Page 30 of Ruining Him

I should probably stop thinking about the dead bodies right next to us.

But fuck, that only makes it hotter.

It’s so messed up, so goddamn depraved that the thought of them alone has me thrusting even deeper.

“I should have known that the only time you’d stop with the sass would be while I was fucking you,” I grunt.

She tenses a little in my arms, as though she’s only just realizing how compliant she’s being, and it’s like suddenly a switch has been flipped and she pulls her head away from my neck and puts space between us without me pulling out of her.

“Well, I can’t be having that,” she says with a saccharinesmile before using her hands on my shoulders as leverage to lift away from me and dropping her legs from my waist. Her feet hit the floor and my dick falls from her pussy. I barely have time to register what’s happening before she swipes my legs from under me, and I hit the floor with a thud, landing me right next to the body.

“What the—” My words cut off as she straddles my lap and impales herself back on my dick.

“Jesus,” I mutter as my hands fly to her waist.

She rides me, pulling moans and groans from my lips as her head tilts back in bliss.

She’s beautiful like this, her hair a wild mess, her eyes blown out with lust, her tight cunt squeezing me.

She licks her lips as she stares down at me, a feral glint in her eyes as she glares.

It’s like she’s incapable of looking at me any other way, and I can’t say I don’t love it.

I’m so busy staring up at her face that I don’t even notice her pulling another knife until the sharp blade slides down the material of my shirt. The only saving grace is that this knife is black, unlike the silver one she used on the two guys, so I at least know I won’t be getting their blood all over me.

TWENTY-ONE

LANA

Cole’s eyes widen the second he registers what I’m doing. He thought he was in control, but I’m about to show him that was, and will never be, the case.

My knife easily slides through the material of his shirt, baring his chest to me. God, his skin is so… clean. I just want to dirty him up, corrupt him, bleed him dry. I want to show him the horrors of the world and revel in his tears when he realizes who he’s been messing with this entire time.

Though his reaction to everything that happened tonight has proven that he’s tougher than I thought he was. I figured he’d run, that he’d call the cops or panic.

He did none of that.

Nope, he just ended up fucking me against the damn wall.

Maybe this guy isn’t who I thought he was, but I still plan on ruining him either way.

At least Cole is getting special treatment since this is my favorite weapon, one that I only use for special occasions, so I figured it would be better to use this than the one I threw to the floor after killing two men.

Cole tenses beneath me as soon as the knife meets his bare skin, and I grin wickedly. He’s not scared or worried about what I’m going to do to him. No, he’s excited. He likes this.

I continue to ride him slowly while trailing the blade up and down his torso, never using enough pressure to slice him. His jaw tenses and he glares up at me, just daring me to go ahead and do it.

Oh, my sweet, sweet pretty boy.

I’ll give you what you want.

What you need.

A small amount of blood wells on his stomach as I make a small, vertical cut into his skin. He must like the pain, because he throws his head back with a groan and I shush him quietly.

“Don’t make another sound,” I murmur, before speeding up my movements and riding him faster.

A smile pulls at my lips when he remains silent. “That’s it, good boy,” I purr, and his eyes darken.