Page 6 of Shades of Ruin

She’s not terrified—she’s fuckingcoming. I feel her soak my fingers as I pump the handle in and out of her, letting her ride out her pleasure. I’ve never seen anyone climax from edge play alone, and she’s a fucking beautiful sight to behold. She pants through the last ripples of her orgasm, her chest heaving as she catches her breath in short gasps. My thrusts with the knife soften when her naked body finally falls still against the bed.

I stare down at her in awe, my cock weeping for a taste of her. “Did you just come on the handle of my blade, angel?”

“Yes,” she sighs, sounding too dizzy with pleasure to even be ashamed. And she shouldn’t be. That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life.

My knife is still sticking out of her pussy, my blood dripping down the edge of the blade and streaking her soft, swollen folds. I look down at my hand to see that I cut deeply through the length of my palm. I’ll have to keep it wrapped for at least a week so it heals properly. My hands are my livelihood, and I’ve never been so reckless with them. Not untilher.

“Deep breath, little ruin. I’m going to slip the knife out.” I wait for her to obey before gently sliding the handle from her cunt and tossing it against the bed. Thank God the sheets are black, or they’d never get the bloodstains out. I dip my slick fingers between her folds, rubbing my blood over her clit with mythumb. “I’m going to fuck you now. You remember your safeword?”

“Yes,” she moans, and it sounds like a desperate plea for my dick. Her wish is my command.

I keep rubbing circles over her clit as I reach down and undo my belt and pants one-handed. With my usual fucks, I tug down my pants just enough to set my aching cock free. Getting naked with them is out of the question because giving up clothes means giving up control. But with this girl, I want to feel her heartbeat against my bare chest while her fresh blood smears across my skin. So I reach up and make quick work of the buttons on my shirt before tossing it on the ground and leaving my extensive tattoos on full display. It’s a shame she’s blindfolded; she’s missing a rare sight.

My skin feels fevered with desire when I press my body against the softness of hers. I rub my bloody hand over my shaft, getting myself nice and lubed before filling her up. I’m not just longer than average, I’m thick as hell, and it’s hard for anyone to take me without a bit of pain. Add in my Jacob’s Ladder and reverse Prince Albert, and I’m every masochist’s wet dream. Unable to hold back any longer, I line my cock up with her entrance.

“You’re pierced,” she stammers, her tone shocked but curious. I can work with that.

“Another first for you, angel?” She nods her head, and my cock pulses at the admission. “Didn’t think I’d be popping so many cherries tonight.”

I lean over her and sink my teeth into her neck before brushing my lips against her ear. “Don’t worry,” I whisper, “they’ll feel even better than the knife.” I thrust into her, stretching her wide open as my cock forces its way in. She’s so damn tight, I’m probably tearing her, but I’m too far gone to care about anything other than coming inside her right fucking now.

“I’m going to be fast this time,” I warn as I pound into her with sharp thrusts of my hips. She cries out like it’s the best mixture of pleasure and pain she’s ever experienced. She has no fucking idea of the ecstasy I’m going to show her tonight. I’m going to drag her along the razor edge of sanity until she can’t even think—just feel. “I want you to come with me. Next round, I’ll make you beg for the pleasure, so enjoy my chivalry while it lasts.”

“Yes!” she yells when I hit that sweet spot tucked inside her.

“That’s it, little ruin. Show me how pretty you can scream.”

I drill into her a couple more times before her cunt starts to strangle me, her climax making her muscles clench so tight I can barely move. Her violent spasms are enough to send me crashing over the edge, and I come with a loud groan, emptying my balls inside her until she’s stuffed so fucking full. When she’s milked every last drop from me, I pull out and collapse beside her on the bed. We’re both covered in blood, and it looks like fucking carnage.

“Jesus Christ, that was—I don’t even know what to call it,” I sigh in disbelief as I try to calm my rampant heartbeat. I reach over and brush my knuckles over the cuts on her upper arms. She flinches at my touch. “How are you feeling?”

“Okay,” she answers, but her words are a little too shaky for my liking. She pulls her arm away from me and wraps it over her face in spite of the blindfold.

I frown down at her. “Why so shy now, angel?”

“I-I think I’m dropping,” she says through trembling lips. “Could you get me some water? That usually helps calm me down.”

Sub drop—that would explain her sudden mood change. “Of course I can. I’ll run down to the bar and grab a couple bottles.” I don’t want to leave her for too long. In all honesty, I don’t want to leave her at all, but it’s my own damn fault for not being betterprepared. Aftercare is usually my strong suit, but I didn’t expect tonight to get this extreme. And like an asshole, I wasn’t prepared for her needs.

I allow myself a long, lingering look before I crawl out of bed. She’s even more ravishing now than when she walked into the club tonight. Her golden bronze skin is now streaked in blood and ash—a perfect match for those broken wings pinned beneath her back. Her lipstick is completely smeared over her mouth and chin; she looks like she took a bite out of someone’s heart. Her naked body is decorated in thirteen cuts, each about an inch long. I’ll need to clean and bandage them. I might have to raid Finn’s stash of first aid supplies.

Speaking of popping cherries, my angel was the first to christen that knife with her cunt and her blood. Playing with knives at Pandemonium is a first for me too.

I leave my shirt on the floor so I can go and get back as quickly as possible and head for the door. “Don’t move,” I command. “I need to get those cuts taken care of and bandaged before you get up. Understand?” She nods. “Use your words, pretty ruin.”

“I’ll stay right here,” she promises.

“That’s my good girl.”

Chapter Four

GREYSON

My body is still trembling with a surplus of adrenaline and arousal, my head rattled from whatever the fuck just happened with the stunning, sinful angel that I left lying on my bed upstairs. Never in my fucking life have I seen someone so responsive to playing on the edge—the way her pretty pussy spasmed when I shoved the knife inside her will always be seared into my thoughts. And I want to watch that exquisite pièces de résistance over and over again.

A flash of red catches my attention, and I realize my palm is bleeding all over the floor. As my hands have earned me three Michelin stars and have an estimated net worth of a few million dollars each, the responsible thing to do would be to clean and wrap the wound now so it heals properly. Instead, I head to the bar to get my little ruin what she needs.

“I need a couple bottles of water, Ivan,” I call to my favorite of Finn’s bartenders. I don’t even know the names of the other two.

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