Page 21 of Ruin

But I can’t get those bulbous fucking grey eyes out of my head.

And I don’t want to see them, imagine them.

Ever again.

“Look at me,” I hiss, teeth tearing free of the girl’s shoulder. “Open your eyes.”

It is a demand, the words, the feeling behind them. My entire soul screams to have her fucking look at me. I want to have her attention. All of it. Even if it is with revulsion.

Her eyes open, and as she locks them on mine, narrowed and full of hate, but something else flits across her gaze,wonder.And my balls draw up, my cock slamming deep inside her, I come. With those beautiful blue-brown eyes on mine, I pulse inside her. My cum filling her up, hips melded to her arse. I still. Lave my tongue over the broken skin of her shoulder, the tip of it tasting every divot I created, lapping up the trickles of blood.

My hand releases from her head, her face, teeth. My other still secured over her metal bound throat, my thumb hooked over the O-ring where the heavy chain still hangs. Her back rises with a slow, deep breath. She doesn’t look away, my thumb sweeping matted brown hair back from her face, uncovering those pretty eyes.

We stare at each other, our breathing slowing, and she doesn’t look at me like she wants to kill me. I thought I might want her to. But she just doesn’t. I feel something vicious in my chest, sharp and jagged. Her blood on my lips, my tongue, I swallow that piece of her down, all while her eyes remain locked on mine.

Planting my hands on the table either side of her head, my fingers imprinted like a red bruised branding in her pale flesh. I push myself up, unsticking my chest from her back, my skin slick with sweat, smeared across hers. It feels satisfying, the carving in her shoulder, the bruises on her cheek, all of it glowing brightly beneath the red bulbs.

Slowly, still watching her, cock softening, I pull out. She winces at my exit from her body, the table shaking, chain rattling, her eyes squeeze shut, nostrils flared. I look down between us, at the blood on my cock, blood on her thigh, my cum oozing out from between her bloodied lips.

I’ve never seen anything so perfect.

I trace two fingers down her exposed spine, there are wounds still trying to heal, lacerations from something like wire over her back. Scars and brands and emblems. Her skin tells a story of where she’s been, a little like my own and I feel a tethering of connection with her over that. No one has truly seen what’s beneath my dark ink. No one but the tattooist, Lala, andhim.

He put some of them there.

My fingers swipe up my cum, her blood, maybe it’s even my blood too. The way my cock pulses with pain, I could have torn the skin, but in this moment, watching a piece of me seep it’s way free from her, I don’t care. I scoop my cum up onto my fingertips and thrust them inside her. Her walls quiver around me as my fingers savagely fuck into her, so hot and slippery and wet now, my cum and her blood having slicked the way. This would have felt so fucking good.

My cock pulses hard all over again in agreement, hanging out of my open jeans, no boxers because I don’t like wearing them, it starts to harden. My fingers twist inside of her, feeling the spongy softness of her insides, my eyes on my digits working between her legs. My knuckles graze her arsehole, tight and pink and scarred. That’s when I feel the rougher patch inside of her.

I hear her suck in a sharp breath, my eyes snapping up to hers as I massage my fingers over it again and again, curled in against her front wall. I watch as her body quivers, her limp legs twitching, and I know she’s going to come for me, even though she doesn’t want to. I could stop. This torture. The way her teeth grit with disgust.

But I don’t.

I won’t.

She clenches her teeth, her good hand clawing over the edge of the bench, and her lips part, for only a second, before slamming together, pursing tight, her eyes squeezed. I feel her wall muscles tightening, my fingers struggling to move as she clamps down on them, and then she comes, a low whine caught in her silent throat. I fuck them into her until her muscles relax, twisting them before pulling out, a small trickle of her release running out of her as I do.

Raising my hand, lifting my fingers up to the red light, I study the sticky mess of our joint release on my tattooed digits, red streaked fluid. Glancing back down at her, her eyes on me, I bring them to my lips, swirl my tongue around the salty, tangy slick and suck my fingers clean. I lick my lips, her gaze dropping to my mouth. Something sharp flares in my chest, my lips parting to speak when she lunges.

Her legs buckle instantly as she pushes herself off of the workbench with a shaking arm, grabbing straight for my throat. I take one long step back and let her crash to the floor between us.

Her arm buckles beneath her, sending her down hard into the concrete, her legs twitching but not aiding her in getting any closer. I keep stepping back, watching as pure rage fuels her closer, her skeletal body jerkily slithering towards me. Only when I get to the open door of the cage, her, still clawing her way across the floor, do I feel the sting in my eye again, realise it’s a little blurry.

Blind fury sweeps through me like an icy chill infecting my veins. I fucking saved her, and she thinks she can attack me. Heaving in a deep breath, I throw myself forward, closing the gap, I dip down, yanking her up by her collar, the chain clanking making my ears ring. I spin us, slamming her spine into the top edge of the cage, her feet barely grazing the floor. I grab her damaged arm, tearing it away from her chest, her teeth snap at me like a wild alligator snared in a trap. I dip my face in towards her, my mouth dangerously close. I turn her arm out to the side, flick my gaze down to her mouth, back up to her eyes.

“If you try to bite me again,” my eyes flicking between her blue-brown ones, “I will tear your fucking teeth out.”

And then I slam her shoulder back into its socket.

A broken howl erupts from her, low and scratchy and wrong, it floods up from her crackly lungs, spearing me directly in the chest. And then I’m throwing her back into her cage and slamming the gate closed as she scrabbles to the far corner. I drag the long length of her chain around the gate and the solid bars, yanking on her shackle as I do. Grabbing a heavy-duty padlock from my wall of tools, I snap it shut over the twisted, thick links, and storm out of the basement, switching off the light as I go, plunging her into darkness.

Chapter12

Kazimir

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sigh, letting my head drop back into the leather of my office chair.

It swivels gently side to side, rocking me as I close my eyes. The smell of cigarettes and bourbon thick in the air, the leather scent of the furniture swirling with the mix of too many woody scented aftershaves. My temples pound, another meeting with more men who have fucked up.

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