Page 43 of Shades of Ruin (Sharp Edges Duet #2)

Chapter Thirty-One

ANGéLICA

I choke down every drop of whisky in spite of wanting to gag as it burns my throat.

I imagine Grey spent a small fortune on a bottle of liquor that tastes exactly like lighter fluid, but who am I to judge.

I have no desire to revisit my experience with the damn ginger, so I keep my mouth shut and do as I’m told.

By the time my glass is empty, my insides feel warm and tingly, and there’s a pleasant haze softening the edges of my vision.

Maybe the whisky wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

“Ready?” Grey asks when I slide my glass onto the counter.

He’s had three drinks in the amount of time it took me to finish one.

If it was anyone else, I’d be worried about the steadiness of their hands with my nipples at their mercy.

But I’ve never seen Grey shake once in all the times we’ve cooked together.

He’s solid as stainless steel and just as unbending.

“As I’ll ever be,” I murmur, still holding the box of diamond jewelry in my hands as though it’s a live grenade about to go off.

It’s not that I’m not excited—hell, I’ve soaked through my panties fantasizing about him piercing me more than once. But this feels more important than just playing with pain and dominance. This means something to him, and I know there’s no going back after this.

He wants to claim me as his. He wants me to belong to him. But he doesn’t even fully know the girl he’s so determined to keep. He doesn’t understand the dark, tainted secrets that separate me from everyone else. And we’ve come so far that I don’t know if I could risk losing him with the truth.

Complete truth is the one thing Greyson has demanded of me, and I’m terrified that it’s the only thing I’ll never be able to give.

“No need to sound so nervous, angel,” Grey hums with the softest sweetness in his blue eyes. He pinches my pebbled nipples between his fingers. “I’d never do anything to damage these pretty little titties.”

I flinch when he rips open the front of my dress, and suddenly his hot mouth is on me, driving me crazy with need as his tongue etches ecstasy into my skin.

He tugs on my sensitive nipple with his teeth until I whimper at the delicious sting of it.

His lips wrap around me as he sucks hard, and the sweet pressure of it sends a flood of arousal straight to my pussy.

I’m not wearing any panties, and I can already feel the slick wetness between my thighs.

As if sensing the fierce heat that’s building in my core, Grey slips his hand between my thighs and groans when his fingers slide into the sticky wetness at my entrance.

“No panties, you naughty fucking girl,” he pants as he thrusts his fingers inside me.

I clench around his hand, begging for more.

“Were you hoping I’d fuck you before dinner? ”

“No,” I answer as smugly as I can between gasps while his skilled fingers decimate the flimsy boundary keeping my climax at bay. “I knew you would.”

“Sounds like I’m becoming too predictable. Maybe I should leave you aching and needy just to shake things up?” he asks, the smolder in his eyes dark and wicked.

“No, please,” I whimper, the muscles of my pussy clenching to keep him inside me. “I need you. I need you inside me right now.”

“Hmm,” he hums while he pretends to think it over. “If you’re a good girl and stay perfectly still while I pierce your nipples, I’ll fuck you after.”

“Please don’t make me wait.” I’ve never experienced the sort of desperate hunger he ignites inside me with anyone else, and he is the only man I will ever beg. “I want you so much it hurts.”

“You know I love to see you suffer.” The bright gleam in his crystalline eyes is cruel and merciless. “Now I’m definitely going to make you wait.”

“Fucking sadist,” I mutter with a sigh of disappointment.

“And never forget it, angel. Hop up on the counter. It’s time to torture your beautiful tits.”

He grabs my hips and lifts me onto the counter with a harsh thud .

He’s not feeling gentle tonight, and that’s fine by me.

With my dress pulled up, I spread my thighs and flash my bare pussy, tempting him one last time to fuck me first. I don’t expect the hard slap that lands on my delicate folds.

Wet smacks fill the room as he spanks me a few more times before pinching my lips between his fingers and glaring down at me.

“Behave, Angélica,” he scolds. “Keep tempting me with this pink little pussy, and I’ll pierce you here too.” He pinches my clit brutally enough that I cry out before he walks to the other side of the kitchen and comes back with a knife.

“Please tell me you’re not using that to put holes in my nipples,” I utter in horror.

“Of course not.” He doesn’t elaborate any further on why the hell he’s holding a knife. “Don’t move unless you want me to nick you.” That’s all the warning I have before he slides the blade between my thighs and jerks up, cutting my dress open in one, steady slice.

