Page 71 of Shades of Ruin

She clenches her jaw in determination. “If Kara can handle it, I can handle it.”

“It’s not a competition, angel. And if it was, you’re already the victor. You’re mine, remember? And poor Kara is stuck with Lord Cuntford for the rest of her life, just like she wants to be.”

Angélica sits up on her elbows and glares at me. “Maybe keep her name out of your mouth if you don’t want me to use your balls as a pincushion while you sleep.”

“Understood,” I retort with a laugh. I uncap the bottle and tilt it over her stomach, loving the small flare of fear that flickers in her eyes. “Where do you want it?”

“Anywhere,” she answers with a gulp.

Her gaze is fixed on the bottle of liquid torment rather than on me, and I can’t have that. I use my other hand to slap her lightly against the cheek, drawing her attention back to me where it belongs. “Eyes on me, little ruin.”

Her skin is flushed, warmed with humiliation and arousal as her dark eyes land on mine. “Well, what are you waiting for?” she demands, the words sharpened with defiance.

She’s always been the most intoxicating cocktail of bravery and peril. And I can’t wait to devour every inch of her.

Without warning, I tip the bottle and pour a steady stream of drops over the slit of her swollen cunt. She flinches at the contact of the liquid, but she doesn’t make a sound of protest. That is—until the oil starts to heat.

“Santa puta madre de Cristo,” she gasps, clenching her fists and thrashing on the bed like she’s in need of an exorcism. “That’s much fucking worse than the ginger.”

“Yes, it is,” I agree with a grin.

“It feels like fire is scorching my skin,” she whimpers.

“Good. Use your fingers to swirl it around your clit.”

She moans as she obeys, splitting open her folds with her fingers and rubbing the cinnamon oil into her little nub. While she’s distracted with her clit, I pour another streak of oil across her stomach. She bucks her hips, and the oil trickles down into the divot of her navel, glistening against her double-studded piercing. Her naked body trembles when the burn of the oil spreads.

The air is filled with the sweet scent of cinnamon mingled with the spicy scent of her arousal. It makes me want to fall on my knees and feast on her pretty pussy. “How does it feel, angel?”

“Like a double-edged sword of pain and pleasure is flaying my skin.”

“Do you like it?” I glance up from her pussy to see her eyeshave closed in spite of my earlier command. I slap her again, a little harder this time. “Look at me when you tell me how much you want this. How much youneedthis. Because you’re just as twisted and fucked up as I am, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Yes.Yes.” The words are chanted prayers falling from her swollen lips as she parts them in ecstasy.

I paint glistening slashes of cinnamon oil across her upper thighs, her hips, the tops of her tits. I’ve never used this much—and I probably shouldn’t—but I can’t resist the temptation to douse my angel’s whole body in fire.

Angélica continues to rub her clit, occasionally dipping her fingers into her gaping hole, fucking herself with burning oil seared into her fingertips. She’s even braver than I thought.

With my eyes latched onto my pretty little victim, I reach down and tug my belt free from my pants and yank down my zipper. My cock is thick and heavy in my hand, my piercings so warm from the heat in my blood that they almost scorch my fingers as I drag them up and down my throbbing shaft.

Pre-cum drips from my slit and falls on my thigh in a sticky stream. I’m ready to explode just watching my angel hurt herself to please me.

I whimper as I twist my hand and flick my thumb over the metal ring pierced through the tip of my cock. Shudders of pleasure ripple down my spine. Squeezing hard, I dig my fingers into the underside of my shaft, sliding over the six titanium barbells that line me from the head of my cock to my balls. I spit in my hand and get my cock nice and slick as I start to pump my fist faster.

“Fuck,” I breathe, watching as two of Angélica’s fingers disappear inside her cunt. She’s got me right at the edge already. “Fuck that sweet little hole, angel,” I growl as I jerk my aching cock so hard that there’s an edge of pain to thepleasure. “I’m going to cum all over that pretty pussy while I watch you play with yourself like a good whore.”

I feel my balls tighten and swell a moment before I’m spurting thick, creamy ribbons of cum over her stomach, cunt, and thighs. “Ughh,” I groan as I milk my shaft hard, draining every last drop. My thighs quiver when I finally finish, and my cock is still fucking hard even though I just emptied about a quart of cum all over my girl.

Angélica cries out in desperation, still chasing an orgasm that she can’t seem to find on her own. She rubs frantic circles over her clit, her fingers mixing my warm cum with the cinnamon oil. She continues to fuck herself with her other hand, but it’s still not enough.

With a groan of desire, I kneel between Angélica’s spread thighs, a devout disciple worshiping at the altar of his goddess. And when my tongue laps at her sweet, cinnamon-laced cum mixing with mine, I feel every drop of blood in my veins surge toward my cock in adulation, preparing for the holy rite of tongue-fucking her goddamn soul from her body.

“Grey,” she whimpers, her fingers slipping into my hair to hold my mouth against her.

She doesn’t call me master, but I let it pass because she looks so angelic when she’s lost to the pleasure of my mouth on her. “Hold your cunt open for me. I want to taste all of you. I want to fuck your pretty holes with my tongue until you’re begging for me.”

She obeys in an instant, her fingers tugging at her pussy lips and laying everything bare for me to see and touch and taste. My lips and tongue tingle with the faint burn of cinnamon, but that doesn’t stop me from burying my face in her beautiful cunt. She thrusts her hips, fucking my mouth with reckless abandon, and I’m more than happy to let her take her fill.

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