Page 34 of Ruining Him
I take stock of my body, noting how I’m lying on something soft… a bed, maybe? And from the way I can’t move, I’m going to go ahead and assume I’m tied to it.
Great.
I blink my eyes open, the dark room doing nothing to give me any hints about where I am.
That is, until I chance a look in the corner of the room and see a hooded figure seated in a chair.
It hits me then—I know exactly where I am.
I’m in my dorm room, which means…
“I’ll kill you for this,” I mutter, and the asshole chuckles.
“I’m sure you will, little menace.”
“What’s your plan here, Cole?”
His head tilts to the side as if he’s contemplating what to tell me, and I take the moment to drink him in. This is the most dressed down I’ve ever seen him, wearing black joggers and a matching black hoodie, his hood pulled up over his head.
Gone is the put-together guy I usually see around campus, and in his stead is a deranged psycho who goes around drugging and kidnapping girls. Maybe we’re more alike than I originally thought? Even when I saw him lurking that night at the church, he was easy to pick out from how much he didn’t belong there. But right now? Right now, as he’s enveloped in the darkness of the room, he has an aura of danger surrounding him that calls to me.
“It’s been fun, Lana, this little cat and mouse game we’ve been playing… but I’m sick and tired of playing the mouse. I figured it was about time I took back some control.”
Aww, is my pretty boy feeling his lack of control?
He’s tied my arms to the headboard and my ankles to be base of the bed, much like I did to him. The only difference is I tied the knots in a way that he wouldn’t be able to escape, whereas the bindings he’s made for me are amateurish. That, and I’m fully clothed, whereas he was naked.
It’s cute how he thinks I wouldn’t be able to get out of hisbindings if I really wanted to, but I want to see where this goes.
I want to see how hard he’ll push me in order to take back some of that precious control of his.
“Do what you need to do, pretty boy,” I purr, and he climbs to his feet and walks over to me. He looms over me, a large presence in such a small room.
I’m honestly surprised he managed to do all of this since I’m usually on edge and alert, so props to him for getting us this far.
“Such a pretty little mystery,” he murmurs and swipes his thumb across my lower lip ever so gently. “Tell me, baby, what else is this whore mouth good at other than spitting venom and sucking the dean’s dick?”
I glare at him, the thought of Dare’s dick anywhere near me making me feel sick. I open my mouth to say something, but he slides his thumb inside before I can get any words out.
“Shhh. It’s okay,” he says soothingly. “I don’t want your words… I want your actions.”
His free hand flies to the waistband of his sweats and he pushes them down a little, just far enough to free his hard dick.
So this is the game he’s playing, huh?
He climbs on top of me, straddling my chest and pointing his cock towards my mouth.
“Show me how good you can be for me, little menace,” he coos before forcing my mouth open. As soon as my lips part, the tip of his dick is right there and pushing its way inside my mouth.
He’s hard as steel and his precum tastes salty on my tongue. His velvet skin is so damn smooth, though Ican feel a small ridge and it makes me smile around him. Seems the cut hasn’t completely healed yet.
I wonder if it hurts when he jacks himself off to fantasies of me?
I hope so.
I thrash beneath him, shooting daggers with my eyes as he uses me, fucking into my mouth without a care in the world.
I really was wrong about him. He’s just as fucked up as I am.
