Page 7 of Ruin (Villains for Hire)

L ira's pulse thundered in her ears as Ruin tangled his hands in her hair and kissed her back with a passion and ferocity that threatened to consume her.

Melting into him, she opened at the probing flick of his tongue against the seam of her lips, then moaned when his taste flooded her senses. Dark, exotic, heady. Intoxicating.

His hands slid down her back, leaving trails of liquid fire in their wake, before settling at the curve of her ass and pulling her flush against the rigid length pressing into her belly.

There was no fear, no anxiety or hesitation. There was only need, sharp and insistent, pulsing between her thighs. Despite having no memory of it, she knew in an instinctive way she’d had sex before. Even if she hadn’t, she trusted Ruin not to hurt her.

Tearing his lips from hers, he trailed hot, openmouthed kisses along her jaw to the sensitive spot just below her ear.

“Wanted you the moment I saw you, little bird,” he growled, the gravelly rasp of his voice doing delicious things to her insides.

Lira shivered, tipping her head to grant him better access as he nipped and sucked at her neck. “Yours. All yours.”

A low rumble vibrated against her skin, his grip on her tightening fractionally. Making her breath hitch with a final nip of those sharp fangs, he straightened. Those molten gold eyes swept over her from head to toe with blatant hunger.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“Completely.”

“You don’t have to?—”

“I know,” she interrupted, knowing exactly what he was about to say. “I want this, Ruin. I want you. Not because you saved me, but because you’re kind and thoughtful and beautiful and caring and you make my mouth water and I want to touch you so badly my fingers ache.”

Swallowing hard, he caught and held her gaze, then slid those big hands under the straps of her dress.

In spite of her assurances, he continued to watch her closely. She could see he was poised, waiting for her to tell him to stop as calloused palms ghosted down her arms.

He’d be waiting a long time. She had no intention of telling him to, or even letting him, stop.

Slowly, inch by inch, he dragged the straps down her arms. She felt the cool air hit her breasts, but didn’t look away from him. Couldn’t. The expression on his face, the way he was staring at her…

He looked at her like she was the most precious, most beautiful thing in all the galaxies.

With a swish, the material fell away, pooling around her feet and leaving her naked before him.

“Godsdamn, little bird.”

Heat bloomed in her cheeks at his choked groan.

Lira knew what he was seeing. Almost every inch of her body was marred by scars, new and old. But so was his.

They matched. Two damaged souls, cut from the same cloth.

The thought emboldened her.

Heart hammering, she pushed the cloak off his shoulders with shaking hands. Together, they divested him of his weapons.

Left in only his black leather pants and boots, Lira drank in the sight of him. Brawny, corded muscle, a myriad of scars crisscrossing pale skin, intricate tribal tattoos swirling and twisting.

He was terrifying and menacing and perfect.

A needy whimper slipped free.

In answer, his mouth curved in a sly grin. “Like what you see, little bird?”

The rasp of his voice had her pussy clenching.

She nodded wordlessly, unable to tear her eyes from the hard ridges of his abdomen. Gods, how could anyone find his harsh edges and brutal lines anything but intoxicating?

A soft rumble, almost a purr, had her dragging her gaze up to meet his. Those strange, bright depths held an intensity that bordered on obsession, sparking embers low in her belly.

Ruin curled one hand around her nape, thumb stroking over her racing pulse as the other flicked open the fastenings of his pants. Stepping free of them and out of his boots, he bared himself to her.

Lira drank him in with shameless greed, following the dark whorls and jagged lines of his tattoos down to the hard length jutting from between his legs.

Her thighs contracted reflexively.

He was big. Gods, he had to be thicker than her forearm, though thankfully he wasn’t alarmingly long.

A slit bisected the bulbous head, curving from the top all the way around to the bottom, giving it a rounded M shape. The same greyish-white as his skin, it had a slight purple hue and looked deliciously, tantalizingly slick, as if it’d been coated in a thin layer of lubrication when it emerged from the cleft in his groin.

One heavy sac hung below, large and taut, an even deeper purple than the swollen head. Like the rest of his body, he was perfectly hairless here, as well. For some reason, that struck her as intensely erotic.

Her mouth watered, and her thighs were slippery with want. She wanted to impale herself on that slick girth, wanted to feel him push that thickness inside her. The thought alone left her feeling fever-hot and needy.

