Page 84 of Ruining Him

I endure the torture, letting him do whatever he wants to me.

By the fourth time he’s edged me, my teeth are gritted as I bury my head in the pillow, unwilling to let myself up for air in case I finally do snap, but before he can do it again, he pulls back and moves away from me.

I stay still and unmoving, waiting to see what he has lined up for me next.

I sneak a peek and find him climbing back onto the bed, something metallic glints in his hand, and it takes me a moment to realize what it is.

It’s one of my damn knives.

My favorite one, actually.

“What are you planning?” I ask when he resumes his position behind me.

He grins wickedly. “Well, I’m only doing to you what you’ve done to me. Fair is fair, baby.”

He brings the knife to my lower back, pausing to look at me, like he’s waiting for me to stop him, but he won’t find any objections from me. I find myself wanting him to mark me the way I’ve done him. I want his name carved into my skin the way mine is his. I want this connection between us.

“Do it. Brand me, Cole. Make me yours.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I know I’ve fucked up.

He tsks. “Was that an order, little menace?” he asks and presses the blade down, cutting into me.

“N-no,” I rasp, loving the mixture of pleasure and pain that he’s eliciting.

“Didn’t think so,” he says darkly before focusing his attention on the blade. I stifle a whimper as he carves into me, clearly making aCshape before he drops the knife off the edge of the bed.

“Hmmm, perfect,” he purrs, sliding his hands all over my skin. “I can’t wait to see my full name written on your skin, but we can get to that next time. Right now, I want to see something.”

His fingers brush over the sensitive area he just cut into, no doubt gathering up the blood.

“See, I’ve always wondered something. Your cunt feels amazing every time we fuck… but how much better will it feel when it’s slick with your blood?” he asks, and I turn my head to look back at him.

His eyes meet mine, and there’s something different in them. It’s feral, possessive, and so damn hot it makes my breath hitch.

He swipes over the wound again, and I see how his fingers are covered in blood before he brings them to his hard cock, lathering the blood around his length, and he moans.

“You’re going to let me fuck you so good, little menace. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

You ruined me for anyone else months ago.

I don’t get a chance to say the words, because he thrusts his hips forward and slides into me without warning. I groan at the feel of him, loving the way he fills me to the hilt.

“Fuck, baby. Your pussy feels so good when my cock is covered in your blood,” he murmurs before pulling back and thrusting back in with full force.

“So perfect, little menace. Fuck, I love being inside of you.”

He continues with long, measured strokes as he rocks into me at a leisurely pace.

“You’re being so good, Lana. You’ve been taking my orders so well, doing as you’re told and submitting to me,” he murmurs and leans down, whispering into my ear as he keeps fucking me. “But you need more, don’t you? You need me to fuck you hard and fast. You need me to destroy you, don’t you?”

I whimper, needing exactly that and so much more.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll always give you what you need.”

He reaches forward, pulling on the tie that binds my wrists to the headboard, freeing them before his hand finds my neck and he grips it tightly, sitting back on his haunches and bringing me with him.

His hand is tight around my neck, but he doesn’t cut off the airflow. No matter how far he tries to take this, I know he’s not the type to be able to actually hurt me. It’s not who he is, and I admire that.