Page 64 of Shades of Ruin (Sharp Edges Duet #2)

“Both, please.” Her warm brown eyes are so heated they match the flames of Hell flickering around us.

I smirk, knowing that she picked the right answer. “Both it is.”

I stop outside the red door of my private room, letting the anticipation build. I know what’s waiting for us on the other side. And my cock is ready to explode at the thought of getting to share something new and filthy with my wife. And I have no doubt that my dirty girl is going to love it.

“Are you ready?” I ask, pausing with my hand on the handle to edge her to the point of desperation.

“Just open the fucking door already,” she begs, her voice low and dripping with need.

“Yes, Mrs. Greyson.” I twist the handle and open the door.

My private room looks the same as it always has—red walls accented with a huge, floor to ceiling fireplace that sets the room ablaze with flickers of warm, burnished flames, racks of whips and other instruments of pain spanning across two walls, a cabinet of more specialized torture devices fixed in the corner, a St. Andrew’s cross in the other corner, and a black leather bed set in the center of the room.

It’s the same bed where I cut and fucked my angel for the first time that fateful Halloween.

It’s the same bed where I fell under a spell as powerful as any magic or witchcraft as I tasted her lips and cunt for the first time, destined to crave nothing but her from that moment on.

It’s the same bed that ruined me when I found it empty later that night after she ran from me.

Tonight, there won’t be any running. And tonight, the bed isn’t empty.

Kara and Ashford are sprawled across the sheets, his cock pounding into her from behind with loud, wet slaps .

He pulls on her blonde hair that’s been styled into tight curls, jerking her head in the direction of the door.

She cries out as he thrusts into her violently, his strong fingers digging into the soft, pale skin of her ass.

They’re both masked. Kara is in a simple ivory mask that matches her corset and ruffled dressing gown. Ashford wears a white half-mask that only covers one side of his face and something resembling a black tuxedo with a black opera coat discarded on the side of the bed.

Ashford spanks Kara’s ass with a couple harsh swats, turning her skin a nice pink. Angélica moans at the same time Kara does, and it’s obvious my little surprise is hitting the spot just like I knew it would. My filthy angel always likes to watch.

“Do you like seeing her take his cock in her greedy hole?” I whisper against Angélica’s ear, stroking my fingers across her full tits.

I can caress her body softly now, and I will never take for granted the privilege that it is to touch my wife in tenderness without her flinching away.

Her bravery and strength will never cease to amaze me.

“Yes,” she gasps breathlessly. Her pierced nipples pebble beneath my hands, and I pinch them with a cruel squeeze of my fingers. The pitiful whimper that slips from her lips is the sweetest music I’ve ever heard.

“I thought you would, naughty girl.” I slide my arm around her waist and press my hand between her thighs. “Do you want me to rub your pretty clit while he stuffs her pussy full of cum? Or do you want me to fill you up too?”

Angélica’s head lolls to the side as her eyelids grow heavy, but she keeps staring at the intimate scene in front of us, fixated on the sight of Ashford’s cock sliding in and out of Kara’s puffy, wet folds. “F-fill me up, please.”

Her answer has my thick cock straining in my pants “Why don’t we get a better view?” I purr against her ear before tugging her toward the bed.

Kara and Ashford are on the lower half of the bed, so I lift Angélica and lay her horizontally across the top.

Her wings are so large that they knock into Kara as she struggles to take Ashford’s brutal thrusts on her hands and knees.

He slaps her ass a few more times before twisting her onto her back beside my wife.

Both of them glance over at us, breaking the illusion they’re indulging in a private moment.

They know we’ve been watching them fuck the whole time, and it’s obvious that they’ve enjoyed it just as much as we have.

Ashford’s gaze is fixed on the way my fingers stroke Angélica’s bare cunt, his cock so thick and swollen I can’t imagine he’s ever been harder.

Like my angel, he’s got a voyeur kink too.

Kara’s dark eyes are hooded and filled with lust in spite of a couple tears streaming down her pink cheeks. I know Ashford doesn’t go any easier on his wife than I do my own—but Kara likes to be hurt and ruined just as much as my angel.

