Page 63 of Invoking Ruin

And then he begins to move. The drag of his cock inside me lights me up, like static sparking every nerve. He sets a harsh rhythm, every thrust bringing our hips together with a slap.

It’s punishment as much as pleasure. He still holds my release tight with his power, and the pressure builds and builds with nowhere to go until I’m sensitive, whining and pleading to unhearing ears.

His attention never leaves my face, his eyes challenging me, demanding to know if this is what I wanted.

And yes, oh yes, it’s exactly what I wanted.

He doesn’t know how I yearn for him, doesn’t understand. I never thought in my wildest dreams he might love me. It’s an impossible wish, one born of thousands of years of chase and retreat. For millennia, I’ve been desiring the only god who makes me feel like existence could be more than tedious, never-ending destruction.

I should have remembered. I ruin everything I touch.

“Did you like having me at your mercy?” he growls into my ear, and I moan, eyes slipping closed.

“I liked you being mine.”

He drags a hand over my chest before twisting my nipple sharply. I writhe, pulling at the woody vines still holding me. If I wanted to, I could break them. We both know it. But I stay like this. Bound. His.

We’ve switched positions so often in our little power game. Flipped over, up is down, black is white. Now, it’s also back to how it’s always been.

Dionysus has always held the cards. I’m his and I have always been his.

“Is that all? You kept me powerless so you could play house with me?” His breath is harsh against my skin, and I squirm.

Is that what he thinks? Denials spring to my lips. I shake my head, but he only draws back, pausing to stare.

“No more lies, Atê. Not now.”

“I’m not lying.” Fuck. I don’t know what I’ll do if he stops and pulls away all together.

He growls in answer to the whine I let out, and then he’s back with me, driving home even as his fingers rub my clit in merciless circles.

“I should keep you like this, like you kept me. Tied to this bed to fuck when I choose. Never letting you come.”

Everything but the last bit sounds wonderful.

“You kept me on edge for months, years.” He goes on, his voice catching as he gets closer and closer to his own release. “Keeping me out of this wet, tight cunt. It’s only fair that I return the favor.”

It’s not nearly the same thing, but Dionysus isn’t any more interested in fairness than I am. I’d kept us from fucking out of consideration, out of genuine care for him. What’s worse, he probably knows it.

But as he takes me, I can’t help but agree. We could have been doing this all along. As Sandro and Vita.

Would he hate me more or less now, if I had?

Fuck, I don’t care. I just want to keep touching him.

“Let me go,” I snarl as I pull on the vines holding me, putting all of my power into the command.

He only grins. “I missed those little hooks of yours. Try again, little Ruin. Maybe you’ll convince me.”

His arm hooks under my thigh, pulling it up over his shoulder, and the change in angle has us both shouting as he slides even deeper.

What I wouldn’t give to flay his back open.

“You feel so good,” he drags his lips along the side of my knee, the sensation like fire.

I’m so close, it’s painful. Unable to let go. Unable to come.

I never want it to end.

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