Page 20 of Ruin

Her breath comes hard through her nose. Her back rising and falling sharply, spine jagged as it pushes against my chest. My fists planted on either side of her face, hips pinning hers to the table’s edge, her legs limp, feet not even close to grazing the floor. Her head unable to flex down, to look at me properly, the thick shackle around her throat restricting her movements, she watches me from the corner of her eye, hair strewn across it. Our faces almost touching. I breathe her in and all she smells like is unscented soap, a slick of sweat, fear. My nose runs across the top of her cheekbone, I breathe her in, her dry hair rough on my skin.

Panting hard, I lift up off of her back, just enough for her to catch a full breath, fill her lungs with a rush of burning oxygen. She doesn’t draw in anything even close to a full breath. Instead, her hand flies out from under her, up, straight for my face and her nails are gouging at my eye, a hiss spitting through my teeth as she drives her fingers into my flesh and rips the skin from my face.

I smash my forehead into the back of her skull on instinct, her face slamming into the table with the force, her arm falling away from me. White spots bleed across my vision, my clawed eye squeezed closed. I drop myself back on top of her, shoving her arm beneath her belly. Pinning her down.

My eye burns, my face stinging like it’s been sprayed with acid and my heart punches against my sternum. But my cock pounds to life, kicking in my jeans against the slight curve of her backside. She whimpers beneath me as my hand crushes her skull into the table, my weight on the palm of my hand, fingers splayed, smothering the side of her face. Blood pounding through my veins, she tries to bite me, and I mash my thumb into her bared front teeth, applying pressure until my thumb goes numb.

I don’t let up, even as she tries to squirm, the chain attached to her shackle clanging. My free hand shoves between our melded bodies, her bare arse smooth against my knuckles as I tear my jeans open. My cock so fucking hard, I can hardly breathe. All I can think about is what it would be like.

With her.

Lala’s cunt wrapped around my cock.

I’ve never fucked a woman before. What if I was good enough?

Would Kyla-Rose want me then?

My cock strains in my hand, veins rigid in my palm, I guide it between her legs. My body leaning back just enough that I can see my tip weeping, glistening with precum, I smear it up and down her slit.

I’m always rejected byher.

Lala.

Always respectful.

Still. It doesn’t matter.

She won’t ever want me.

I am a monster.

Together we were something.

Without her, I am nothing.

But this.

Withthisgirl.

No one knows she still breathes.

I can do whatever the fuck I want with her.

My cock slams inside her so hard, the vision in my open eye goes black. A hoarse, croaked wail rips from her throat at the violent intrusion. I can feel the vibration of it ricochet throughout my chest, into my heart, down my back, a tremor racing along my spine. I squeeze my eyes shut tighter before blinking them open, my scratched eye watering, a salty stream running down my cheek, stinging the open flesh from her nails. Pulling my hips back, my cock aching at how dry she is, I ruthlessly shove back in.

I watch her face between my spread fingers as I fuck into her. Pain in my cock, my pelvis, the tearing skin on my dick begging me to stop. I don’t. I fuck her dry. Try to imagine what it’d feel like wet.

I study the silent whimpers on her lips, keep my weight pressed down on her face, the pressure of my thumb against her teeth intensifying. They are likely brittle, from malnourishment, I wonder if they will shatter, whether I will make her swallow the fractured pieces down if they do. WhetherIwill swallow the sharp pieces if they do.

She stops fighting me as I lower my chest to her back. Eyes on her closed lids, my vision blurred, I rake my teeth up her right shoulder blade, securing my bite in the space where her shoulder meets her neck. My teeth work into the skin, my hips pistoning in and out of her, burning pain slicing through my abdomen with every dry thrust.

Her legs are limp, wide, forced apart by my thighs, her naked body trapped beneath mine. Jaw locked, my teeth sink into her flesh until I taste blood. I flick my gaze up onto her eyes, my hand still on her face, fingers splayed, thumb to her teeth, my other curls over her shackle bound throat. Thumb and finger arching her jaw up even more as my teeth drive into her deeper and deeper.

There is a pressure in my balls, fire in my temples, a coil of something hot in my belly. None of it is enough.

This isn’t Lala.

I don’t think I even really want it to be.

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