Page 46 of Ruining Him

She tips her head back in laughter. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on killing you. It would be anightmareto cover up considering how well known your family is. Besides, I’ve come to rather enjoy our little games, and I wouldn’t want them to end too soon.”

That makes two of us.

I don’t voice that thought, though. I just stare up at her, waiting for her to get on with whatever she has planned.

She picks up the smaller of the two dumbbells and puts it on top of my tied wrists, the metal bar holding my arms in place with no room for them to move, before picking up thesecond one. She has a sadistic gleam in her eyes as she crouches down beside me and places the larger barbell on my neck. I have to push myself into the floor to stop the metal bar from cutting off my airway, and the dumbbell is the perfect size for the weights to fit snugly on each side of my neck.

So long as I don’t move around or push myself up, I’ll be able to keep breathing.

“Insane,” I grit through clenched teeth, since this time she really has rendered me unable to move.

She’s not just holding me in place as part of our little game. If I try to get up, I’ll end up choking myself.

So, I’ll say it again. The girl is insane.

“Shh,” she murmurs, “save your breath.”

She takes off my shorts, leaving me bare on the ground while she jumps up to go get something else. Either that or she’s just leaving me here.

She’s back before I can blink, holding a knife in her hand.

Goddammit, I should have hidden all of the knives in the house before I brought her here.

“Gonna cut me up again, little menace?” I can’t help but ask, and a knowing grin slides across her face.

“Only if you ask me nicely.”

Christ.

She knows I want it, but why does she have to make me say it aloud? It’s easier when she doesn’t give me a choice.

I stay silent, not giving her any ammunition, and she shrugs, letting the knife fall from her hand and it lands beside me.

Her fingers find the waistband of her leggings, and my cock jerks against my stomach as she starts to pull them down her legs until they’re lying on the floor beside us. Her bra and panties are next to go, leaving her as bare as I am.

She’s a vision like this, wearing nothing but the tattoos on her skin and a scowl on her face.

I was right the last time I saw them—she has flowers going up each arm—but what I didn’t notice before is that she also has a snake wrapping its way up each arm, as though it’s coiling around her.

They’re beautiful.

And so is she.

If only she had the personality to match.

Oh, who am I kidding? I think I might finally be coming to terms with the fact that I actually…likeher.

Gracie was right about everything.

I don’t know what it was that drew me to Lana in the beginning, but there’s something keeping me there now, too. It’s like now that I’ve gotten a look at what lies beneath the surface, I can’t look away.

She’s going to chew me up and spit me out.

And I’m okay with that, so long as I get to feel the way I do around her for a little longer.

She makes me feel alive.

Her hips sway as she approaches me before straddling me. I groan as I feel her warmth against my cock, her wet pussy just begging me to slip inside.