Page 74 of Shades of Ruin

“Nope,” I laugh as his breath tickles my neck. “I’m just shockingly bad at navigating in the dark.”

“What a fucking nightmare. Finn’s team is trying to get the fire back on. Who’d have thought his celebration of daylight would be thrust into darkness. I’d appreciate the irony if it wasn’t getting in the way of me fucking you.” His teeth nibble at my throat, and I press myself against him, begging for more.

“What’s stopping you?” I taunt, rolling my hips and pushing my ass into his erection. Itfeelsjust as massive as it looks. “The lights are out. No one would suspect a thing.”

“We can hear you plotting, you filthy buggers,” Caden scolds, and Kara giggles beside him.

Unashamed, I sway my ass again, and Grey moans with need. “Then we’ll just have to be very,” I unzip his pants, and he makes no move to stop me, “very,” I slide my hand underneath his boxers to grasp his thick, swollen cock, “quiet.” When I squeeze my fingers around his shaft, pressing the piercings of his Jacob’s Ladder into his skin, he groans with his lips against my neck.

Not one to let me control his pleasure without joining in, Grey’s hands slide over my body, his fingers digging and clawing at my skin. He grazes my newly pierced nipples, and I release a soft cry of pain.

“Sorry, angel,” he whispers, although I’m not sure that he is at all. Being in the dark has given him an excuse to hurt me like he’s wanted to all night.

“Lower,” I plead, writhing under his touch in the hopes that he’ll stroke my slick center and give me the release I need.

“Here?” He smacks his hand over the thong keeping my pussy out of reach.

“Please.”

Eager to satisfy, Grey yanks the scrap of silk down my thighs and plunges two of his fingers into my soaking hole. I cry out at the sweet bliss of his touch, the darkness seeming to heighten every stroke as he pushes me hard and fast toward the brink of a climax.

“So good,” I mumble, the words barely formed. I ride his hand as I rub my fingers up and down his cock, twisting my wrist at the tip and tugging on his piercings the way that he likes.

“So tight and clenching my hand already, little ruin.” He rubs my clit with his thumb while he thrusts his fingers harder. I match his pace with my hand on his cock. “Are you going to come where all these people can hear you? Can smell you? Hell, they can probablytastethe sweet scent of your cunt in the air.”

“Yes,” I whisper as my thighs start to tremble. “Are you?”

“Fuck yes, I am. Keep stroking my cock like that, angel.Fu-u-u-ck.”

I feel the sticky rush of his cum drench my hand as I continue to pump my fist around him. A few moments later, I’m falling off the edge, too. The second I come, the flames in the room suddenly flicker to life, building slowly. I have no choice but to clench around Grey’s hand and ride out the assaulting waves of pleasure while anyone could see.

I glance over to see Kara’s eyes on us, a seductive smile tugging at her pink lips as she watches Grey stroke my clit with perfect swipes of his fingers. And I’m not alone in taking advantage of the dark to fuck around.

Kara’s dress is askew, one of her pretty tits is hanging out, and Caden’s cock is firmly buried between her soft, pale thighs. If I’m honest, I’m watching them too, enjoying the last ripples ofmy orgasm as Kara comes undone, her brown eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy.

The blood is pounding so loud in my ears that I can barely hear the screams of horror erupting around us. I drag myself from the haze of sex and look around the room in confusion. That’s when I see her. There’s a girl lying crumpled on the ground, a gory, gaping hole in her chest where her heart should be. Her mask has been torn off and thrown aside and—I recognize her face.

It’s Collette.

“Dios mío,” I gasp as I study the bloody sight that seems to be plucked from the very worst of nightmares. “How?”

The uncomfortable weight of attention settles heavy on my chest, and I notice everyone near us has turned to look at me, their expressions a mixture of confusion or disgust.

“What?” I choke out. “What is everyone staring at?”

“Angel,” Grey says, his voice so calm it’s terrifying. “How did you get blood on your hands?”

I look down, startled to find my hands are covered in red, some of it smeared away from when I was stroking Grey’s cock. Can it really be blood? I rub my fingers together and bring them to my nose. Apart from the cinnamon, they smell acrid, metallic. I don’t know how all that blood ended up smeared across both my palms. I don’t have any cuts or injuries that I can see.

“I-I don’t know,” I stammer, unable to explain anything that’s happened even if I tried.

All I know is that Collette is dead. And I’m pretty sure I have her blood on my hands.

Chapter Thirty-Five

GREYSON

Collette is gone, her life ripped away in the most horrible manner imaginable. I feel the bile rise in my throat as I stare at the body of one of my oldest friends lying on the ground. Her ribcage is exposed, bits of flesh and muscle torn away from the pale, curved bones. Her chest is slashed to ribbons, blood splattered across her neck and cheeks.

---