Page 80 of Ruthless Desires, Vol. Two (Ruthless Desires Series Extended Editions #2)

Rhett

Before we get the boys back to Corinne, I do my best to spend as much time with them as possible. It’ll be a while before I can show up and explain to Corinne who I am. If it’s too close to Richard’s death and the boys’ return, it could look suspicious.

I’ll miss them both—even Andrew. He’s come around to truly seeming remorseful about what he did, and I hope that continues. He has a lot of growing up to do, but thankfully, he has plenty of time to do it.

The day we say goodbye to the boys, we tie them up and leave them in an abandoned warehouse. All it takes is an anonymous tip to the authorities, and then the police come and get them out. We coached Andrew and Benny on what to say—and what not to say—for hours. They won’t let us down.

When we get home, the mansion feels empty. The boys were only here for two weeks, but now it feels like they’re just as much a part of this place as we are.

Night falls on us quicker than I expect, and I’m left feeling restless. There’s only one thing left to take care of now. One more thing, and then the future we’ve been dreaming of will be here.

Sammy’s murder will be avenged.

Everyone will be together.

We’ll be free.

It’s been long enough, a voice whispers in my head, not for the first time. But now, I think I finally agree with it. I’ve held us back for long enough. Holloway has been in an unimaginable amount of pain. He’s paid for what he’s done.

“It’s time,” I say.

Wren closes her book and looks up at me. She’s curled up on the couch with Oliver, reading while he strokes her hair. I’ve been standing by the window, watching raindrops trail down the window.

“You’re sure?”

Elliot asks from where he’s lounging in an armchair.

“You can’t take this back.”

When I nod, they all stand. Wren moves toward me and places her hands on my chest before pressing a tender kiss to my lips. As I brush my knuckles down her cheek, I inhale her sweet floral scent. Without her and Finn, I’m not sure where we’d be.

“I love you,”

I whisper, brushing her hair out of her face.

Her smile is warm and bright.

“I love you, too.”

Hand in hand, we head down to the basement. If it wasn’t for Wren touching me, I’m not sure I’d be able to process that this is real. That we’re finally here.

Oliver unlocks the door and pulls it open. Inside, Ludo looks like he’s barely moved since the last time I was down here.

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”

Ludo asks, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Not quite.”

Pulling a knife from my pocket, I flip it open, and Ludo’s eyes widen with fear.

“No more,”

he croaks. “Please.”

I crouch down in front of him, smiling at the pure terror in his eyes.

“If any of you have one last thing you want to say, this is it.”

Both Elliot and Oliver shake their heads. They’ve said and done everything they’ve wanted to.

“Sweetheart?”

I turn to look at her.

Wren’s jaw is set as she glares down at Ludo. She moves closer, very intentionally knocking one of her feet into his leg. When Holloway cries out, her eyes flash with pure hatred.

“You called me a coward once,”

she says.

“You remember that?”

He looks at her and just barely manages a nod.

“But it was always you. You hid behind power and wealth, behind your bodyguards and your deals. You killed a fucking child because you were afraid of her.”

Wren shakes her head.

“I’m no coward. But you are.”

When her gaze meets mine, her expression softens, and she nods. I could draw this out, but to be honest, I don’t want to. So I place the blade against Ludo’s throat and cut deeply across it, watching as blood pours out. He grabs onto my arm, trying to stop me, but he’s too weak.

We watch in silence as he struggles and chokes, his chest painted in blood. My heart clenches as I think of Sammy, of how I wish this could be a trade-off—his life for hers. This is the best I can manage, though. I found her killer, and now I’ll do my best to live a happy life in her honor.

As Ludo finally stills, Oliver releases a sharp breath and grabs Elliot’s arm. Despite the tears welling in his eyes, he smiles.

“It’s over,”

he whispers.

“It’s finally over.”

Standing, I pull Wren away from Ludo’s body and move us closer to Elliot and Oliver. She throws her arms around both of them, and Elliot grabs me and yanks me into their hug. I somehow end up nestled between the three of them with Oliver kissing me fiercely.

“We did it,”

he says, pulling away to look me in the eyes before kissing me again. He’s gripping my face, and his body is shaking.

“We did it.”

Oliver kisses Elliot the same way before grabbing Wren, dipping her backward, and pressing his lips to hers. She cries out in surprise, but it quickly turns into a delighted laugh as he straightens and keeps kissing her.

My heart warms at the sight. We’ve been fighting for revenge, but we’ve been fighting for this, too. I’ll never stop mourning my little sister, but my body feels lighter. Already, smiling comes easier, and the guilt doesn’t swirl through my mind as I do.

