Page 29 of Ruin Me
“Fucking perfect,” I growled as I took in her gorgeous ass. “I’m going to fuck you so hard right now, princess. You’re going to cry out my name and then you’re going to take everything from that bastard who kept us apart.”
“Just fuck me, Rhett!” she cried out.
I chuckled, loving how needy she was for me. I pulled my own jeans down, my cock already hard as stone, jutting toward her as if it knew where he needed to be. I felt down between her legs, her arousal was heavy in the air, her pussy wet as fuck for me.
“Shit…already so wet for me, princess, just the way I’m going to keep you for the rest of our lives.”
Hadley let out an ungodly moan as I slid my fingers into her, spreading her juices up to her clit. I slid some of it over the head of my cock, loving how it felt to have her on me, before I shifted my cock to her entrance and slammed my way inside.
My groan mingled with her cry of pleasure as I stilled, ensuring I didn’t ruin her too fast. My piercings rubbed against her pussy walls, causing a torrent of delicious pleasure up my own spine. She held onto the desk, for whatever purchase she could, as I pounded into her. My fist twisted into her hair, pulling her head back and angling her face toward her dying father. His own face was twisted into anguish as he watched me take what had always been mine.
I knew that my girl was watching him too as I fucked her hard against his beloved desk. It was hers now. Everything he had was hers. I’d make damn sure of it.
Her pussy felt amazing, her moans echoing throughout the large room as I gave her exactly what I’d be giving her for the rest of our lives. One hand in her hair, one hand on her hip, I desperately needed another just so I could rub that clit and make her explode.
It was almost like she was in my brain because in the next minute, she was reaching down and doing just that. Her pussy pulsed around my cock, sending the signal to my balls to empty but there was no way in hell I was going first.
Emanuel was gurgling, his death fast approaching. I pulled out of her and slammed back into her, hard, fast and within a few strokes, she was screaming out my name as her pussy squeezed my cock like a fucking lemon.
“Fuck,” I grunted as I emptied myself into her. Panting, both of us stayed there, unable to move, to separate from each other.
“Damn, I hope he saw that finish,” she panted, laughing as I looked over to see her father dead against the wall. My twisted little queen. I fisted her hair and pulled her head back to kiss the fuck out of her mouth.
She moaned into me, her pussy gripping me hard yet again as I pumped my cock into her a few times. Our releases making it easier to fuck into her with the extra lubrication.
“Rhett, yes,” she moaned. How could I resist my queen?
I pulled out and flipped her over onto her back, as I pushed my cock back into her dripping pussy. Shoving my cum back into her, to fill her until she was content. Pulling her legs up over my chest and shoulders, I hammered into her.
My perfect fucking woman.
The balm to my broken soul.
The missing piece to my puzzle.
She cried out, her pussy pulsing around my cock.
“Play with that clit,” I barked at her.
She did without hesitation. I was her King when it came to the bedroom shit, but outside of it, I was her enforcer, her pawn to use whenever she needed me to. I’d never be her equal, even if she made me feel it, but I would always have my Queen’s back.
Hadley cried out as her pussy squeezed my cock yet again, pushing me over into my own release. I came hard. My cum was seeping out around my cock, filled to the brim.
My hand moved to her neck, pulling her back to me. She kissed me hard, her arms winding around my neck and deepening the kiss.
“Mine,” I growled against her lips.
“Yours,” she whispered back. “Always have been.”
Epilogue
Hadley
“It’stime,Hadley,”Austincalls through my bedroom door. I check my reflection one more time before turning towards the door. Today is the day I take claim of everything that was once owned by my father.
I smooth my hands down the front of my dress, a sleek black number that hugs my curves in all the right places. It's both elegant and powerful, perfect for the occasion. My hair is pulled back into a tight bun, and my makeup is flawless, a mask ofconfidence and control. I look every bit the part of the mafia queen I was born to be.
Stepping out of my room, I see Austin waiting for me, his arm outstretched. He looks handsome in his tailored suit, every bit the dutiful brother and enforcer. I loop my arm through his, and we walk down the hall towards what used to be my fathers office.
