Page 92 of Shades of Ruin

“How the fuck has she gotten away with it all?” I ask, not sure how one twisted person can cause so much misery.

“Money. Power. Prominence. They’re the reasons she told me her first husband would never be held accountable for his abuse. I suppose she took it as a sort of life guide. In the end, she became everything he was and so much worse.”

I can tell he blames himself for the monster she’s become, and I need to know why. “What happened to her first husband?”

“I killed him.” The words sound dead on his lips—not a drop of emotion or remorse to spare for the life he ended. “Well, butchered is probably a more accurate word to describe how Blaise Moreau died that night. I lured him to a boucherie on a side of Paris the rich bastard never would have stepped foot in onhis own. I strung him up. Peeled the flesh from his bones. Bled him. Gutted him.

“And in a sick twist of irony, I ground up bits of the worthless prick and turned him into a rather delicious batch of sausages. And you know what? That dish won me the position of sous at Dix when I was twenty-two and didn’t have a scrap of formal culinary training. That worthless pig helped get me where I am today, and I don’t even regret a moment of it.”

Grey’s eyes are lit with the darkest sort of humor. “You asked me to scare you when we first met. How am I doing now, angel?”

“The world is full of bad men, and you took the total down by one. You think I’m scared?” I scoff. “I laced a merengón con cerezas with cyanide and watched a man I’d known my entire life die on the kitchen floor in a puddle of his own vomit, piss, and shit. If we’re comparing sins, I’d say we’re about even now.”

Grey blinks at me, not sure why I’m taking his confession so calmly. “Did I mention I cut off his dick?” he adds, still trying to make me shudder in revulsion.

“What is this, a competition now?” I roll my eyes. “I dismembered Tío with a wood saw in the bathtub one piece at a time—starting with his dick and ending with his head, which was half-rotted by then.”

“Fine, you win,” Grey concedes with his hands raised in surrender.

“Thank you.” I grab another donut from the box to celebrate my well-earned victory. “How did you dispose of dear Mr. Moreau, apart from the sausages?”

Grey shrugs. “Incinerator.”

“Lucky bastard.”

“So now what?” Grey asks. “You know all my deep, dark secrets, and you’re still not running.”

“Not a chance.” I slide both my hands over his muscularthighs and lean in to give him a kiss. “Guess you’re stuck with me, chef.”

“I can think of worse things,” he rumbles right before flipping me onto my back with my head resting in his lap, nearly crushing the almost empty box of donuts between my thighs.

His mouth crashes onto mine, the angle awkward because I’m upside down, but I want his touch so much that I don’t care. I can feel the thickness of his erection jabbing into my skull, and it makes me wish I was lying on my stomach so I could taste him on my tongue. Our kiss is vicious and violent, hard teeth knocking into soft lips, and when he finally pulls away, I taste blood in my mouth—his or mine, I can’t tell.

Grey drags his fingers down the side of my throat, and I gaze up at him from the cushion of his thighs to plead for more. “Open your mouth,” he commands, his voice heavy and deep. I obey without thinking, stretching out my jaw and flicking my tongue over my parted lips to tempt him. Suddenly, he shoves a donut into my mouth, pressing all the way back until he can’t fit any more. “Don’t bite down. Just keep it in your mouth.”

He slides me off his lap and leaves me with my back on the couch and my mouth stuffed far too full. I can feel him behind, but I can’t see him. I whip my head from side to side, trying to figure out what he’s planning to do. My mouth is starting to salivate thanks to the donut, and I can feel drool trickle down my chin and cheeks. I’m sure I look like a complete mess—and that’s exactly how he likes me.

I hear the tell-tale sound of a belt unbuckling and a zipper sliding down. Instant heat pools between my thighs, and I spread my legs wider for him. I wish I’d thought to take off my panties before he got home, but I’m still wearing my button-up and jeans from work. Seeming to sense what I want, Grey’s hands land on my jeans, and he strips them off before tugging down my lacy thong. We both know my thong is soaked through.

I can see his thick cock from the corner of my eye, his fist sliding up and down his swollen shaft as he stares at me. Deciding I’m not naked enough, he attacks my shirt next, ripping the buttons from the holes and leaving my heaving chest exposed. He yanks down my black bra so my tits spill out, my nipple piercings on full display. It’s still too early to play with them, but I know he likes to watch his diamonds sparkle in the light.

“So fucking gorgeous,” Grey growls, raking his fingers down my stomach and thighs as he circles around me. I try to follow him with my eyes as he walks and rubs his cock slowly enough to torture me, but eventually he dips out of sight.

In a moment, he’s behind me again, and I feel my head shift as he mounts the couch on his knees. When I look up again, his beautiful cock is hanging above my face, hard and dripping with need. “Hold your head up, angel. I’m going to glaze that donut in your mouth and watch my cum drizzle all over your pretty face.”

The way my cunt clenches at his filthy words is absolutely shameless.

I hold my chin up high, trying to give him the perfect target to shoot his load. I wish I could see more of his body as he strokes his cock harder, but I satisfy myself with the sweet sound of his whimpers as he brings himself close to the edge. A loud groan is the only warning I have before warm, thick streams of cum splatter over my face, coating the donut along with my cheeks.

“Goddamnif that isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Grey praises with the utmost adoration in his voice. He hovers over me before bending down and snatching half the donut from my mouth with his teeth. Small droplets of cum cling to his lips as he chews and swallows the spunk-soaked donut, moaning deep in his throat like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.

I think I come a little when his tongue flicks out and licks the last of his cream from his lips.

“Go ahead and swallow, little ruin,” Grey tells me at last, and I chew the soaked piece of donut that’s been sitting in my mouth for far too long. It’s not the most appetizing texture, but something about the heat in Grey’s eyes as he watches me makes my mouth water for more.

“I’ve always wanted to do that,” Grey admits, a smug grin on his face as he helps me into an upright position. He tucks me against his side and wraps his arms around me tight. I’m half-naked and covered in cum and sugar, and somehow he makes me feel like I’ve never been prettier.

“And here I thought you didn’t like your food being a soggy mess,” I tease, giving him a jab in the ribs as I tilt my head up to playfully glare at him.

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