Page 78 of Ruthless Desires, Vol. Two (Ruthless Desires Series Extended Editions #2)

Oliver

When we get home, the house is empty. Elliot texted the group chat to let me and Wren know that they took the boys on a hike. Not that many people venture into the woods behind the mansion, and it’s something to keep Benny occupied.

The alone time with Wren is nice. I’m restless after sitting on the bench for so long, so she hangs out with me while I work out. When I’m finished, we both head up to my room, and I get in the shower. She doesn’t come with me, but I like knowing she’s close by.

In the shower, I close my eyes as the hot water falls onto my skin. When I was locked up in Ludo’s mansion, the shower I had access to only had cold water. Plus, I couldn’t relax in there. I never knew when someone was going to come in and drag me downstairs into Ludo’s torture chamber.

I shudder, leaning forward and placing my hands on the shower wall. Elliot’s face flashes in my mind, his cheeks covered with tears. The memory morphs into Ludo’s grin as he…

“Stop,”

I whisper.

I just want to forget.

Maybe Rhett is right. If I can see Ludo helpless and broken—if I can give myself a memory of me torturing him instead of the other way around, then maybe these thoughts will fade. I don’t think my psychologist would agree, but it’s worth a shot.

I hope, anyway.

Shutting off the water, I step out and wrap myself in my towel. The soft material against my skin helps bring me back to the present, and I take a few measured, controlled breaths to calm my mind.

“You’re okay,”

I whisper.

When I step into my bedroom, Wren is curled up on my bed with a book in her hands. Her eyes immediately snap to mine before slowly taking in my bare chest and the towel knotted at my hips.

“What’re you reading?” I ask.

“I… wasn’t.”

Bashfully, she sets the book on my nightstand.

“Couldn’t focus.”

Stepping closer, I watch her as she continues taking me in.

“What were you thinking about?”

“You. About… joining you.”

“Why didn’t you?”

She wrinkles her nose.

“Didn’t want to deal with getting wet.”

With a chuckle, I say, “I definitely understand that.”

Again, her eyes travel lower, and she licks her lips.

“What’re you thinking about now?”

“You,”

she whispers.

“Just you.”

At some point, she got changed. It looks like she took her bra off because I can see her nipples peeking through her T-shirt.

“And what do you want, princess?”

She gives me a playful look.

“I think that’s pretty obvious.”

“Then touch yourself,”

I tell her, taking a single step forward. My voice is thick with desire as I undo my towel and let it drop to the floor.

“Show me just how much you missed me.”

Slowly, she lifts her shirt above her head. I stifle a groan at the sight of her, watching as she sheds the rest of her clothes.

So goddamn pretty.

Leaning back against the pillows, Wren spreads her legs. She squeezes her breasts while keeping her eyes locked on me.

“Like this?”

she asks, pinching her nipples gently.

“However you want. Just let me look at you.”

She smiles as she dips one of her hands in between her legs. While she does, I wrap my fingers around my hardening cock and stroke lightly. Her eyes flare with heat, and she pinches her nipples with her free hand.

Using her middle finger, Wren circles her clit. Part of me wants to drag her to the edge of the bed so I can eat her out, but I like watching her like this. I could stare at her for hours and never get bored.

“Look how wet you are,”

I say, stepping closer.

“You got yourself all worked up while I was in the shower, didn’t you?”

She nods breathlessly. Now, her gaze is locked on my hand as I stroke my cock. She licks her lips again, her eyes filling with hunger.

As Wren’s finger begins moving faster, I crawl onto the bed. I run my hand up and down my dick as I watch her.

“Oliver,”

she moans as I kneel in between her legs.

“I know, princess.”

I smile down at her, my body heating from being so close to her—from the way she’s looking at me. I love watching the desperation build in her expression, but god, I want to be inside her.

“Give me more,”

I tell her.

“Go harder. Make yourself come.”

But she shakes her head, slowing her finger before pulling her hand away entirely. She holds her arms out to me.

“I want to come because of you. Please?”

Goddamn.

“Oh, you don’t have to beg, princess. I’ll do it with pleasure.”

