Page 30 of Shades of Ruin (Sharp Edges Duet #2)

Chapter Twenty-Four

GREYSON

M y angel has a death wish, and at this point, I’m sick as hell of doing everything I can to keep her out of harm’s way.

My self-control has burned itself out, and there are no shackles keeping me from unleashing the vengeful beast inside me.

I’m going to ruin her tonight—and she fucking begged me for it.

She makes no protest as I jab the number three on the elevator panel.

Somehow, I think she almost expects it. The tension in this small steel cage is suffocating.

I need the doors to fucking open so I can breathe.

My hands are in my pockets, and I keep my distance from Angélica as we ride the short distance to the third level.

She needs the space to mentally prepare for what I’m about to do to her.

And I hope to God she’s as strong as she thinks she is.

When the doors ding open, I don’t turn back or wait for her. I stride right into my playroom and start collecting the tools I’ll need. I feel her presence at my back, lingering hesitantly along the edge of the room as she studies my kink collection.

With rows of implements lining every wall, various torture devices displayed proudly on iron racks, enough bondage gear to enslave a small harem, and a diverse array of furniture and equipment used for pleasure and pain, it’s extensive enough to fill a space as large as my entire apartment below.

One small deviation from standard playrooms is that I’ve installed an industry-grade kitchen complete with accessories and an adjoining dining table large enough to lay someone out and feast on every inch of them.

What can I say, I’m more than willing to fulfill the occasional chef kink fantasies as long as I don’t have to let anyone into my actual kitchen.

With the exception of Angélica—after tonight, she’ll have seen everything there is to know. Even the dark and ugly parts.

“Bend over the bed,” I command without looking at her.

I gather a set of brutal, steel handcuffs, a matching set of ankle cuffs with a spreader bar between them, and a leather blindfold.

I bring them over to the black bed and drop them beside her head with a loud thud . “Any limits with restraints?”

“No,” she replies, her voice more relaxed than it should be. The sickness inside me is craving fear.

I slap the metal cuff around her wrist and tighten it to the point of being almost too tight.

Grabbing her other wrist, I secure them both behind her back.

“If you squirm too much, I’ll lay you out spread-eagle and cuff you to the bedposts.

And I guarantee you won’t want to feel what I’m about to give you on your bare tits and cunt. Understood?”

“Yes, Greyson,” she answers obediently.

“Good.” I slide the blindfold over her head, plunging her into darkness.

“We’re going to play a little game,” I tell her, reaching underneath her hips to undo her jeans before dragging them down her legs.

Goosebumps erupt over her skin—I keep the room cold just to ensure my subs are never too comfortable.

I tug off her shoes and rip her pants down all the way, flinging them onto the floor .

“I’m going to hit you with different implements.

” I dig my thumbs into the white lace of her panties and tear them right off her.

The material in my hands is wet, soaked with her arousal.

Such a naughty girl . Kicking apart her legs, I attach the cuffs to her ankles and adjust the spreader so it’s as wide as it will go. She’s so pretty when she’s at my mercy.

Sliding my fingers between her parted thighs, I feel for myself just how much my angel wants this. Her cunt is dripping, clinging to my hand as I thrust in and out of her. “Fuck, you want to be ruined don’t you?”

“Yes,” she moans, pushing her ass into my hand to make me go deeper inside her.

“Such a greedy little painslut,” I purr, punctuating each word with a shove of my fingers into her hot, soaked slit.

“Yes-s-s,” she whimpers when I twist my wrist and curl just the way she likes. “ Please .”

I rip my fingers from her cunt and slap my hand against her spread folds.

She shrieks at the unexpected pain dragging her from the precipice of pleasure.

“You don’t get to come, little whore,” I hiss, smacking her pussy a few more times until she’s writhing beneath me.

“You said you’d suffer for me. And I’m going to give you every ounce of pain you can take before you beg for mercy. ”

“Sounds like we’ll be here a while then,” she retorts, completely unfazed by my threats. And I can’t have that.

“Don’t fucking move,” I order through clenched teeth.

I stomp over to one of my racks of whips and grab a short, single tail with a vicious bite.

