Page 119 of Ruin
Tommy’s eyes soften for a second, then sharpen. His voice comes out strained. “Yes, sweet girl. Just like that.”
Heat flushes through me at his praise. Maybe this shouldn’t feel good, but the way he says it, the way he makes me his even while directing me to touch someone else, it feels like home. Like safety in a storm. I obey, not out of fear but because it feels like a magical opportunity, a loophole, a way I can show him I love him without risking his life.
Antonio mutters a soft, strangled “stop” but he pushes into my hand like he can’t help himself. He shudders under my touch, but I listen for Tommy’s direction. Antonio’s not in charge here. He’s a shadow.
“Take him in your mouth, Gi. Get him wet.”
My face is still dripping with Tommy’s cum, so I look at Tommy and wipe my face. When I use his cum to get Antonio’s cock wet, then drag my tongue up his shaft slowly, my eyes on Tommy, a cloud of dark desire passes over his face and a shiver of pleasure rips through me.
My eyes on Tommy, I part my lips to accept the head of Antonio’s cock and wait for Tommy’s direction. Tommy’s chest is heaving like he’s running a marathon, his eyes lockedon mine. Almost imperceptibly, he gives me a short nod, and I take Antonio’s cock into my mouth, swallowing as much as I can into the back of my throat. He’s well-endowed, big, thick, almost as big as Tommy, so I’m well-practiced.
“Fuccckkkkkk.” Antonio grips my face, trying to get me to look at him, but I close my eyes and suck his cock like he’s Tommy.
I scrape my nails down his thighs then cup his balls, digging my nails in like Tommy likes. Antonio hisses in a breath but keeps pushing into my mouth. “Careful, babe.”
I open my eyes, and look at Tommy in my peripheral vision. He’s glaring at Antonio, his lip twitching. His voice is sharp and commanding, but threaded with something raw.
“See how she looks to me for permission? How she waits for my word? That’s because she’s mine. If you were taking care of her, she’d look at you like that. But she doesn’t. And she never will.”
The words land heavy in my chest, carving me open. He’s right that I’ll never be Antonio’s. I’m Tommy’s girl, always. I don’t know how to be anything else. Or how to be with anyone else.
I feel Tommy behind me, smoothing his palms over my ass as he spreads me open for him. I moan at his touch and Antonio shudders, gripping the back of my head and pumping into my mouth.
Tommy grabs my hips and pulls me to standing so that I’m bending at the waist, Antonio’s cock in my mouth. Tommy pushes inside me from behind, filling me, taking my breath away, and I dig my nails into Antonio hard, too hard.
Antonio grabs my hair and yanks my head back, growling down at me. “Unless you want me to do that to you, don’tdo that again.”
I can’t stop my eyes from flashing mockingly at him, and he takes it as a challenge. “You would love that, wouldn’t you? Tommy’s little knife whore.”
I practically purr at his words and wiggle back against Tommy. Tommy chuckles, and rubs the tip of his thumb around my back entrance. “That’s right. My girl.”
As Tommy fucks me from behind, I begin to lose myself in time and space. Eyes closed, whimpering and moaning with every thrust, I can hear Tommy giving Antonio directions on how to fuck me somewhere in the edges of my consciousness.
Just the sound of Tommy’s voice is enough to get me off, but I hold off, let him edge me with his words—dirty, specific, raw—let him fuck me hard, smacking my ass and then rubbing the sting away, letting me know that I’m his good girl.
Every part of this is orchestrated by Tommy, every shiver that runs through me begins and ends with him. The rhythm is his, the pressure is his, the unraveling is his. Antonio is just an extension of him, a tool, a proxy.
As Antonio starts to fuck my mouth faster, groaning, Tommy growls at him, “Come in her mouth, and I will put a hole in you.”
I’m so blissed out that I barely register and decode the words before Antonio pulls out of my mouth, pulling my hair so that my face tilts up toward him. As he rubs the head of his cock along my lips, groaning as he spreads the cum over my face and just barely pushing into my mouth, Tommy bends over me from behind, still inside me, still fucking me.
“You did so good, sweet girl. Now come with me,” he says, his voice throaty and rough as he wraps an arm around meto rub my clit with the muzzle of his gun while he pushes his thumb into my ass with his other hand.
“Yes, daddy,” I choke out with a gasp around the head of Antonio’s cock, grinding my clit against the cold metal, so full of Tommy.
When Tommy loses control, I know before it happens. I feel it in his body, the way his breathing stutters, the way he clings tighter to me as if he can weld us into one.
We break together. My body arcs, pleasure tearing through me in waves so violent I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t remember where I am. I’m immersed in Tommy and he buries himself in me. I feel him in every nerve, every inch of me as he comes hard in my pussy, his fingertips digging into my back as he bites down hard on my shoulder.
I collapse onto my hands and knees, shaking. Destroyed.
Tommy pulls out of me slowly, but doesn’t let me go.I’m barely conscious as he directs Antonio on how to take care of me, barely register it as Antonio cleans my face with a wet linen napkin.
Every ounce of my attention is focused on Tommy. Tommy’s hands stroking my back and hips. Tommy pulling me into his arms and cradling me against his chest. Tommy pressing his lips to the side of my head, whispering softly so only I can hear.
“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you, Giovanna. I wish you could forgive me, baby.”
My heart cracks in two. I want so badly to tell him about his father coming to my house that day, the way he threatened Tommy’s life. But Aurelio is literally in this building right now, and fear spikes through me at the thought of losing Tommy, truly losing him forever at Aurelio’s hand.