“Now it’s time to really celebrate,”

Oliver says. He’s already unlocking the door and pushing it open.

With one last glance at Ludo, I follow the others out of the cell. We’ll deal with his body later. Right now, he’s the last thing on my mind.

“My room,”

I call as Oliver drags Wren up the stairs.

Since I was pretty sure we’d be killing Ludo today, I prepared a bit. This isn’t something that we can celebrate the normal way. It calls for more.

“You have something planned?”

Elliot asks.

“I do. You’ll see.”

Upstairs, Oliver throws Wren onto my bed. They both tear each other’s clothes off while Elliot and I wash our hands in the bathroom. As Ell takes his turn, he notices one of my knives sitting on the counter. I cleaned it earlier in hopes of this.

“That for me?” he asks.

“If you’d like it to be.”

With an eager smile, Elliot nods. I pin him against the counter and fit my mouth to his, too impatient to wait until we get back to the bedroom. Moaning, he grabs onto me, pulling my hips into his.

“I don’t want to fight today,”

Elliot tells me between kisses.

“Just make me yours.”

I bite his bottom lip gently before pulling away. That’s exactly what I plan on doing.

In my bedroom, Oliver and Wren are already undressed, and they make quick work of me and Ell. Oliver sees my knife and must get an idea of what I have planned because he waits for further instruction after that.

I shove Elliot forward.

“You, get on your back in the middle of the bed.”

Once he does, I straddle him, running my hands over his bare chest. My fingers trail down his side to where the butterfly tattoo sits on his ribcage.

“Oliver, Wren, come here.”

Both of them climb onto the bed. Oliver is on my left, and Wren is on my right. They’re both watching me eagerly.

“Kiss him,”

I say, flipping open my knife.

“Distract him from the pain.”

Oliver goes first, dipping his head down and sealing his lips to Ell’s. For a few brief seconds, I take in the sight. There hasn’t been an instance where watching them together hasn’t turned me on.

Placing one hand on Elliot’s shoulder to hold him down, I slowly lower my knife.

“Stay still.”

Carefully, I slide the edge of the blade over the skin just below Elliot’s collarbone. I start with an “R,”

smiling as blood wells from the cut. Elliot hisses from the pain when Oliver pulls away.

“Your turn, sweetheart.”

She caresses his face before leaning down and kissing him. I do a “W”

next, and Oliver smiles when he sees. Just like I did with Wren, I keep the cuts as shallow as possible. Scarring isn’t Elliot’s thing, and it doesn’t take much to get enough blood.

Once I’ve finished, I quickly move onto the “O.”

“Rhett,”

Elliot groans tightly once I’m halfway through.

“You can take it, pretty boy.”

I do the last section before pulling away and admiring the way it looks.

“All done.”

Wren pulls back, and she smiles when she sees.

“You did all of us.”

“Fitting, don’t you think?”

I run a finger through Elliot’s blood and use it to draw a small heart on Oliver’s chest. When Wren did it to me all those weeks ago, I thought it was sweet. Oliver seems to agree because when he sees it, his face lights up.

“Perfect,”

he whispers.

I do the same thing to Wren and Ell, and just as I’m about to do it to myself, Elliot grabs my wrist. With his free hand, he dips his finger in the blood and paints the heart onto my chest himself.

“God, I love you,”

I mutter before leaning down and slamming my lips to his. When he opens his mouth, I thrust my tongue inside, and he sucks on it before I pull away.

For a second, I let myself stare at the three of them. In all our time together, I don’t know if I’ve ever felt closer to them.

We did it. We actually did it.

Elliot wraps his hand around my cock and strokes, so I do the same thing to him. His skin is soft, and his dick is already hard.

“You like it when I make you bleed, Ell?”

I ask him.

“You like it when I mark you as ours?”

With a groan, Elliot nods.

“You know I do.”

Oliver grabs the lube for us and squirts some onto my hand when I hold it out. Just as he’s about to do the same thing for Elliot, I knock his hand away and begin stroking both our dicks together.

“Wren, sit on his face,” I say.

“Fuck yes,”

Elliot moans. As Wren crawls on top of him, he caresses her thighs.

“Fucking suffocate me.”

“Ohhh,”

she gasps when he pulls her down. She reaches out and grabs onto Oliver’s shoulder as her eyes widen.

“Oh god, Ell.”

With my free hand, I grip her chin and angle it upward so she’s looking at me.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

She does, and I spit onto her tongue. Satisfaction swirls through me as I watch her swallow. She cranes her neck upward, her eyes begging for a kiss, and I happily give it to her. When we pull away, Oliver is there, and his lips brush against mine.