Wren sits up and grabs a pair of leather handcuffs from the nightstand drawer. Before she can get them around my wrists, I grab her and push her down onto her back.

“Not today, princess. This time, I’m in charge.”

As I shove her legs apart, Wren gasps. I drag a finger through her arousal and bring it to my mouth. Her lips part as I suck it clean, my eyes closing and a moan escaping my throat as I do so.

“Oliver,”

she whispers.

“Give me your hands.”

She does, shivering with delight as I secure the cuffs around her wrists. I grab a pillow and place it under her hips before rubbing the head of my cock over her clit. With a whimper, she spreads her legs wider.

Sliding my dick lower, I push inside her. My thumb immediately comes to her clit, and her breath catches.

“God,”

I choke out as she tightens around me.

“More,”

she moans.

I smile.

“Such a greedy slut, aren’t you?”

“More, Oliver.”

Pressing into her another inch, I rub small circles over her clit. She reaches for me, grabbing onto one of my arms with both her hands.

“Uh uh,”

I tell her.

“Touch yourself. Make yourself come on my cock.”

With a whimper, Wren rubs her clit while I fuck her hard and deep. Her moans get louder until she falls apart on a silent scream. I can feel her clenching around my dick while she works herself through her orgasm.

“Such a good girl. Now do it again.”

She groans weakly. “Oliver—”

“I’m not stopping until you come again, princess. Now play with your clit like the good little slut I know you can be.”

Sliding her hands in between us again, she does as I say. I keep my pace even, watching her breasts bounce with every thrust.

“So beautiful,”

I murmur. I can feel the pressure building up in my body, so I don’t slow down.

Wren arches her back as her eyes roll into the back of her head. I want to kiss her neck, to suck on it and leave a mark, but if I bend down any farther, she won’t be able to move her fingers. I settle with watching her as she loses herself in the sensations.

“Is this what you wanted all along?”

I ask her, my voice tight.

“You wanted me to take control of you, pin you to the bed, and fuck you senseless?”

“Yes,”

she gasps.

“Oliver—Oliver, I’m gonna squirt.”

“Let it happen, princess.”

I keep pounding into her, waiting until she slaps her hands over her mouth to muffle her cry. I pull out, and she squirts everywhere, screaming into her hands.

“Oh, that’s it,”

I praise as I rub her clit to push her even higher.

“Such a good girl, Wren. Such a good girl.”

“Oliver!”

She squirms, panting and whimpering when I don’t move my hand away.

“O, I can’t. It’s too—it’s too much!”

I let up, but almost immediately, I slide back into her.

“We’re not done yet.”

I grab her hands and pin them above her head.

Wren locks her legs around me, pushing me deeper into her. Her moans are sending me closer to the edge, especially when paired with the greedy, satisfied look in her eyes.

“I want you to come inside me,”

she whispers.

“Come for me, O.”

“Wren,”

I groan. I slam my lips to hers and pump into her a few more times before my orgasm finally crashes into me.

Wren whimpers as she feels it, and her legs tighten around my waist. My mind goes completely blank, the feeling of her wrapped around me being the only thing I can process. My body sags against hers as all the tensions floods out of me.

“I love you,”

she says softly, peppering my neck and shoulder with kisses.

“Goddamn, princess.”

I push myself up onto my elbows just enough that I can kiss her.

“I love you, too.”

***

When Wren and I make it downstairs, everyone is back from their hike. Benny and Andrew are playing video games in the living room while Rhett and Elliot are talking quietly in the library. They both stop when we come in.

“Hey,”

Elliot says, smiling and drawing me into a long hug.

“We were wondering if you two went to bed.”

“Sort of did,”

Wren replies with a playful look.

Elliot laughs.

“That should’ve been my first guess.”

“How did your talk go with Ava?”

Rhett asks Wren.

“Good,”

she says.

“We’re planning on getting together sometime in the next month. She seems to understand that I can’t tell her all the details.”

“I’m glad it went well.”

Rhett kisses her on the cheek before turning to me. He purposefully keeps the question out of his expression, but I know he wants to ask.