“I liked that dress,” I pout.

“So did I,” he replies with a predatory grin. “But like everything else you wear, it’ll look even better on the floor.”

“Last I checked, nudity wasn’t standard procedure for nipple piercings.”

“Perks of doing it at home.”

All my protests die on my lips the moment he dips down and slides his tongue between my swollen folds. I clamp my thighs around his head, forcing him against me as I ride his mouth like a desperate slut. I want to come so much I could scream.

There’s no hint of teasing in the violent lashes of his tongue.

He’s assaulting my clit exactly how I like it, tracing harsh circles around my sensitive little nub until my muscles tense and my back arches off the counter.

I’m terrified he’ll pull away and deny me the pleasure that’s just within reach.

Instead he bites down lightly with his teeth, and stars dance across my vision as I shatter into a thousand pieces.

Warmth floods between my thighs as I come, drenching Grey’s lips, but he just keeps suckling my clit, milking every drop of pleasure from my body.

I ride the waves of my climax as they crash over me and drown me in ecstasy.

When I finally come down, I realize my thighs are still wrapped around Grey’s head, smothering him with my pussy.

“Sorry,” I stammer as I part my trembling legs and release him.

“No need to apologize, angel,” Grey heaves with a laugh. He runs his thumb over his wet chin, wiping away what remains of my arousal before running his tongue over his fingers and licking them clean. “I would happily give up oxygen to die with my tongue in your cunt. ”

“You’re deranged,” I choke out, struggling between mortification and arousal.

“And you love me for it.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out what looks like a piercing kit. “Got these from my friend Marcus. He also put all the pretty metal in my cock.”

My eyes dart over to Grey in surprise. I don’t love the idea of someone else touching what’s mine—but I also don’t hate the thought as long as I don’t have to share him with another girl.

“Is Marcus my competition then?” I ask, failing to keep the mixture of jealousy and arousal from my voice.

“Didn’t peg you as someone who played for both sides. ”

“Oh, I’ll play with anyone who lets me hurt them, but shockingly, Marcus has never offered,” Grey answers with a laugh. “He’s my tattoo artist, so I guess you could say it’s the other way around.”

I arch an eyebrow. “Your tattoo artist approved of you stabbing holes in your girlfriend’s nipples while she’s laid out on a kitchen counter?”

Grey shrugs as he pulls a thick, hollow needle and a small pair of clamps from the kit. “He’s a member at Pandemonium, so it definitely wouldn’t be a first for him. He loves needle play.”

“He sounds delightful,” I deadpan.

“One of the nicest guys I’ve ever met.”

“Something tells me your experience in that category is sorely underdeveloped. You probably think you’re a nice guy.”

“Nah, I know I’m a cunt.” He dips his fingers into his glass and pulls out the large ball of ice before he tosses his tools in the alcohol to sterilize. His technique seems questionable, but I lay back and keep my protests to myself—until he presses the ice right against my clit.

“ Jesucristo , that’s cold!”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the point.” There’s a smirk on his handsome face as he watches me squirm under the painful touch of the ice. I thought eventually my clit would go numb with the cold, but instead it’s just aching and hard. “Still hurt, angel?”

“Yes,” I reply sullenly.

“Good.”

Then he drags the ice up to my nipple and starts to swirl it around the edge.

My nipples grow impossibly harder, the cold and the pain drawing them both up into points so sharp they could cut glass.

At least the needle will have very easy targets.

I flinch when he slaps the ice right on my other nipple, my body instinctively moving to get away from the biting sting, even though a part of me loves it.

“I said no squirming, Angélica,” he tsks as he continues to drag the ice over my sensitive skin.

“We don’t want my needle missing its mark, now do we?

” He leaves the ice on my tits and reaches for his belt.

With his darkened eyes fixed on me, he unbuckles it before whipping the punishing leather from around his waist with a loud thwap .

I swallow hard against the sudden thickness in my throat as liquid heat floods my core. Is he going to spank me for moving when he told me not to?

He notices the sudden change in my body, and a devious smile pulls at his lips. “Did you want a little taste of my belt, angel?”

“Yes, please,” I answer, ashamed of how needy I sound.

“I had other plans for this,” he tells me, wrapping the belt around his hand, “but you know I can’t deny my pretty pain slut when she begs.”