“Let me?”

he asks, and I feel his fingers feathering over the back of my hand.

Nodding, I let go of mine and Ell’s cocks. My hand is quickly replaced by both of Oliver’s as he kisses me fully.

“That’s it, love,”

Elliot says.

“Ride my face.”

Oliver and I break off our kiss so we can watch Wren roll her hips. Her breathing is heavy, and I watch as her blood-stained chest heaves with her every movement.

“Ell,”

she whimpers.

“Don’t stop,”

I command.

“You don’t stop until you’re screaming and coming all over his face, you hear me?”

She nods, reaching out for me and grabbing onto one of my shoulders. I lean down and capture her mouth in a hard, demanding kiss. Her moans have me so turned on, and I thrust into Oliver’s hands, feeling myself rubbing against Elliot’s dick.

This. Nothing could ever replace having all of us together. I love the feel of their bodies against mine—love the sights and sounds of their pleasure.

I wrap my clean hand around Wren’s throat and squeeze the sides lightly. She gasps as I pull away so I can watch her.

“Is this okay?”

She nods, her fingers digging into my shoulder. “More.”

I tighten my grip the slightest bit more, making sure to keep the pressure off her windpipe. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she rocks against Elliot’s face. He’s groaning into her, and it sounds like he’s enjoying eating her out as much as I’m enjoying watching him do it.

After a few more seconds, I loosen my hold on Wren’s neck. She gives me a hazy smile at the rush of blood to her head. At the same time, Oliver picks up the pace of his strokes.

Pressure is just beginning to build in my body, and I lean to the side to kiss Oliver. I’m proud of him for going into the basement again, and I want him to know it, so I kiss him like I’ll never be able to get enough of him.

“Ell,”

Wren moans. Her hand has slid down my arm, and she’s gripping my wrist while I continue holding her throat.

“Ell, I’m gonna come.”

Oliver and I pull away from each other so we can watch. Wren cries out as her orgasm washes over her. It’s a beautiful sight, and we both stare at her as Elliot works her through wave after wave.

“Too much,”

she gasps, finally lifting herself off Elliot’s face.

“It’s too—”

“More,”

Elliot says, grabbing her hips and forcing her back down.

“Ell!”

Wren throws her head back as he sucks on her clit. She tries to squirm away, but he won’t let her.

“Oh, fuck.”

“You can take it, princess.”

Oliver leans forward and takes one of her nipples into his mouth.

“God—oh my god, O.”

She grabs onto his hair to pull him up until she fuses her mouth to his.

Oliver’s hands slow from distraction, so I grab onto them to tighten their hold and thrust upward. Elliot groans at the added friction, and the sound pushes me closer to the edge.

Wren’s eyes are unfocused and half-lidded from the pleasure Elliot is coaxing out of her. She looks close to another orgasm, like the slightest touch could set her off, probably because Elliot never fully gave her a chance to come down.

“Come with me, sweetheart,”

I say, leaning down and kissing her lightly. I trail my hand from her throat to her breast and roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

“My beautiful whore.”

“Rhett,”

she whimpers.

“I know.”

I kiss her again, running my tongue along her bottom lip.

And then she explodes. I swallow her cries, eating them up as my own orgasm slams into me. The release of pressure causes my mind to go blank as my cum shoots out onto our hands and Elliot’s stomach.

When I come back to reality, Wren is writhing and clinging to me as Elliot continues working her with his tongue. She’s caught between the sensations being too overwhelming but not wanting to stop.

“Fuck—Ell, I—I can’t,”

she finally cries.

He lets her up, and she releases a long breath. I smirk. Wren’s eyes are wide, and she’s panting.

“My turn,”

Oliver says.

Wren climbs off Elliot and collapses onto the mattress. I join her, leaning against the headboard and pulling her into me.

Oliver’s gaze is heated as he straddles Elliot. He squirts more lube onto their cocks before wrapping his hands around them and moving up and down. He continues just like that until Elliot comes with a shout. From there, Oliver keeps stroking his own cock until he follows.

The whole time, I hold Wren close to me and keep my eyes locked on Oliver and Elliot. Once they’ve both finished, Elliot grabs Oliver and yanks him down into a long, hard kiss.

With a smile, I let my eyes slide shut. We finally made it to the end. Except this isn’t the end—not really. For us, it’s the beginning.

Killing Ludo won’t heal us completely. Neither will just being together. But the weight on my shoulders is already lighter. I still feel Sammy with me, but now the burden of guilt has disappeared.

I can breathe again. I can live again.