Page 10 of Ruined

I don’t know how I could go from spending days on missions, tracking, hunting, and killing, to feeling exhausted with just spending time in a car. I could blame Blake, but she’s the reason I'm honestly still awake. There is a mystery behind what happened to her, a mystery as to why Antonio wants to marry a mute. She is a damaged girl who has some serious issues and I want to figure out all of it.

The door opening breaks me from my thoughts. Blake steps out of the steam-filled bathroom, wearing sweatpants and another sweatshirt, hiding herself from my eyes. Her brown hair almost appears black from being wet.

Blake's hands start moving, noticing I hadn’t spoken or stopped staring at her. “I…fuck,” I mutter, sitting up.

Dropping her hands, she looks over at the wall where the TV sits before focusing back on me, pointing to her mouth and then rubbing her stomach. It takes me longer than I’d like to admit figuring out what she is trying to say.

“Oh shit, you’re hungry?” I ask.

Blake nods.

“Fuck, I forgot to order it. Hold on.” Reaching over, I grab the phone from the bedside table, and the phone book inside. Finding a pizza place, I ordered a large cheese pizza and some soda. “It’ll be here in thirty. Uh, I’m going to shower,” I mumble, grabbing my duffle from the ground.

Blake moves from the door allowing me in. Closing and locking the door, I strip my clothes off before stepping into the shower and turning the water on. The cold water does nothing to help my cock which has been hard since themoment she came out of the bathroom at her parents’ house. I’m wrong for having these thoughts invade my brain, but I can’t stop them.

My cock is angry and throbs the moment my hand wraps around the base. I’m not sure if I want to force my cock down her throat until she’s gagging and begging for air or if I want to pound into her ass, watching her body jiggle underneath me.

Fisting my cock, I swipe my thumb over the head, precum leaking and begging to be released. My thoughts race, imagining her perfect smile while I move in and out of her. My eyes slam shut, my hand working my length. My hand would be the perfect necklace around her dainty throat. Fucking her roughly, watching as she would try and scream, only nothing would come out from the pressure I had around her neck. She'd gasp for air when I finally let her breathe, only to be stuck the moment I shoved my cock into her mouth. She’s sucking me, hollowing her cheeks, draining me down her throat like a good girl.

Pleasure builds in my balls, the harder I tug on my dick, and my breathing picks up. My body tightens at the images of her perfection underneath me. I can’t help the moans leaving my mouth, I know she can probably hear me. But right now, I just can’t care. I’d make her desperate and begging to cum, and being the fucker I am, I’d deny her until she can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant. My voice deepens, groans leaving me. Every muscle in my body tightens just as cum shoots from my cock spraying the shower wall. “What a good girl,” I growl. Blake would moan the moment my cum floods her womb. “Good fucking girl,” I pant.

My chest heaves, my hand dropping from my still rock-hard cock. Cum leaks down the shower wall and all I can do is stare at it.

With images of Blake on her hand and knees, licking my cum off the shower wall and floor, I groan again, knowing I’ve been in here long enough, that she has to know exactly what I’m doing. Hanging my head, I make quick work spraying the wall off and getting cleaned. Stepping out, I dry off and pull my pants on. My gaze drifts to the door, the hair on my skin prickling when I hear a sharp knock. Pulling my shirt over my head, I slip my boots back on, reaching for thedoor. It’s not until I hear the click of the main door unlocking that I realize I might have just made the biggest mistake on this job.

5

Ican hear him moaning in the bathroom like he’s not even trying to hide the fact he’staking careof himself in there. It isn’t very pleasant. Even if I wanted to cover my ears and not listen to him, I find myself unable to do that. It’s stuck inside my brain that I know exactly what he’s doing. And the fucked-up part of my brain wants to know what he’s thinking about. What does Jace like? He’s all hard muscle, dirty blond man-bun, and striking steel-blue eyes. Annoyingandhot. Ever since the incident, many things have stopped. My feelings got shoved down, I stopped talking, and I stopped caring for just about everything. I felt trapped in my skin, hating everything, including myself. I also no longer found anyone attractive.

Until Jace.

And I can’t help but hate it with every fiber of my body. Why does it have to be the much older man that makes me uncomfortable? Why must I find him attractive, and most of all, does he have to be the one who is on this stupid protection job? I should hand myself over to Antonio at this rate. I don’t know why my family thinks it’s a good idea to save me from what I’m meant for. It’s a rule in the mafia, family marries off their children all the time. It’s normal forus to marry out of duty instead of love. I knew that growing up, it was bound to happen. So, I don’t understand why my family is hiding me when I’m meant to marry another mafia man.

I jump when a sharp knock echoes into the room. Clutching my sweatshirt against my chest, I glance between the bathroom door and the main door. The shower still runs, and I doubt Jace heard the knock. Not with the way he’s moaning and groaning in there.

So, I have two options. Ignore whoever it is at the door. Jace was hired to protect me, and answering the door while he’s currently showering doesn’t sound like the best choice. But on the other hand, he ordered pizza, and I’m starving.

I’m up, heading towards the door before I even think too much about my actions. My hands shake as I reach for the lock, slowly sliding it from the bolt. Wrapping my hand around the doorknob, I twist, only for my back to be slammed against the wall. The force knocks the wind out of me, and my fingers dig into whoever has me by the throat. The logical part of my brain knows it’s Jace, it has to be. He’s the only one who could have been in the room. He made sure no one was inside before I even showered. I’ve been staring at the door the entire time. But that doesn’t stop the panic rising in my throat, the goose bumps breaking out across my skin. And worst of all, I’m a little turned on when I stare up at Jace’s eyes. This is the first time he’s looked angry with me and not just annoyed.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he hisses. His muscular frame towers over me, his fingers digging into my neck, and that does nothing to help the slickness between my legs. How can I be terrified of touch for the past three years, but the moment a dude shows me any type of kindness, I’m ready to spread my legs like a buffet?

“How am I supposed to protect you when you continue to put yourself in danger? Running into the diner’s bathroom, answering doors—what else are you going to do?” He growls, tightening that grip around my throat. The muscles in his forearm flex and it’s like a fucking water gate in my panties. I should not find this attractive, but I do.

“Use that fucking brain of yours, Blake.”

Why do I hate him calling me that now? I want him to call me Sunshine and it’s only been one damn day. I need to get myself under control. Twelve hours being stuck in a car with a giant Viking man, and I throw any regard for my personal safety out the window?

“Stop putting yourself in danger, do you fucking understand?” he nearly yells in my face. I can feel the tears threatening to fall. I nod my head, needing him to let go of me. I need control. I need something to stop the racing thoughts begging to be let loose in that little dark corner of my head. I locked it away, but now it’s there, breaking free and I can’t stop the urges.

With a sigh, Jace releases my throat and steps back. The way he moves seems more animal than human. His eyes move around the room as if he thinks the threat is inside this room.

Ducking around him, I slam the bathroom door closed behind me, flipping the lock. My eyes dart around to nothing familiar, forcing my anxiety to rise even higher. Everything is wrong, everything is off, and I hate it.

“Please,” my voice is broken.

“Stupid fucking bitch,” Henry yells at me in Russian. My head rolls to the side, my body aches, the pain numbs and moves towards my hip. I can barely open my eyes. I don’t even know what they’ve done to me. I don’t care anymore. “You ungrateful fucking cunt,” Henry hisses. Another blow to my thigh, I don’t even know what he’s hitting me with anymore. My throat burns, and I can feel blood coating my teeth.

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