Page 47 of Ruin Me
My gasp as he climbs off the bed echoes around the room. “What?”
Quen smiles slowly, almost sinisterly. “They will claim you as well, baby girl, and when they do, your body will be overloaded with things you’ve never felt before. You will crave us all at once, and we’ll take you, every cock in your body, as you beg us for more.”
My cheeks heat up as my mouth drops open. I have no words, only images of what he is suggesting.
The twins get up and get dressed without another word, leaving me reeling, naked, covered in cum, but suddenly feeling like a goddess among women. A slow smile crosses over my face as I watch them leave, knowing that when I have the capacity to move, I’m going to want to do that all over again.
26
VOGUE
As my eyes reluctantly open,I’m greeted with the stillness of an empty room. Disappointment washes over me, as I had hoped to wake up to the familiar sounds and presence of the twins. But instead, all I’m met with is silence. As I sit up, my senses immediately become alert, picking up the faint noise of voices and slamming coming from the living room. My heart begins to beat faster in anticipation. With cautious steps, I make my way to the door and press my ear against it, straining to hear any signs of a possible conflict. After a moment of listening, I realise that the noises are just lively chatter and not a heated argument or fight. Relieved but still curious, I quickly cross over to the luxurious en-suite bathroom to shower and change before facing whatever chaos awaits me in the living room. The sound of water cascading down on me drowns out the noise from outside as I hastily clean myself up, trying to mentallyprepare for whatever situation I am about to walk into.
Getting dressed in black leggings and a black tee, I pad barefoot over the fancy hardwood floors and into the living room, where the four guys are scattered, each of them engaged with their own piece of business. They look up as I enter and immediately stop what they’re doing.
I’m not suspicious by that, merely curious what they’ve found out already while I was playing at being possum.
“Any updates?” My voice cuts through the thick atmosphere.
“Rival factions are tightening their circles,” Callum reports. His eyes are steel, reflecting the gravity of our situation, with zero sign of the dirty sex we had only a couple of hours ago. “They’re spooked. Making moves in the dark.”
“Let them,” I retort, lips curling. “Shadows might be their playground, but we own the night. We have something they don’t.”
“Which is?” Thayer prompts, leaning back on the couch, arms folded over his chest.
“Me.” The word hangs between us, heavy with implication. The room holds its breath, waiting for me to elaborate. “I’m the wildcard they can’t account for. I’m not even an ace, and that’s what makes this so perfect.”
“No, you’re a Queen,” Quen mutters, eyes fixed on me with such intensity, I feel my cheeks heat up.
“Vogue’s right, though,” Harrison cuts in, swiping through data on his tablet. “They expect The Crowned Syndicate to play defence, not offence—even now—not to lose more territory by defending what we’ve kept.”
“Exactly,” I say, pacing now, every step punctuated with purpose. “It’s time to flip the script.”
“Flip it how?” Quen asks, his gaze sharp, analytical.
“Hit them where it hurts. Their rep, their resources, their resolve.” With each point, I tap my finger against the glass tabletop, driving it home. “Undermine their confidence, turn allies into liabilities.”
“Risky,” Thayer says, pushing off from the couch to stretch, his expression blank, which makes it really difficult to gauge what he’s thinking. “If we misstep?—“
“Then we don’t misstep,” I cut him off, no room for doubt. “We can’t afford to.”
“Repercussions will be severe,” Quen notes. “For us, for the university. Every action leaves a mark. This is bigger than Crestmont.”
“Let them leave marks,” I shoot back, fierce. “As long as they’re not on us. Some of those fuckers thought they could abduct me and use me as fuck knows what leverage for fuck knows what nefarious reasons. No. I’m not some asshole who gets used like that. They thought I was the weakest link, well fuck that. They don’t know the beast they’ve unleashed by treating me as ‘just a girl’.”
“Whoa,” Callum says, hands up at my suddenoutburst—sudden even to me. I knew I wasn’t dealing with it, having pushed it aside to focus on the bigger picture, but it seems that it is in my face now, demanding attention. Well, it’s got it. “Are you okay, princess?”
“Fine,” I grit out. “Just pissed. I’m not even scared anymore, just angry. I want to make those assholes pay.”
“They paid,” Thayer says calmly, like we aren’t discussing a bloody massacre.
“Not all of them,” I retort, and he raises an eyebrow, impressed.
“Finally,” I murmur to him and only him. “Emotion.”
His surprised look makes me snort, and he echoes the sentiment: “Well, what can I say? You bring it out in me, sweetheart.”
“So, what does this mean?” Callum interrupts. “Are you making a declaration?”
