Page 26 of Ruin

I tighten my hold on her, my eyes boring into her glassy ones. Sweat drips down my spine, my facial features tightening, eyes roving all over her face.

Am I not doing this right?

Always fucking useless.

I’m no good for anything.

Not anymore.

Not sincehim.

Kazimir Ivanov.

I can’t seem to focus on anything anymore.

Except violence.

My hips piston harder, my cock slamming relentlessly in and out of her. Dry, but not as dry as before.

I am doing it fucking right.

My hand slides up from her hip, over her ribs, my calloused palm presses over her nipple, my hand smothering her entire breast, fingers pressing on her collarbone. I know it’s uncomfortable, I know it hurts, especially when I apply pressure like I am now, but she continues staring over my shoulder and I am incensed.

I throw her down onto her back, her slight body splatting into the blood and flesh from my kill. Chain rattling, breath oomphing out of her. My cock still inside of her, I hover, drop my weight down onto her, make sure she really feels me. I fuck her harder, skirting us across the floor with every thrust, blood covers us both, my hands in it, splaying on the concrete either side of her head.

I drop my face to the crook of her neck, graze my teeth up the column of her throat above the shackle, up behind her ear. I latch onto the top of her ear, bite into it, suck the cool cartilage into my mouth, move down to her lobe, sucking and nibbling, biting. Grazing my canine down the shell, to the corner of her jaw, I suckle the skin, bite the bone, fuck into her cunt so hard, I can hardly breathe. I draw back from her, thinking she’s the best fucking feeling in the world.

But she still isn’t fucking look at me.

Heat builds in my lower belly, balls drawing up, cock tightening, growing, swelling. I want nothing more than to come. To paint her fucking insides with my seed, let it bleed into her soul.

Infect her.

Taint her.

Mark her asmine.

My cock surges, cum shooting free from my tip, dick stilling so deep inside of her, my cock could be inside her fucking chest cavity, dousing her heart in my cum.

It should feel amazing, but instead, it feels like nothing, numb.

It feels like we’re dead.

A corpse fucking a corpse.

I hold still inside of her, my breath erratic, chest heaving, but she’s just staring. Her cheek flush to the floor, I reach down, turn her to face me, her eyes glassy, unseeing. I smooth the matted brunette strands back from her gaunt face. Blood sticky and clotting on her pale skin, my thumb sweeps beneath her eye. Those unusual blue-browns unfocused.

“Ava,” I say lowly, my voice cracking, rage fills my bones at hearing my own pathetic voice, but I ignore it. “Ava.” I grip her face in my hand, pinching her cheeks as hard as my ribs are piercing my thundering heart, dragging her focus back to me, I lick my lips. “Baby Bird.”

She blinks, her breathing shallow, gaining speed as she drops her gaze down, seeing the blood. Her arms sort of jolt, like they’re coming back online, an electrical current shocking through the limbs. Nails are the first things I feel, jagged little carvings into my skin, bony hands curling over my shoulders. A hiss slips between my teeth, but I like it, the bite of pain, the sting.

“Ava,” the word cracks. “Baby Bird,” I growl, a snarl like a hound curling my upper lip. “Look at me,” my fingers and thumb bite into her hollow cheeks.

I sense it before I see it, the hair rising along my nape, down the curve of my spine, a shiver ripping through me, but I’m too slow to react. Her hand slaps across my face, my teeth rattle in my gums, but I don’t have time to recover from it as her nails claw down my already wounded eye and cheek. Her fingers are knotting in my hair, tearing at my roots, yanking my head around, cracking my neck. My cock grows hard instantly, still inside of her, pain pulses through my cock, my balls, up into my lower abdomen. And that’s what stills her. Feeling me.

Top teeth biting down into my bottom lip, I flick my lip free, cock my head, her wrists locked inside of my hands. My body looming over her, blocking her battered body from the red tinted light at my back.

“Ava,” I say louder, “Baby Bird,” I hush, and her eyes flick to mine, a crease between them, a wince as I shift between her legs.

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