His breathing becomes hoarse and I’m clenching my teeth so hard my jaw ticks from the pressure.

“Scream for me,” he growls.

Pleasure vibrates through my body, my toes curling. Ryker pushes deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside. My legs tremble, my eyes drifting close.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Pain radiates through my ass at the force of him smacking my ass. I throw my head back, and my mouth opens in a silent scream, the knife scattering to the ground. My orgasm triggers his, and Ryker growls out his release. He holds me up the entire time. Our breathing slowly comes down. Ryker reaches up, unlocking the chain from my wrist. I sigh in relief when my arms fall around his neck.

“There’s nothing I can do that will make you talk, is there?” he whispers, walking towards the door. I shake my head.

“You can trust us, Blake.”

Leaning back, I stare into his pale hazel eyes. I trust them physically; I know they would take a bullet for me. They would fight my battles for me, help me hide a body, and figure out a way to get me cinnamon rolls. But can I trust them emotionally? Can I tell them that I’m weak? That while I might be the mafia princess and even if I’m not afraid of death, I’m afraid of what they did to me?

You can’t torture those who’ve already been tortured,I sign, hoping it’s enough of an answer for him and Jace.

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Blake wanders into Jace’s room, and the moment the door closes, I’m stumbling into my bathroom. My breath comes in ragged and rushed. I can’t breathe.

How could I have hurt her?

I told myself when Jace gave me the okay that I could do this, even if she hated me for it. I could handle her hating me, as long as we got what we needed out of her. I thought I could do it. But it took a minute of her refusing to do anything, so that I couldn’t go with my plan to hurt her like I did the others.

Whipping her was one thing; she liked it. Cutting her was pushing her limits, but I saw the way she got turned on from it. I felt it around my fucking cock.

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