Trailing his knuckles down her cheek, he murmured, “Touch me.”

The simple request, spoken with such gruff yearning, made her shiver.

Reaching out with trembling fingers, she ghosted them over the searing heat of his cock. A drop of thick fluid beaded at the slit as he shuddered. His stomach clenched, muscles rippling beneath scarred skin. A sharp inhale hissed through his clenched teeth.

“Lira… ”

Her name, growled in that deliciously rough baritone, sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through her. Craving more of those sounds, that voice, she stroked him again.

“Gods, little bird.”

She peered up at him, unable to resist trailing her tongue over her lower lip. He followed the motion, slit pupils dilating, a harsh groan rattling his chest. Then he was hauling her against him, sealing his mouth over hers in a ravenous kiss that stole what little breath remained in her lungs.

Hands roamed her body, molding her curves, tracing her scars, thumbs brushing over her peaked nipples until she writhed against him.

She felt consumed, surrounded, overwhelmed by his heat, his scent, his strength.

Cupping her ass, he lifted her effortlessly, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist. She did so eagerly, whimpering at the contact as his thick cock nestled in the cleft of her pussy.

So big, so hard, the slick width of him slid against her, grazing her swollen clit in a slow, sensual grind.

“Ruin!” Lira threw her head back, lightning bolts of pleasure arrowing through her core. “Oh, gods… ”

“That's it, little bird,” he rasped. “Lemme hear those pretty sounds.”

Then his lips were on hers again, that long tongue thrusting deep, mimicking the exquisite rhythm of him gliding her up and down against his cock, driving her rapidly toward the edge. She clung to him, heat coiling tighter and tighter in her belly.

Just when she thought she would shatter from the tension, he stopped. Her cry of protest was swallowed by his mouth as he stepped forward and lowered them to the bed, blanketing her body with his.

Bracing himself on his elbows, he gazed down at her, breaths harsh and ragged. “You trust me, little bird?”

“Completely,” she whispered, utterly sincere.

Leaning down, he nuzzled her temple, lips brushing her ear as he murmured gruffly, “Good.”

With that, he lifted her and twisted to lay on his back, positioning her so that she was poised above him, knees on either side of his head, slick pussy hovering right above his mouth.

“Spread those pretty thighs wide and lemme taste you.”

Need, raw and throbbing, clenched low in her belly at his words. With a soft whimper, she parted her legs farther around his broad shoulders, moaning when the cool air hit the wetness coating her inner thighs and pussy.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned. “Look at you. So pretty, so fuckin’ wet for me. So fuckin’ pink.”

Lira gasped as Ruin grabbed her hips and pulled her down with a sudden yank. He dragged that impossibly long tongue across her dripping slit in one steady lick that had her eyes rolling back.

He groaned, the sound rapturous. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

Pleasure that he’d imagined the taste of her barely had time to flicker to life before he tightened his grip on her hips and feasted.

Stroking, licking, sucking, he devoured her. Mouth falling open in shock, she gripped his head, hips moving of their own accord—involuntary little jerks she couldn’t seem to stop.

“Ruin!”

“That's it,” he rumbled, voice thick with lust. “Lemme taste every inch of this sweet little cunt.”

She shuddered, bucking helplessly as he lapped and sucked at her greedily, circling her entrance with tantalizing swirls. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore teasing, he palmed her ass, holding her steady as he dragged the flat of his tongue up in one searing lick.

“Ahh!” Her entire body jolted when he glided over the swollen, throbbing bundle of nerves at the apex of her slit. “Oh gods… right there!”

“What is this?” he rasped between fevered swipes, sounding utterly entranced.

“My clit,” she gasped, thighs trembling where they gripped his head.

“It's sensitive.” It was a statement, but she nodded anyway.

She felt that wicked mouth curl into a smile. “Good.”

He lashed over it again and again, ruthlessly working it in tight, insistent circles until she was quaking above him, robbed of breath and coherent thought.

She could only keen as he feasted on her, his talented tongue swirling patterns designed to shatter what little sanity she had left.

He'd fantasized about this, craved it, but the reality was a thousand times better.

The scent and taste of her was driving him out of his godsdamn mind. The way she was moving above him, hips rolling, the way she cried out his name. Gods, she was fucking addictive. So responsive, so uninhibited in her pleasure.

She’d been holding herself back before, but now… Now, she was riding his face, grinding and sliding that slippery little cunt across his mouth.

