Page 3 of Ruin
“If I were your father, you wouldn’t have made it out of the house looking like that.”
The way she is standing under the lights, I can fully see her dark nipples through her dress now. As much as it makes me want to break the skinny straps barely holding the fabric up and suck one of those nipples into my mouth, I’m fucking furious that every other man here is probably thinking the same thing.
Grabbing her shoulders, I turn her, blocking her from view of the other partygoers, and back her into the corner of the rooftop.
She hits the concrete wall, then smooths her hands over her dress, and I’m not sure, but I think she purposefully drags the hem up an inch higher on her thigh.
“I’m 18, asshole. My ‘daddy’ doesn’t tell me what to do anymore.”
“Maybe you need a new daddy then.”
I pull off my ball cap with one hand, and reach back behind my neck to grab my hoodie with the other hand, pulling it off over my head. Blocking her in the corner, I drop my hat and toss my hoodie up, grabbing it by the hem and then pull it over her whole body in one motion.
“What the fuck—” Her voice is muffled as she disappears into the fabric until I can yank the fabric down so that her head pops through the neck hole. Her hair is mussed and all over her face, and her arms are trapped inside. “—iswrong with you?!”
“The better question is ‘what is wrong withyou.’” I say, holding the hoodie down as she fights against me.
“Get this fucking thing off me,” she shrieks.
People around us are no longer pretending not to stare. Matti walks our way, raises his eyebrows at me briefly, then ushers them away, leaving us alone in the corner of the rooftop.
I pin her against the wet concrete wall, caging her in with my arms on either side of her, and bend down slightly so I’m eye level with her. She’s tall, especially in heels, so I don’t have to bend far. She fits me perfectly.
“You’re a beautiful girl. You don’t have to dress like a whore to get attention from men.” I keep my voice low, feeling like I’m saying too much.
Her eyes grow wide with fury, and she bangs her body back and forth against my arms like she’s trying to break out. I don’t budge. “I’m not a GIRL. I’m a fucking woman, in case you hadn’t God damn noticed.”
“I did notice,” I growl. “Everybody noticed. Including douchebags who aren’t good enough to be in your presence, much less see you… like that.”
Her eyes brighten with anger. She moves closer to me, lowering her voice seductively as she talks. “Oh really. Are you jealous of Antonio, Tommy? Do you wish I’d dress like this for you? Make it our little secret, keep my ‘beautiful’ body hidden away from the world until you want to take me out and play with me?”
Fuck, my cock is so hard. I want to drop to my knees while she’s bound by my hoodie, and push up her dress, shove my face into her pussy and eat her until she comes on my face.
Instead, I shake my head, speaking through my clenched jaw. “I’m not jealous of any little prick who goes by the name of Tony the Hack, I promise you. And I’m not trying to fuck you.”
She blanches, the color draining from her face, as if a realization just hit her. “Oh my God. Are you gay, Tommy? Is that why you never bring women around or hook up? Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed.”
Despite my resolve to remain devoid of emotion, I can’t help but laugh at the shame on her face. “No, I’m not gay. I just don’t bring women around you. But you should be embarrassed. No man who pays attention to you when you’re dressed like this is going to respect you once he’s done coming on your face. Especially a guy who got his name for fucking up everything he touches.”
Rage washes over her, and I barely jerk my head back in time, still laughing, as she throws herself forward trying to headbutt me.
“Fuck you, Tommy Demonio! I don’t give a fuck what you think of me, who I fuck, or what I wear when I get fucked.” She leans in close, her face inches from mine, breathing hard while I grin at her. “And for your information, I’ve never had a man come on my face and ghost me. He always comes back, begging for more, and it’s me who has to tell him to fuck off and get a life so I can move onto the next hard cockthat I want.”
The smile falls off my face, and she smirks victoriously. The image of her with other men hits my brain like a virus, spreading through every neural pathway until all I can think about is erasing every other man who’s ever touched her.
But she’s still wrapped up in my hoodie, and I’m the onein charge.
“Either you put your arms through the sleeves of that hoodie in the next five seconds and keep it on for the rest of the night, or I’m going to throw you over my shoulder and carry you out in front of all these people.”
“And then what?” she challenges, her arms still captured within my hoodie. She’s not flirtatious this time. She seems genuinely curious.
“Then I’ll take you downstairs and tie you up in Matti’s penthouse and leave you there until the sun comes up, and your father is ready to drive you home. Wherever the fuck he is.”
Her hazel eyes are so dark they are almost black as she scoffs at me. “You want to tie me up, Tommy? What are you going to do to me while you wait for the sun to come up? It’s not even midnight yet.”
She leans in closer to me, but I hold her gaze and don’t move. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, then releases it, staring at my mouth.
I don’t breathe as she snakes her tongue out and moves a millimeter closer to me, then drags the tip of her tongue slowly over my bottom lip. It’s like she sent a shot of lightning through my body, culminating in a thunderbolt in my cock.
