Page 117 of Ruin
She frames my face with her hands, staring up at me, crying. She kisses me, deep, wet, desperate, breaking me apart. With her mouth on mine, she whispers, “I miss you. I miss you so much. You’re my home, Tommy. You’re the only place I’ve ever belonged. I’ve felt like a stranger in my own life for so long—”
Confusion claws at me, and I take hold of her hands, pushing her back from me. “But you’re fucking him.”
She shakes her head, fierce. “No, I’m not. I can’t. I’ve only been with you, Tommy.”
I feel blindsided. I don’t know how to process this. A year with him, and they haven’t fucked? I can’t imagine keeping my hands off her for one night much less a year. “You’ve been with him all this time and he hasn’t touched you?”
She looks almost embarrassed, and it clicks, ugly and sharp. My lip curls in a sneer.
“I know what this is. You’re not getting what you need from your boy, so you thought you’d get it from your man? That it? You told me in the beginning you only wanted to fuck me and now that you’re with him, you think you can come back and get fucked when it suits you?”
“No, Tommy! I’m not—”
I grab her jaw and kiss her hard, biting her lip until she bleeds and roughly smooth back her hair. “Let’s handle this once and for all, Giovanna.”
Gripping her face, I shove her down to her knees. She doesn’t protest. Instead, her eyes round, her nails dig into my thighs, and her jaw drops open as I pull out my cock, already hard for her. Always hard for her.
I yank her bottom lip down, forcing her mouth open wide and grab the back of her head, shoving my cock into the back of her throat until she gags. I fuck her mouth hard, brutal, as she moans and chokes, spit dripping down her chin.
I pull out of her mouth and rub cock dripping wet and messy over her lips, then all over her face, smearing her makeup. She darts her tongue out to drag it along the shaft while I do it, our eyes locked on each other, until I can’t take it anymore.
I shove into her mouth again, fuck her deeply, gripping her hair with both hands and forcing her to keep her throat filled until she gags and vomits champagne on me. I pull out again and drag my cock over her face, her mascara running down her cheeks, her lipstick smeared on her face and on me.
I smirk. “This what you came for?”
She’s panting, her chest heaving, unable to speak, and I grip the back of her head again and fuck her face like it was her pussy, pounding her until I’m about to come. I pull out and yank her hair back so that she is looking up at me and jerk myself off, adding spurts of cum to the champagne and spit and makeup mess coating her face.
I stand back as she gasps for breath, and pull out my phone. “Smile for the camera, sweet girl,” I say mockingly and she stares back at me with wide wet eyes, still breathing hard. Ruined. Beautiful.
As I text the picture to the person who needs to see it, she raises her fingers to her face to wipe her mouth, and I smack her hand away. “Leave it. Don’t you dare wipe it off. I’m going to fuck you with my cum dripping off your face like the whore you want so badly to be.”
I lift her up to standing and turn her harshly, bending her over one of the dinner tables, the dishes crashing to the ground. Yanking up her dress, I rip off her thong and shove it in my pocket, then bring the flat of my palm swiftly down with a loud crack across her ass.
She yelps, and I keep going, spanking her hard, one cheek then the other, each slap echoing in the room, over and over and over until her ass is bright red.
“Tommy!”
Growling, I continue spanking her until her hands are scrabbling at mine, trying to fend me off. “I wanted to make you my wife, Giovanna. But I guess you’d rather be a fucking whore than a wife.”
I pull her to standing and turn her to face me, yanking her dress straps off her shoulders. “Take off your dress.” My voice is dark, low, and she doesn’t argue.
Shaking, she does as she’s told, her face glistening, tears adding to the wetness on her face. As soon as her dress pools on the floor, I push her onto her back on the table.
“Grab your ankles. Knees by your ears.”
She obeys, eyes glassy, pupils blown wide. The fucking most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen: Giovanna on her back, spread open for me, waiting for my next command. I grabthe decanter of olive oil from the table and pour it over her pussy and ass, then massage it in as her eyes roll back in her head at my touch and she moans.
Closing my eyes, I push my fingers into her pussy, letting her grip me, squeeze me, rubbing my thumb over her clit as she writhes beneath my hands. When I pull out, she whimpers, and I open my eyes, stroking my cock so that the olive oil coats me as much as it does her.
Without warning, I push inside her ass, raw, pounding out a year’s worth of rage and confusion and anguish, the dishes on the table falling and breaking. She’s right there with me, gripping her ankles, screaming my name as I fuck her ass and smack her pussy. It’s not long before she’s coming in waves until she is limp and exhausted. Only then do I spill inside her with a groan that reverberates through both of us.
As I lean over her, chest to chest, palms planted on either side of her head, while she slowly releases her legs, we stare at each other.
Then the door slams open, and Antonio barrels in.
Staying where I am on top of her, still inside her, I pull my gun from my waistband holster and aim it steadily at his chest. “Move again and this ends right here.”
He stops, glaring at me, his eyes darting to Giovanna, fury on his face. I can’t even take pleasure in cucking him right now. He has no idea what’s coming.
