Page 23 of Ruin Me
“What time is it?” He rubs his eyes as he turns to check his phone.
“I don’t know,” I whisper.
“What’s wrong?” he turns to face me and I shrug at him.
“Nothing, just thinking about yesterday,” he looks away from me and pulls himself out of bed. He runs his fingers through his hair then turns to face me.
“You know I have no choice, Hadley. You know that right? Your father is a fucking monster and Emerson is a piece of shit. Trust me, I get you wanting to run, but there’s nowhere to go.”
I shake my head at him as tears fill my eyes.
“You know Emerson is a piece of shit, but yet you still want me to go back and marry him,” my voice is a calm whisper now as I use all my courage to speak to the man standing in front of me.“You know what he used to do to me, he would beat me and…” I trail off and swallow the lump forming in my throat. “Tell me, are you actually okay with leaving me with him? Forcing me into a marriage where you and I both know it will be unfaithful and filled with abuse. Where I will be forced to sitthere and just take it. All because my father wants it to be that way?” The tears begin to fall as I stare at his face. Waiting for him to make his choice.
“What do you want me to do, Hadley? What do you want me to say?” his question hangs in the air for a moment.
“I want you to fucking fight for me, I want you to stop pretending there is nothing between us. I want you to look at me, but really look and see who I am. I want you to hold me when I feel sad and I want you to tell me everything will be okay. I want you to kiss me like you did that day in the hall at school, when we both got detention. I want you to be the man I know you are.”
He freezes, his gaze locked on mine as he realises what I have finally admitted.
“You want me?” he whispers, his eyes wide in realisation. I refuse to answer as he rubs a palm across his face in frustration.
The silence that engulfed the room was oppressive. I waited, my heart pounding in anticipation of his response.
“You think I'm pretending, Hadley?” Rhett's tone was low, almost a whisper. “You think I don't see you? I've wanted to be with you since the day we met. I just never thought I was good enough for you.” His voice faltered, his eyes filling with a mixture of vulnerability and determination.
I fling myself across the room at him, my arms wrapping around his neck as he catches me with ease, my mouth crashes to his as I release all my pent up emotions. Everything that I have ever held back, immediately flows out of me. He meets my lips with equal intensity, our tongues intertwining in a passionate kiss. It's a moment of pure connection, where all the fear and uncertainty melt away. The world around us fades into the background, and it's just us, locked in this intimate embrace. Rhett walks us back towards the bed, our lips never leaving each other. Rhett begins removing my pajamas, our kisses becoming more intense with each layer he peels away. His erection pressedagainst my core, making my whole body shiver in anticipation. His thumb traces the line of my jaw, making me shiver.
"One more time, Hadley," he murmurs against my ear.
I arch into his touch, craving more, and he answers by sliding a hand between us, his fingers finding my core. He teases me with featherlike touches, sending waves of electricity coursing through me. As desperation mounts, I whimper, and he responds by pushing his fingers deep inside me, eliciting a moan that seems to resonate through the entire room. His fingers slide in and out of me, making my back arch. My eyes flutter closed in the ecstasy of the moment.
Rhett's gaze is intense as he continues to pleasure me, his fingers never stopping their rhythm. The pressure builds unbearably, until I can't help but cry out his name. Rhett, sensing the moment, positions himself between my legs and pushes inside me, filling me completely. I groan and he pulls me closer, our bodies melding together in a perfect harmony. His pierced dick sends me into a frenzy of sensation. He wraps his hand around my neck, squeezing slightly as he pumps into me hard.
My breath catches in my throat as I grapple with the intensity of the moment. The rhythm of his thrusts, the sound of our bodies slapping together, and the feeling of him deep inside me, it's like nothing I've ever experienced before.
My hands claw at his back, urging him to go faster, harder. I can feel the pleasure building within me, an orgasm so close I can taste it.
Rhett grunts, his body tensing as he drives into me. I gasp in pleasure, the feeling overwhelming me. "Yes, yes, yes!" I cry out, my voice hoarse with need.
He leans down, his lips brushing against mine in a frenzied kiss, while our bodies continue to move in perfect synchrony. Irevel in the sensation of him inside me, his piercings scraping against me in the most exquisite way.
Feeling the wave of pleasure building within me, I cling to him, my nails digging into his back as the orgasm threatens to consume me. My body arches off the bed, unable to contain the intense pleasure radiating through me. Rhett responds by thrusting harder, a grunt escaping his lips as he pushes deeper.
The moment of release consumes me, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure courses through me.
Rhett, still inside me, leans his forehead against mine, his breathing ragged, matching the rhythm of my own. Rhett finally pulls out of me, the sensation of the movement causes me to shiver. The intensity of the moment exhausts me.
We lay there, not a word passes between us, as the severity of the situation passes over us. We both know we can’t be together, that my father would never stop looking for me – either to marry me off or kill me for the disrespect. Either way, my life was over.
Rhett’s phone vibrates, he releases me slightly and rolls over and grabs his phone off the side table and he frowns as he checks the messages.
"What's happening, Rhett?" I ask, sitting up and noticing the tension in his face. He looks at me, his eyes filled with unease. He quickly sits up and turns on the TV and the reporter on the screen begins explaining the situation.
“.. weather warnings have finally been lifted in Tasmania, with the storm now moving north up the east coast. Assistance is being offered to those in need of it, and the community is banding together to assist those in need…” I stopped listening to the reporter as I realised that the storm had passed, the look on Rhett’s face finally making sense.
Looking out the window, I saw that the clouds were no longer pure black but rather light and fluffy. How hadn’t I noticed that before?
“Get dressed, Hadley,” he pulls himself from the bed and begins dressing himself and I let out a sad sigh and follow suit. He helps me pack my bag and gather my things in silence.
