Page 28 of Ruin

Her fingers lift slowly to my side, ghostlike in their touch, skeletal in their feel. She is cold, as am I, but I don’t want her to feel warm, it feels nice, not to be the coldest person in the room. My cock kicks and she doesn’t wince this time, she doesn’t slap me, scratch me, even though my face burns where she did, and I have zero doubts I’m bleeding. But I don’t care.

“Tell me no, Ava,” I say softly, the words pressing to her lips in something that’s not quite a kiss. “Tell me no,” I grit through my teeth as I slowly start to fuck into her again. “Tell me no, Baby Bird,” I breathe, her fingers curling over my sides, both hands locking over my ribcage.

She doesn’t tell me no.

Chapter14

Charlie

Hand gripping the back of her neck, hips rocking brutally into her, thrusting up from the ground, my arse clapping against the concrete. My other hand plants down beside my thigh, smearing through the spilled blood. Slapping my wet hand over her protruding ribs, keeping my eyes on the pretty purpling of her previously dislocated shoulder. I swipe my hand upwards, curling it around to the front of her ribs, over the dip of her sternum, my fingers pushing up to the hollow of her throat. Thumb and fingers wrapping around the base of her neck, my cock swelling at the sight of her painted in red.

Her gaze lowers, chin dipping as much as it is able with the shackle, she peers down at herself, and when those eyes lock back with mine, she licks her lips.

Jealousy suddenly tears its way through me, and I’m getting up, removing us from the puddle of corpse pieces. I wrap her limp leg around my hip, my other hand still clamped over her nape, cock buried inside her. Tucking her face into my neck, her hands slowly sweep around my sides, up my back, fingers curling over my shoulders, she holds onto me.

Sheholdsme.

And something inside of my chest swells so hard it almost knocks me to my knees.

Weapons. That’s all I see as I head to the armoury wall. Ava in my arms, her breath puffing in and out against my throat, cool and damp. Vision in a narrow point, releasing her leg, I reach out for the curved hunting knife. That’s what has her tightening her hold on my shoulders. Ragged nails ripping into my skin, my cock still plunged inside her pulses with the sting. Her chain slithers along behind us with every step, my ears almost numb to the sound when I’ve got her in my arms. Attention firmly fixed on me, always on me, that’s all that chain means, the metallic scent of it, the clinking, trailing of it.

But the metal of the knife catching against the cave-like concrete wall as I lift it from its hook, makes her lungs still. I am not one for comfort. Neither in words, nor touches. I turn us back to the open room, stare at the dead man, his thorax torn open, none of his insides where they’re supposed to be. Pieces strewn all across my basement. Eyeing the thick puddle of blood, I stop at the edge of it, booted feet not quite touching. Hand with the knife coming back up, I hook her bony leg back around my hip, side of the blade pressing against her bare thigh.

Slowly, I kneel, sitting on my haunches, I carefully lower Ava back down, her body flinching with the cold as I lay her in the crimson. Her cunt clenches around me, spiking lust straight through my core, like she wants to keep me inside of her. Keep us connected.

I would stitch myself inside of you if I thought I could.

Sitting up from her, her legs lifeless around me, her body angled up, head and shoulders down, where she’s flush with my thighs, my cock deep inside her. My rough palms drag down her scarred, bloodied skin, my eyes, fingers and thumbs grazing over letters, brandings, fucking numbers and slurs. All things cut into her thatIdidn’t fucking put there.

Anger swells like a sudden summer storm, thunder and lightning crashing around my skull like symbols. Knife held up between us, thick, curved edge glinting beneath the red bulbs, she doesn’t move, doesn’t flinch, just stares,at me.

Watching me.

Tracking me.

Fixating on me.

With little force the blade drags easily through the skin of my inner forearm, the blade slicing down from elbow ditch to wrist. Tasting my blood, tongue dragging up the length of the knife, I drop it beside my thigh. Keeping my eyes on hers, the only thing I can focus on beneath my simmering temper. The oceanic blue ringed with deep honey brown. Gripping my free hand over my forearm, I squeeze the surface wound, coating my palm in blood, and then I cup her gaunt cheek with it.

Fingers swirling over her eyelids, painting her lashes, down the length of her nose, up the arch of her cheekbones, down her jaw to the sharp point of her chin. Thumb pad hovering over her parted lips, she blinks those heavy lashed eyes open, and when our eyes reconnect, her vision clear, I force my thumb down onto her fat bottom lip, the tip of it applying pressure against her teeth. She relaxes her jaw, opening her mouth, her tongue lying limp just behind her bottom row of teeth, I push my thumb inside, over her tongue, to the back of her throat.

She doesn’t gag, her eyes glistening, I rub my thumb over her tongue, my fingers curling over her bruised cheek, fingertips resting against her hairline.

“I’m going to fuck you,” the words rasp out, low and gruff. “I’m going to fill all of your holes with my cum, Ava.” I’m going to do it regardless, but still, straining out more words, I say, “I want you to want it, Baby Bird.”

And her lips close around my thumb on the back of her tongue, her already hollow cheeks, hollowing further, sucking the digit into her throat. A groan vibrates from my chest, a low clawing sound tearing its way up my throat. My hips buck, her cunt squeezing my cock harder than I’ve ever felt anything before. Vice tight and addictive, I almost don’t want to pull out.

I pull back, thumb popping from her mouth, cock slipping free, glistening with streaks of her blood, my cum that’s still inside of her. I palm my bleeding forearm, swiping up the blood and slathering it over my tattooed shaft. I grip my cock hard, tightening my fist around it until my knuckles blanch. And then I go back to my arm, gathering more scarlet. Glancing down, eyeing her messy slit, my cum oozing out of her pink little hole, blood on her lips, on her thighs, I lift my gaze, her chest heaving now. My lips lift on one side, just for the briefest moment in time, holding her gaze, I spit on her cunt.

She jolts, but she doesn’t flinch, and then my bloody hand is cupping her pussy, middle finger teasing her holes, back to front, front to back, sliding over the top of them. My head cants, hand moving up and down her, mixing my blood with hers, adding to my cum already lubricating her. I know I hurt her before. But if I want to take her again and again like I envision doing for the next who the fuck knows how long, then I need to stop tearing her up.

I lick my lips, lift my sliced arm up to my lips, teeth plucking at the severed skin, I suck the blood into my mouth. Gathering it on my tongue, swirling it around my mouth, I drop my hand to her hair, fisting the matted strands at the same time my finger of the other hand dips inside her. Her back arches into me, a low moan hissing through her teeth, lips parting.

I dip down, side of my face flush with hers, cheek to cheek. Mouth full of blood, I suckle on her lobe, her breath panting against the underside of my jaw, ghosting down the side of my throat. Her dainty hands come up, palms planting against my pecs, her fingers dipping into the hollows of my collarbones as a second finger joins the first inside her cunt.

My teeth work down the length of her jaw, biting on the tip of her chin, her breathing heavy and warm, as I slowly fuck my fingers into her. Hard and slow, her walls quiver around me, sucking me in. The sound of it is obscene, sloppy and suctioning. I pull my fingers free as my lips reach hers, a hairsbreadth apart, I stare into her eyes, lining my cock up with her entrance, weight balanced on my knees between her spread thighs.

My teeth nip her lips, the top then the bottom, and then my cock is thrusting inside of her, her mouth opening on a silent scream, those beautiful eyes squeezing shut, I spit on her tongue. Her eyes snap open, gaze colliding with mine, and there’s something lighter in it, something darker too.

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