Fisting the leather in my hands, I walk back to her and give no warning before striking the whip against the bare flesh of her ass.

She cries out, the pain of the blow catching her off guard.

But she doesn’t move an inch. She just waits patiently for another lash.

“Here’s the game—I beat you black and blue, and you get to guess what I’m hitting you with. If you get it right five times, I’ll stop. If not,” I smile down at her prone, naked body just begging to be broken, “well, I’ll just keep hitting you until you do.”

I flick the whip again, catching the tender spot between the crease of her ass and the top of her thighs. “Any guesses? Or do you need more?” I whip the back of her thighs with a quick flurry of blows, painting criss-crossed streaks of red over her perfect skin.

“Single tail,” she gasps, somehow managing to keep still in spite of the searing lashes.

“Very good,” I answer in surprise. Her body is more discerning of types of pain than I expected. I’ll have to get more creative if I’m going to draw this out. And I have every intention of being very thorough in my torture.

Since I never promised to stop when she guessed correctly, I continue to whip her.

I hit the soft, supple flesh of her ass until it’s streaked in pretty pink welts.

Then I work on her thighs, striking her over and over and watching her skin heat and bloom with red.

When my arm finally starts to tire, I stop and run my hands over her mottled ass, admiring my work.

She whimpers at my touch, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

“Had enough of that one, angel?” I ask, walking back to replace the whip on the rack.

She doesn’t make a word of protest as I select my next weapon.

I take my time testing out different implements before striding toward the bed.

Drawing back my arm, I fling it at the center of her ass at full force. It lands with a sharp crack .

“C-cane,” she cries out, her voice breathless from the pain of it.

A sadistic smile spreads across my lips. “Wrong.”

Again, I swing the crop against the full swell of her ass, hitting her with the long shaft of it rather than the flat leather tip. Then I smack the flat end against her left thigh in sharp, rapid bursts, making sure to hit the same exact spot every time.

I keep going until she’s tilting her right leg up, begging me to spread the pain. More than happy to oblige, I crop her other thigh just as brutally. When I’m finished, she sports matching strips of crimson below each of her plump cheeks.

I lean down and give her a few extra slaps on her sore thighs just to see her sweet ass bounce as she squirms to escape me. “You redden up so pretty, angel. Let’s see if we can deepen that color some more.”

I don’t miss her groan of apprehension as I swap out the crop for something a little more vicious.

And when it cuts across her skin for the first time, her whimpers transform into the most angelic of screams. The blazing agony of the cane steals her breath enough that I’m able to get in another two blows before she shrieks, “Cane!”

“Took you long enough, little ruin,” I laugh while using the cane to cut consecutive red lines down her thighs. “Reach down and lift your ass. I want to make sure your sit spots get the attention they deserve.”

Her fingers tremble as she awkwardly reaches down with her cuffed wrists and pulls her cheeks up, leaving that sweet crease underneath open and vulnerable for my cane.

Smiling at the sight of her willingly submitting herself to my sadistic pleasure, I run the smooth, rattan rod over her skin, caressing her before I deliver the stinging kiss of pain.

A soft cry escapes her lips as I bring the cane down with as much force as I can.

My cock turns hard as stone as I watch the angry, swollen welts burst across her skin. “Do you want more, angel?” I hiss, arousal turning my words harsh and strained.

“Do you?” she gasps, and I can hear the suffering in her voice so pure and clear.

It makes my erection grow impossibly thicker.

At this point, my metal-studded cock might rip right through my pants before I’m done hurting her.

Maybe I’ll shove myself inside her wet cunt and keep whipping her while I get myself off.

“You know what? I think I do.” The cane swishes through the air as I layer another cruel blow directly on top of the last. Angélica whimpers as her skin splits beneath the force of it, the smallest beads of red bubbling at her inner thighs.

I groan, sinking to my knees and running my tongue over her heated skin.

“You taste so fucking sweet.” I force my mouth between her spread thighs and lap at her swollen cunt.

She’s dripping just like I knew she would be.

I suck and lick until I steal every last drop of her luscious honey.

“I could drink you in all day and never get enough.”