Ashford thrusts his cock back into Kara, and she cries out as he stretches her in the new position.

I catch Angélica staring at them, licking her lips as Kara’s cunt swallows Ashford’s large cock and gapes for more.

While my wife is distracted by another girl’s pussy, I whip off my belt and fist the smooth leather in my hands.

Angélica doesn’t notice the belt flying through the air until it lands against her tit with a sharp thwap .

“Ahhh,” she cries out, instinctively covering her chest with her hands. Ashford shoots me a look of pure wickedness as he eyes the belt in my hands. He’s a bit of a sadist, too.

“Get those hands down, angel,” I command. “You know how this works.”

Angélica bites down on her lip as she lowers her arms at her sides.

I lash out and tear open her dress, leaving her bare and exposed for my belt.

Her chest heaves in anticipation of the pain that she will always love just as much as pleasure—maybe even more.

I hit her again, the leather cracking with a harsh thwack as it kisses the naked skin of her belly .

My angel writhes on the bed, lost to the delicious torment as she whimpers and moans under the blows.

Ashford fucks Kara with long, slow strokes, both of them entranced by the sight of me whipping my girl beside them.

Angélica and Kara are so close on the bed that their thighs brush together.

The next time the belt lashes out, it hits them both across the tits, and they whimper in unison.

A matching red stripe is painted against their skin, and it’s such a pretty sight.

“Sorry, my aim was off,” I apologize to Ashford with a smirk.

“It’s alright. She’s always in need of a belting. Aren’t you, love?”

Kara glares at him before answering with an obligatory, “Yes, sir.” Her words are choked by a cry as he slams into her with brutal force. I think we both hear a mumbled fucking bastard slip from her lips, and I know he’ll have no problem punishing her for it with his cock.

Both girls flinch when I swing the belt again, this time hitting Angélica directly on her swollen, aching cunt. She grits her teeth to keep from crying out, and I love how hard she tries to keep her screams from me. She won’t last long, though.

I rain a few blows down on her belly and thighs as I finally free my cock from the confines of my pants.

My slit is already dripping with pre-cum, and I rub the slickness over my throbbing shaft as I continue to whip Angélica’s thighs until they’re red and burning with heat.

“Had enough, angel?” I rasp as I fist my cock so hard it hurts.

“Yes,” Angélica moans, bucking her hips as she begs to take my cock.

I slap the belt against her pussy again. “Yes, what ?”

“Yes, Master Greyson.”

“Good girl,” I praise, tossing the belt to the side and reaching down to slot the head of my cock at the entrance of her dripping cunt. “Beg for my, cock, wife. ”

“Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me.”

“Such a pretty little whore.” I slam into her so hard she screams, my metal piercings dragging across her sensitive nerves as I stuff her full. Then I fuck her so brutally I know she’ll be bruised in the morning.

Ashford’s pace quickens to match mine, and our vicious thrusts send the girls sliding against the silk sheets until their heads collide.

“Take off her mask, angel,” I order, a devious idea twisting through my head.

I slow my hips enough that Angélica can reach over and slip Kara’s mask off. Ashford’s wife stares at mine, a heated glimmer in her brown eyes.

“Kara,” Ashford says with a nod. Without needing to be told, Kara’s fingers slip under Angélica’s black mask and slowly tug it away. Their long hair is intertwined beneath them, curls of creamy blonde and chocolate brown tangled together.

“Do you want to taste her mouth, angel?” I ask, my heart racing rapidly in my chest as I watch the girls gravitate toward each other with searing desire in their eyes.

“Yes, please,” Angélica answers with a shudder of arousal.

I look up to Ashford for permission, and he nods his head slightly, his gaze latched on our girls. “Then slide your pretty tongue between her lips and see how sweet she is,” I rasp.

Angélica’s fingers brush across Kara’s cheek, her touch soft as she cradles her face like a lover.

Ever so slowly, she leans over and presses her mouth against Kara’s, parting her lips with the tip of her tongue.

