Page 36 of Shades of Ruin (Sharp Edges Duet #2)
Chapter Twenty-Seven
GREYSON
M y angel’s sweet lips suck another orgasm out of me, and this time I shoot my load down her pretty throat where it belongs. When I imagined what it would be like to take Angélica to Sucre for the first time, I definitely didn’t expect to be coming twice before we even started playing.
She gets me so fucking hard I can’t even wait to tie her up and whip her before I’m creaming my goddamn pants. Now that she’s helped me release some of the tension that’s been building inside me, the night is about to get even more fun. Time for Master Greyson to play with his pretty new toy.
“Too busy pleasuring yourself to say hello, mon joli ?” comes a rich, heavily-accented voice from behind me.
“I’m never too busy for you, M,” I retort indulgently, turning to greet one of my favorite people in all of Paris. I kiss her once on each cheek and gesture toward Angélica. “This naughty little thing just got me sidetracked for a moment.”
“Mmm, I can see why.” M rakes her eyes over Angélica, clearly appreciating her perfect hourglass figure and the revealing disarray of her dress at the moment.
“She is beautiful, but I know it would take far more than beauty to tempt my formidable Grey from his ten years of solitude.” M looks up at me with a knowing smile.
“She’s sure to have plenty of fire as well. ”
“The flames of Hell dim in comparison,” I agree with a laugh that earns me a jab in the ribs from Angélica.
“So what’s the name of the girl who lost you a thousand euros?”
“Angel,” I answer with a smirk. “Even though she’s anything but.”
Angélica looks at me in confusion about my bet with M, but I plan to leave her in the dark.
I’d rather not disclose that I lost money by falling for a girl who doesn’t even know how I feel.
I smack Angélica on the ass, and it earns me an immediate glare.
“Angel, this is Madame M. She was the first person to teach me about all of this.”
Angélica scoffs. “I think she taught you a little too well.”
“Ahh, Grey was a natural from the moment he picked up a whip,” M cuts in.
“A whip?” Angélica asks, shocked by what is usually my preferred implement. But everything has been different with her.
“Of course. It’s always been his favorite.” M looks between the two of us in surprise. “Don’t tell me he hasn’t given you a taste yet? Don’t you like pain, angel?”
“Y-yes.” Angélica’s panicked eyes flash up to mine, but I don’t plan on saving her. “He did use one once. But we’ve—uh—mostly played with sharper things.”
I struggle to keep a straight face as my angel tries to explain knife play for the first time in her life. She doesn’t realize she has nothing to be ashamed of when she’s with a professional sadist like M.
M’s dark eyes flash with something I can’t quite pin. “You’ve used a knife on her?” she asks me, suspicion thick in her tone. “I thought you avoided them after what happened.”
Shit , I’d forgotten about that. M has gleaned enough over the years about my past mistakes to know that I’ve done everything in my power to keep from repeating them. “She’s surprised me in more ways than one, believe me,” I reply, keeping my answer and my expression vague.
M’s brows furrow. “Are you being safe, Greyson? We don’t want anyone getting hurt.”
If she’s calling me Greyson, she’s really being serious. She’s not worried about Angélica—M knows I would never harm anyone who didn’t deserve it. She’s more terrified I’ll throw away my heart recklessly like I did the last time. But my angel is nothing like her. “Yes, M. I promise.”
“ Magnifique !” M announces with a clap of her hands, the storminess in her eyes fading away. “So what are we playing tonight, kittens? We’ve only got you for one night before you scurry back to America, so let’s make the most of it.”
“What do you think, angel?” I ask, capturing her chin and drawing her gaze up to me. “What flavor are you in the mood for tonight?”
“Me?” Angélica asks, her brown eyes wide as a doe’s. She’s uncomfortable in this new environment, and I know she needs me to take control so her fear can fade into instinct. I just want her to ask me for it.
“Tell me what you want, pretty little ruin.” I feel her quiver at the words, her body tense and her thighs pressed tight. She needs another release already.
“Can you—can you whip me?” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip nervously, like she’s afraid I might say no. She doesn’t realize that’s one of the most enticing offers I’ve ever gotten.
“You want me to mark up this pretty skin with my whip, angel?” I trail my fingers down her bare back, and her eyes flutter shut when she leans into my touch.
“Yes, Master Greyson.”
Jesus fucking Christ . I never thought those three words could sound so goddamn delicious. This isn’t going to last long at all. I dip my lips down to her ear and whisper, “Go walk over to that cross against the wall and kneel beside it. I’ll be there in a moment.”
To my great surprise, she obeys without protest. I watch the sway of her ass as she strides toward the other side of the room and drops to her knees.
“She’s enchanting, Grey,” M comments with an amused smile on her painted lips. “I can see why you’re so in love.”
I scoff, fixated on the gold streaks in the marble floor. “No one said anything about love, M.”
“No, they didn’t,” she answers knowingly. “But it’s true, isn’t it?”
Against my will, my eyes find the stunning girl who has wrecked me in ways I didn’t even think were possible. “Yeah, it is,” I sigh, the words more a declaration of defeat than anything else.
“You should tell her.”
“It’s complicated, M. For both of us.” I’ve never asked Angélica about her past, but I know she fights her own demons every day just as much as I do.
“When is it not, mon joli ?” M tuts. “That does not mean that you get to play the coward and run away from your feelings like a puppy with its tail between its legs. You must face it.”
“What if facing the truth breaks us?” I ask, giving voice to the fear that’s been mounting inside my chest from the moment I knew my little ruin was different from anyone I’ve ever met.
“We are all broken. But on the very rare occasion, some of us are lucky enough to find people whose sharp edges match up with our own. Don’t waste it.”
“ Oui, madame ,” I respond, hearing her words for the command that they are. And I know there will always be hell to pay if Madame M is not obeyed.
“Good boy.” Her eyes flick to where Angélica is sitting on her knees. “So how are you going to torment that perfect little angel over there waiting for you to give her exactly what she needs?”
A devilish smile tugs at my lips. “I think it’s about time she tasted my favorite whip, don’t you?” I have my own private collection of toys stored at Sucre to use when I’m in the city. And I know just the one to use. But I want to give Angélica more than one fantasy tonight.
“Still have that thick, black strap-on I’ve seen you use to stretch out poor little pussies?” I ask, a devious plan starting to take form.
“Oh no, I’ve got a much bigger one now,” M answers with a wink.
“Perfect,” I reply as we share a moment of mutual sadism. “Want to help show my angel how fun it is to sin?”
I’ll be damned if I ever let another goddamn cock near one of my girl’s pretty holes, but I think I can make her stuffed-full fantasy come true with a little bit of help.
“I’d be delighted,” M responds in a voice that promises pure pain. I’ve shared partners with M before, and she can be even more vicious than me.
Between the two of us, my pretty little ruin will be screaming for mercy.