Page 59 of Ruined
I bit my lip. I looked at the Sage Observatory Tower, that tall, wiry building with the globe on top, twinkling in the night. As if it could give me the energy to face my own desires.
“Please fuck me, Lucas.” I used his name so that he would know that I understood the gravity of the situation. He wasn’t just anyone. What we were doing meant something, more than sex. More than sex between a member and a server. More than all of that.
“I didn’t say fuck,” he growled.
“Please ruin me,” I said. “I’m begging you to ruin me. To show me that I’m not who I thought I was.”
His lips curved, a hint of pleasure on his mouth. Then he reached around my head and fisted my hair, using it to force me to bend over a slatted wooden chair. He pulled his grip so that my chin was pointed high, and he stroked my ass. My sex clenched, I moaned, and he pressed into my body and cupped my face in his palm, holding me firmly. As he forced my gaze towards the city, he lifted my dress, hiking it up around my hips, and his fingers ran along my underwear-covered slits. He dipped a finger between the fabric and my skin.
“You’re drenched,” he said.
It was so embarrassing. I took a quick breath, and he stuck a finger inside of me, moving quickly. He penetrated me, pumping in and out fast, then he added another finger and I gasped. His fingers already stretched me too much; how would I be able to handle his cock? My jaw had hurt for hours afterward. But Lucas didn’t stop; he thrusted in and out and I moaned and cried. I tried to suck back those noises, realizing that his neighbors on the floors below us could have heard me, but he slapped my face and added another finger into my hole.
“Tell me you’re my whore,” he said.
I blinked my eyes. How could he expect me to say that? His free hand grabbed my throat and I shuddered.
“A whore?” I asked.
“Not just any whore.Mywhore. You’re mine, Haley.” He pressed his hips into my ass, his hard cock pulsing against me. “Do you see what you do to me? How insane you make me? Day after day, I can’t think of anything but fucking your pretty little cunt until you scream my name.”
“Lucas,” I moaned.
“Not yet.” He pulled his fingers out and the emptiness was overwhelming. I frantically looked over my shoulder. He ripped off his shirt, the buttons flying across the terrace, and he threw down his pants and boxer briefs. His cock sprang forward, throbbing and greedy, precum dripping out of the tip. My lips fell open and he growled. He spun me around.
“Tell me you’re my fucking whore,” he said in my ear. He pushed on my back until I was leaning on the chair with all of my weight. He teased my wet slit with his hard cock, dragging it back and forth, making me shudder with need. I wiggled my hips and everything—my lips, my tongue, my stomach, my thighs, my sex—everything ached. I needed this. I knew I did. But to call myself his whore would go against what I had told myself. Don’t do what Mama did. Don’t fall in love with a club member. He was a customer, damn it. And never fuck him. Never let him control you like that.
But I couldn’t hold it back. “I’m your whore,” I cried.
He plunged deep inside of me, a painful, scorching penetration. Like his cock could dig inside of my soul and rip out the flesh that was left, leaving nothing of myself behind. He moved his hips, his cock dipping deeper inside of me.
“I’m your whore,” I sobbed again, the tears running down my cheeks. It was all so overwhelming, to know that I was risking everything to be there with him, to give myself to him, and yet he wanted me to degrade myself. To know, without a doubt, that I liked it. No—I loved it. It made me feel alive and complete and whole and sane again, to let myself go and do something that I wanted for once. That I wanted for me. Because I wanted Lucas. I wanted him like the air I breathed, and nothing made sense anymore, nothing at all. Nothing but having him.
I don’t know how many times I said it, but I could feel the words falling off of my tongue and landing in hot splatters on my cheeks. The tears and the pain in my sex transformed into insurmountable pleasure. His fingers rubbed my clit, making every single nerve ending on my body go wild. It was too much. Everything was too much. And I never wanted it to stop.
His rhythm quickened, and his cock twitched inside of me, stretching me out. I felt used, so damn used, and yet it was so fucking good. Because I wasn’t just anyone. I washis. I could feel that he was getting close, his pace desperate now, closer to the edge. I let out a moan mixed with a sob, and cried those three words one last time, before I orgasmed from him fucking me on the terrace. On display for the world. My true self exposed.
His voice was husky and violent. “You’re nothing but my whore, Haley. Nothing,” he thrust his hips and threw his head back, coming with his cock pulsing deep inside of me, howling the last words, “Nothing but mine.”
