Page 46 of Ruin Me
Callum stops as he starts to undress, and I just sit there as Quen fucks me like a sex doll, unmoving and unresponsive.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Fuck, yeah, don’t move, baby girl. Fuck, that’s hot.”
A surge of something wild runs through me at his words. I’m playing with fire — with two men who are as dangerous as they are seductive.
I give Callum a nod, my silent permission. The air changes; it’s charged with a raw energy that binds us together in an unspoken agreement.
Callum sheds the rest of his clothes with a predatory grace, revealing his toned body marked with similar scars that speak of survival and power struggles within their dangerous world.
He climbs onto the bed, positioning himself beside me while Quen continues to thrust. Callum gathers my hair at the nape of my neck and fists it tightly before planting a bruising kiss on my lips.
“Fuck,” Quen roars, and his cock explodes cum inside me, jerking wildly as he sees his twin kissing me roughly. Heat floods through me, the sensation of being claimed by both at once so overwhelming I can hardly catch my breath.
Callum’s grip on my hair tightens as he pulls away, his breath hot against my cheek as Quen lifts me off his cock and rolls to the side. Callum pushes me back to the bed, covering my body with his, one hand still in my hair, the other going to my pussy to tease my clit into another orgasm, rolling it betweenhis fingers with expertise that has my body tensing all over again.
I’m raw, throbbing from the intensity of my first release, and yet here I am, spiralling towards another peak under Callum’s relentless touch. His eyes lock onto mine, dark blue pools of desire that seem to see right through to the very core of me. “You’re mine, Vogue,” he says, a declaration that sends shivers skittering down my spine.
My breath hitches as he slides into me with one swift motion. He’s different from Quen—where his brother is wild and unrestrained, Callum moves with a controlled ferocity that leaves me quaking. Each thrust is measured and calculated to drive me closer to the edge without sending me over.
Quentin isn’t content to simply watch. He moves up beside me, his fingers tracing the contours of my face before claiming my mouth in a kiss so deep I feel it in my toes. Callum grunts his approval as he picks up the pace, each powerful drive punctuated by a soft moan from between my lips.
The room is filled with the sounds of ragged breathing and my quiet whimpers, begging them for more. I’m stretched between the twins—a conduit of pleasure shared by them.
Quentin bites down gently on my lower lip as Callum pounds into me, taking me, claiming me in an action that has happened so fast, my head is spinning.
But it feels right.
Quentin doesn’t seem angry or jealous; in fact, if anything, he is turned on by this. I wrap my legsaround Callum, driving him deeper into my pussy, feeling that hot stretch that tells me I’m completely full, owned by both of them in a way that’s as terrifying as it is exhilarating.
“Tell us what you want,” Callum’s voice is a low growl, his hand leaving my clit to grip my hip, anchoring me to him as he continues to thrust with deliberate force.
I’m dizzy with need, the intensity of my desires mingling with the shock of how quickly I’ve become the pivot point in their dark world. “I want both of you. All of this,” I manage to gasp out, surprising even myself with the depth of my longing for something I never knew I could crave.
Quentin smirks against my lips, a silent promise that they’re only just beginning. He slips his hand down between our bodies and teases my clit, adding another layer to the sensory overload.
I feel like I’m going to shatter into a million pieces from the overwhelming pleasure, but I’m held together by the sheer force of their wills—by the knowledge that they won’t let me break. Not yet.
Callum’s pace quickens, and his thrusts become more erratic as he approaches his climax. Quentin’s kisses turn more desperate, his touches more insistent as if trying to brand every inch of me with their shared heat.
“I’m close,” Callum grunts, and Quentin emits a low groan into my mouth. Their movements synchronise in a powerful rhythm that sends me hurtling towards another orgasm.
As I crest the wave, it crashes over me, consuming everything in its path. My body convulses underneath Callum, spasming in pleasure as Quentin holds my face steady, his kiss swallowing my cries. I ride the aftershocks, feeling every pulse of Callum’s cock as he spills inside me, his body rigid above mine. His groan is a primal sound that echoes through the room, mingling with Quentin’s soft pants. He is jerking himself off, already so hard, after coming inside me not that long ago. Seeing his brother fucking me is a massive turn-on for him. I guess it’s like watching himself fuck me.
Callum rolls off me, and I feel his cum start to drip out from between my thighs. He props himself on one elbow, looking down at me with an expression that’s all possessive satisfaction.
Quen lifts up from my mouth and grunts as he unloads onto my breasts, washing away the memory of when I was held captive in one simple move.
We collapse in a heap of tangled limbs and laboured breaths. The room is silent for a long moment, save for our panting.
Quentin brushes a sweaty strand of hair away from my forehead. “You okay?” he murmurs.
I nod, unable to find words. My body feels both spent and charged, like I’ve been plugged into some endless source of electricity. The knowledge that I’m now irrevocably entangled with these men sinks in. There really is no going back now.
Callum gives me a penetrating stare before hekisses my lips. “Get some sleep, Vogue. This is only the beginning.”
“Meaning?” I croak.
“Meaning you belong to all of us, and the other two won’t hold back much longer.”