Kara moans, opening for her and letting Angélica take her fill of her mouth.

Their kiss is long and sweet as they explore each other for the first time.

Kara reaches over and trails her fingers over Angélica’s pierced nipple, tugging and pinching with her nails until my girl is whimpering with pleasure.

Unable to hold back any longer, Ashford and I start to fuck them as their tongues twist together.

I can’t suppress a groan when I see Kara’s fingers slip down between my wife’s thighs and circle her clit as I continue to pound into her pussy.

Angélica whimpers against Kara’s lips when she hits the perfect spot, and I see her reach over to return the favor.

Jesus Christ , I’m going to fucking come while our girls have their tongues down each other’s throats and their fingers on each other’s cunts.

This definitely wasn’t what I had in mind when I asked Ashford if they’d like to give us a little anniversary performance, but I’m sure as fuck not complaining.

“Are you ready to take my cum in this slutty little hole, angel?” I gasp, feeling like my balls are about to explode they’re so full and swollen with the need to pump her cunt full.

“Y-e-s-s-s,” she moans, her lips still locked with Kara’s. Angélica screams as she starts to climax, and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge.

As if by some sort of perverse serendipity, we all come in unison, the room bursting with the sounds of whimpers and moans and thick cocks sliding into very slippery cunts.

Ashford and I are in an unspoken race to see who can last the longest, and I beat him by one thrust before both of us collapse onto the bed beside our girls, the two of them tangled together between us.

“You know, I’m not sure if I made my wife come or if your wife made my wife come,” I muse between gasps of breath as my lungs and heart try to regulate.

“Does it really matter?” Ashford heaves beside me. “It was goddamned fucking hot either way.”

“Best anniversary present ever,” Angélica laughs, leaning over to kiss me. I taste Kara on her lips. “Thank you.”

“We should definitely try this next Halloween,” I agree with a quick nip at her bottom lip.

“Might not need to wait that long,” Ashford says from the other side of the bed. “Finn has decided to reinstate the Pandemonium Christmas party.”

I sit up and stare at Cade in surprise. “Fuck, is he actually crazy?”

The annual Christmas party has been banned for two years since an unfortunate sub got three cocks stuffed in her cunt—and couldn’t get them back out.

Finn laces the Christmas punch with some weird shit, and we all end up thoroughly fucked-up in the morning.

I thought we’d agreed not to risk it again, but apparently Finn is in the mood to cause a little chaos.

Ashford shrugs. “Finn said we’ve all gotten married and boring, and he wants to remind of us who the fuck we are.”

“I’d hardly call what we just did boring,” I retort.

“Neither would I,” Ashford agrees with a salacious smirk. “Maybe next time you and I can show the girls how it’s really done.”

I raise a brow. “Do you bottom, Ashford?”

“Of course not,” he scoffs.

“Well, neither do I. We might need to grab Finn and use him as a go-between.”

“I wouldn’t mind watching that,” Kara interjects, a sultry smile on her lips.

“Me neither,” Angélica agrees, her dark eyes hazy with lust.

How did I end up with such a perfectly twisted angel?

“Greyson, it sounds like your wife is ready for another fucking,” Ashford calls as he flips Kara onto her stomach and lifts her ass into the air.

“Couldn’t agree more.” I throw Angélica’s legs over my shoulders and line myself up with her cum-soaked cunt. “First one to the finish line wins?”

“You’re on.”

The girls cry out in pleasure as we fill their sore, used pussies once more, the room instantly echoing with the sloppy sound of fucking.

I look into my angel’s warm brown eyes, dazed by the fearsome devotion I see reflected back at me.

I assault her with fervid kisses, my lips brushing across her neck and cheeks and eyelids and temples as I thrust inside her with the same longing I did on the very first night we met.

At last, my lips land on hers, and I claim her mouth with a force so powerful that it doesn’t have to be fierce—it’s silent and soft and reverent.

“I love you, little ruin,” I whisper against my wife’s perfect lips.

“To the end?”

“To the motherfucking end. Now be a good girl and show them how pretty you come on my cock.”