Page 52 of Shades of Ruin

“Madame M sera ravi,” Noémie answers with a giggle. The door clicks open. “Bienvenue au Sucre.”

My pulse quickens as I lead Angélica into the kink club, staying silent as I allow her to take in the carnal scenes of pleasure splashed in pastel lights. The multi-colored crystals of the towering chandeliers in the center of the room sway to the steady beat of the bass as it rocks the room into a hypnotic lull.

Cotton candy blue walls are splattered with sex gear and naked bodies writhing to a rhythm only they can hear. It’s a sight as sweet as sugar, and I’m dying for my girl to have a taste.

The scent of sex in the air is an aphrodisiac all on its own, and I can feel the heat in my blood calling for me to join in fun. But I have to be patient. The last time Angélica and I were in this sort of sexually-charged environment, she panicked and ran. Tonight, she can panic all she wants—I’ll be here to talk her through it—but there won’t be any running this time.

“What do you think?” I ask, following her gaze to where a naked girl is getting all three of her holes filled, a different cock in each one. Would she be interested in that sort of play? The idea has my erection straining in my pants.

The girl across the room is gagging, tears streaming down her face as she chokes on the large dick being shoved down her throat at a pace that looks nothing less thanpainful.

The guy destroying her asshole isn’t any kinder, his balls slapping into her ass so loudly the room echoes with a sharpsmackevery time he thrusts.

The guy lying on his back below her is cupping the balls of the other two while sliding his cock into the poor little sub’s abused pussy. Judging from the size of them, it’s a miracle they both fit without ripping a hole right through her.

“You like watching them?” I nudge when Angélica remains silent. Pressing her against my front so she can feel how hard I am, I reach down and grab her throat, squeezing with just enough pressure to make her whimper.

“Which one caught your attention?” I let my other hand slide around her waist and part the delicate material of her dress. “The one making her cry all over his cock as he rams it down her throat?”

I slide my hand underneath the material of her panties, cupping her soaked cunt. “The other one readjusting the size of her tight little asshole? I bet his piercings feel so good as they scrape her tender sphincter.” I slam two fingers inside her dripping hole, and she cries out like the sweetest little whore.

“Or maybe you like the one stuffing her swollen cunt until she screams?” I thrust inside her hard, loving the way she takes everything I give and begs for more. “Tell me which one it is, angel, and I might let you come right here on my hand.”

“Th-the girl,” she whimpers, pushing her ass into me. Andgoddamnit, I can barely resist lifting up her dress and fucking that ass right now.

“The girl? Naughty little angel. You like seeing her poor little holes get stuffed and abused?”

“Yes,” she cries out, her cunt starting to clench around me.Not yet. I slap my hand down on her pussy, loving the way it makes her squeal.

“Do you wish that was you? Do you want to have all three of your holes ruined while you scream for mercy?”

“Y-yes.”

I spank her pussy again, and she nearly shatters at the sweet pain of it. “I’m never letting another cock near this cunt again. This,” I slap my hand across her wet slit a few times, “this ismine. Understand?”

“Yes, Greyson,” she gasps, grinding her clit against my hand.

“But if you soak my fingers like a good girl,” I growl against her ear, hammering into her greedy hole with half my hand, “I’ll make sure you get stuffed nice and full tonight.”

She cries out when I hit that sweet spot curled inside her, and I swipe my thumb over her clit to keep her climbing higher. I can feel the tension in her body as she arches against me, and she’s so damn close.

“And one more thing—tonight, it’s Master Greyson.” I pinch her clit hard between my fingers, and she’s coming, her screams so loud that a few people turn to watch as she fractures so prettily.

When I pull away, my fingers are dripping with her sweet, sticky cream, and there’s a puddle on the floor between her thighs. She’s not the only one—I’ve got a large wet spot on the front of my pants from coming the moment her pretty little cunt started to clench around my fingers.

Using my hold on her neck, I spin her around to face me so I can see how wrecked she looks. She’s a stunning little ruin, her forehead swept with sweat and loose strands clinging to her damp skin. Her lips are swollen like she bit them to keep from screaming as loudly as she wanted to. Her cheeks are flushed the deepest shade of red, and her golden-flecked eyes are brighter than ever. She looks so delectable, I could devour her in one bite.

“What do you say, angel?” I ask, running my thumb over herswollen lips.

“Thank you, Master Greyson.”

“Good girl.” I reach down, unbuckle my belt, and rip down my zipper before pulling out my cum-slick cock. I’m still so hard I could fuck a new hole in her. But first, I want to see her suffer a little for me. Fisting my cock in one hand, I grab her by the hair and tug her down to the floor. I rub the sticky head of my cock over her lips. “Now get on your knees and lick up your mess.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

GREYSON

My angel’s sweet lips suck another orgasm out of me, and this time I shoot my load down her pretty throat where it belongs. When I imagined what it would be like to take Angélica to Sucre for the first time, I definitely didn’t expect to be coming twice before we even started playing.

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