Page 65 of Shades of Ruin

“Fucking sadist,” I mutter with a sigh of disappointment.

“And never forget it, angel. Hop up on the counter. It’s time to torture your beautiful tits.”

He grabs my hips and lifts me onto the counter with a harshthud. He’s not feeling gentle tonight, and that’s fine by me. With my dress pulled up, I spread my thighs and flash my bare pussy, tempting him one last time to fuck me first. I don’t expect the hard slap that lands on my delicate folds. Wet smacks fill the room as he spanks me a few more times before pinching my lips between his fingers and glaring down at me.

“Behave, Angélica,” he scolds. “Keep tempting me with this pink little pussy, and I’ll pierce you here too.” He pinches my clit brutally enough that I cry out before he walks to the other side of the kitchen and comes back with a knife.

“Please tell me you’re not usingthatto put holes in my nipples,” I utter in horror.

“Of course not.” He doesn’t elaborate any further on why the hell he’s holding a knife. “Don’t move unless you want me to nick you.” That’s all the warning I have before he slides the bladebetween my thighs and jerks up, cutting my dress open in one, steady slice.

“I liked that dress,” I pout.

“So did I,” he replies with a predatory grin. “But like everything else you wear, it’ll look even better on the floor.”

“Last I checked, nudity wasn’t standard procedure for nipple piercings.”

“Perks of doing it at home.”

All my protests die on my lips the moment he dips down and slides his tongue between my swollen folds. I clamp my thighs around his head, forcing him against me as I ride his mouth like a desperate slut. I want to come so much I could scream.

There’s no hint of teasing in the violent lashes of his tongue. He’s assaulting my clit exactly how I like it, tracing harsh circles around my sensitive little nub until my muscles tense and my back arches off the counter. I’m terrified he’ll pull away and deny me the pleasure that’s just within reach. Instead he bites down lightly with his teeth, and stars dance across my vision as I shatter into a thousand pieces.

Warmth floods between my thighs as I come, drenching Grey’s lips, but he just keeps suckling my clit, milking every drop of pleasure from my body. I ride the waves of my climax as they crash over me and drown me in ecstasy. When I finally come down, I realize my thighs are still wrapped around Grey’s head, smothering him with my pussy.

“Sorry,” I stammer as I part my trembling legs and release him.

“No need to apologize, angel,” Grey heaves with a laugh. He runs his thumb over his wet chin, wiping away what remains of my arousal before running his tongue over his fingers and licking them clean. “I would happily give up oxygen to die with my tongue in your cunt.”

“You’re deranged,” I choke out, struggling between mortification and arousal.

“And you love me for it.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out what looks like a piercing kit. “Got these from my friend Marcus. He also put all the pretty metal in my cock.”

My eyes dart over to Grey in surprise. I don’t love the idea of someone else touching what’s mine—but I also don’t hate the thought as long as I don’t have to share him with another girl. “Is Marcus my competition then?” I ask, failing to keep the mixture of jealousy and arousal from my voice. “Didn’t peg you as someone who played for both sides.”

“Oh, I’ll play with anyone who lets me hurt them, but shockingly, Marcus has never offered,” Grey answers with a laugh. “He’s my tattoo artist, so I guess you could say it’s the other way around.”

I arch an eyebrow. “Yourtattoo artistapproved of you stabbing holes in your girlfriend’s nipples while she’s laid out on a kitchen counter?”

Grey shrugs as he pulls a thick, hollow needle and a small pair of clamps from the kit. “He’s a member at Pandemonium, so it definitely wouldn’t be a first for him. He loves needle play.”

“He sounds delightful,” I deadpan.

“One of the nicest guys I’ve ever met.”

“Something tells me your experience in that category is sorely underdeveloped. You probably thinkyou’rea nice guy.”

“Nah, I know I’m a cunt.” He dips his fingers into his glass and pulls out the large ball of ice before he tosses his tools in the alcohol to sterilize. His technique seems questionable, but I lay back and keep my protests to myself—until he presses the ice right against my clit.

“Jesucristo, that’s cold!”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the point.” There’s a smirk on his handsome face as he watches me squirm under the painful touch ofthe ice. I thought eventually my clit would go numb with the cold, but instead it’s just aching and hard. “Still hurt, angel?”

“Yes,” I reply sullenly.

“Good.”

Then he drags the ice up to my nipple and starts to swirl it around the edge. My nipples grow impossibly harder, the cold and the pain drawing them both up into points so sharp they could cut glass. At least the needle will have very easy targets. I flinch when he slaps the ice right on my other nipple, my body instinctively moving to get away from the biting sting, even though a part of me loves it.

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