Wrapping his lips around the nub that elicited such a delicious reaction, he sucked on it, hard, flicking the tip of his tongue over it mercilessly. Above him, Lira gave a sharp cry, fingers contracting on his head, nails biting into his flesh. The slight sting only made his own arousal throb more insistently.

Unable to resist any longer, he reached down with the hand not holding her steady above him and fisted his cock, stroking himself in time with the rocking of her hips.

“Ruin, please! I need?—”

“Tell me,” he rasped, the words muffled.

“P- put it in me? Please. Fuck me with your tongue.”

Godsdamn.

Hearing those words come from her sweet lips damn near made him spill his seed. Without hesitation, he gave her exactly what she wanted and plunged his tongue deep into her tight pussy.

The taste of her, purer here, went straight to his head. Eyes rolling back, hips bucking into his fist, he grabbed her ass and pulled her down as he thrust his tongue deeper, needing more.

Needing fucking everything she had to offer.

Thrusting in and out of her heat, he nudged her engorged clit with every stroke. Lira sobbed out his name, back bowing, thighs trembling. Her movements became more frantic, the delectable sounds she made more urgent and high-pitched.

He could feel her climax building.

With one final, desperate cry, her slight body shuddered with release, the walls of her pussy rhythmically milking his tongue, hips jerking erratically.

Stunned at the beauty of her, his stroking fist slowed as he stared up at her, memorizing every detail. The way her pink nipples had tightened into hard points, the ecstasy painting her features, the flush riding high on her cheeks.

She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen.

As the blinding pleasure he’d given her began to ebb, Lira became aware of rhythmic jerking and peered back over her shoulder. At the sight of Ruin’s big hand shuttling up and down his thick cock, she moaned, walls clenching around the tongue still inside her.

Need, as intense and fiery as if she wasn’t still shuddering with the tail end of an orgasm, flooded her in a breath stealing wave.

Tensing her thighs, she lifted herself slightly then lowered back down, fucking herself on the long, thick length of his tongue.

“Come for me,” she whispered huskily. “I want to see it.”

He groaned, the vibrations of it traveling inside her, his fist moving faster over his cock.

Up and down, she fucked herself on his tongue, watching raptly as his hips jerked upward in time with the rough stroking.

Faster and faster, they moved in sync. She could feel his massive body tensing more and more beneath her. Cupping her own breasts, she moaned low in her throat as another climax built, coiling in her stomach.

“Oh, fuck, Ruin. You feel so good inside me.”

And then he went rigid, every brawny muscle straining.

Rolling her hips feverishly, squeezing her breasts hard, she rode his tongue like it was a cock, chasing her own pleasure.

“Oh gods, yes,” she hissed. “Show me. I need to see it.”

With a low, snarling growl, he came.

His hips snapped up and his cock pulsed, a flood of thick pearly cum gushing from the slit, painting his hard stomach and her ass with ropes of it.

The sight of it pushed her over the edge.

Sucking in a breath, she shuddered, lightning forking across her nerve endings, sharp and blistering. Her inner muscles clamped down in rhythmic pulses, milking his tongue as she rode out her release. Clutching the top of his head, she let her own fall back and rode his face, almost crying with the force of the tremors wracking her.

Slowly, gradually, the pleasure eased and she went still, panting hard, aftershocks still zipping through her.

Gazing down the length of her body, she met his eyes. Lips curled in a languid, satisfied smile, Lira rolled her hips one more time, breath hitching at the way his eyes flashed with dark, primal hunger.

She lifted herself up, dragging her still fluttering pussy up and off of his tongue one inch at a time, then scooted back to sit on his chest.

Panting, feeling happier and freer than she could ever remember feeling, her smile widened into a grin.

Pride, possessiveness, desire—a thousand emotions flickered across his expressive features in the span of a heartbeat as they stared at one another.

She felt cherished. Powerful. Adored.

Unable to contain the feelings expanding inside her, she breathed, “I like you.”

He barked a surprised laugh, then growled, those beautiful golden eyes sparkling with a heated kind of adoration that bordered on obsession.

She wanted that. Gods, she wanted that so badly. Wanted his obsession, his devotion. Wanted him .

“I like you, too, little bird.”

The words were rough as gravel and carried the hint of a threat, as though he was trying to warn her there would be no take backs here.

Good .