All day, I’ve been thinking it over. Sitting on the bench waiting for Wren gave me plenty of time, but I didn’t feel closer to an answer until I talked things over with her. I realized I was trying to avoid regret instead of finding closure. All three of them would tell me it’s reasonable. It is reasonable. But it’s not where my focus should be.

“I’m ready,” I say.

Rhett furrows his brows, and Elliot’s smile morphs into a concerned frown.

“Ready?”

Rhett asks.

“To see him.”

He shakes his head.

“I wasn’t expecting an answer today. You can take more time.”

“I don’t need more time. I want to see what you’ve reduced him to.”

There’s a possibility it’ll backfire, but I’m willing to risk my chances. Even if I panic, I’ll at least have the memory of him sitting in that cell, a mere shadow of his former self.

“All right,”

Elliot says as he glances in the direction of the living room.

“The boys are occupied enough. You want to go right now?”

“Yes.”

My hand slides into Wren’s.

“With all three of you, preferably.”

“Of course,” she says.

We quietly head downstairs, and I keep Wren’s hand firmly in mine. I truly think this will help, but I’ve been known to make reckless mistakes before.

When Rhett opens the door to Ludo’s cell, I brace myself for the worst. One look at him, and I’m afraid I’ll dissolve into tears. But that doesn’t happen.

Holloway’s face is cut and bruised, and he’s curled up in the corner of his cell as much as he can be. Both his legs are swollen and stretched out at awkward angles. At some point, Rhett or Ell released him from his restraints, but it doesn’t matter. He’s not going anywhere.

It smells in here, which only adds to the picture. Ludo isn’t just helpless—he’s mangled beyond recognition. It’s hard to believe he’s alive except for his ragged breathing and the frantic look in his eyes.

I knew Rhett broke his legs, along with the other things he and Ell have done to him, but… damn.

I don’t have to look at the way Holloway’s face is scrunched up to know he’s in a lot of pain. He’s shaking, and the blood and bruises all over his body are evidence enough.

Ludo doesn’t speak. I wonder if it hurts him to do so, considering he probably has multiple broken ribs. When Elliot crouches down next to him with a bottle of water, he flinches.

“Drink,”

Elliot tells him.

But Ludo doesn’t take the bottle. When Elliot opens the cap and holds it to his lips, Holloway doesn’t open his mouth. Elliot applies pressure to Ludo’s leg, which makes him wail in agony. It’s a good thing we closed the door because the boys definitely would’ve heard.

“Drink.”

Elliot tips the bottle and pours the water into Ludo’s mouth.

I don’t think anyone’s fed him, and we don’t want him to die of dehydration. Elliot gives him around half the bottle before standing.

“What do you want to do?”

Rhett asks.

“Nothing,” I say.

Rhett, Ell, and Wren watch me as I stare down at Ludo. He used to hold his head so high, his posture set with confidence and his expression smug. Now, his eyes are blank. The only thing in them is a hopeless longing for the release of death.

“You’re sure?”

Rhett asks.

I raise my eyes to meet Rhett’s gaze.

“Did you hurt him for me?”

“Of course I did.”

He sounds almost insulted that I feel the need to ask.

Next, I turn to Elliot. “Did you?”

He nods.

“I have, and I’m not done yet.”

“Then that’s enough for me.”

I close the distance between me and Elliot and take his hands in mine. My voice softens as I stare into his eyes, wishing I could take away his guilt.

“Let it be enough.”

It’s not your fault, I want to tell him. But he’ll never believe that. The best he can do is try to make up for it, and the best I can do in return is let him know that I see what he’s doing.

“I don’t need to hurt him,”

I say.

“Not when you’re doing it for me.”

It wasn’t my original plan. On my way down here, I had every intention of putting Ludo through hell. But then I saw him, and I realized I didn’t need to. I have Rhett and Ell here. They’re both already making sure he pays for what he did to me.

“He doesn’t deserve any more of my time,”

I say, moving toward the cell door. I feel oddly light—a far stretch from the panic I thought would be coursing through me.

“And I deserve better than to waste my energy on him.”