Page 27 of Ruined

I swallowed and tentatively touched his head with the tip of my tongue.

His skin was warm and smooth, salty and inviting. I ran my tongue all the way around his tip, marvelling at the way he felt in my mouth. He must be going wild, but he let me take my time and explore every centimetre of him before I took more of him between my lips.

He groaned softly and placed his hand on the back of my head, his fingers stroking and tangling in my hair.

Again, there was no force. He held me in place, but I could have knocked his hand away if I needed to. Instead, he encouraged me to take him in deeper, to close my lips around him and gently suck.

"Your mouth…" he said breathlessly. He kept still while I moved, bobbing my head back and forth, sucking and sliding.

I reached up with my hand to lightly cup his balls. Those too were hot, the thin skin over throbbing flesh and blood.

Throbbing because I did that to him. Me. He was hard as steel because I aroused him. Because I was touching him and making him feel this way.

I looked up at him and sucked harder and faster, then softer and slower. Every drop of control was in my hands. And in my mouth. I knew I had him right on the edge and that was where I kept him for as long as I could. I held him there, deciding when he'd come. If he'd come.

The expression of rapture on his face was all because of me. The control he gave me made me feel powerful. As powerful as I did when I took a life.

I couldn't decide which of those turned me on more.

I decided I'd teased him enough. I sucked him harder and faster, while firmly massaging his balls.

"Mina…" His breath was ragged. His lips moved, but the words wouldn't form.

I kept my eyes locked on his and went on sucking, silently communicating an answer to his unspoken question. Whatever he could give me, I'd take it. All of it.

I was Mina fucking DiMarco and I wasn't going to be anyone's victim anymore.

Kurt could fuck himself, he wasn't going to stop me from being fucked. Or from being loved.

Reuben's grip on my hand tightened as he came. He let out a low cry.

His cum exploded into my mouth, hot and salty. It slid across my tongue, tingling my tastebuds.

I managed to swallow down his release before he sagged, puffing lightly.

"You're incredible," he said once he caught his breath and slid his cock out from between my lips. "I imagined what it would be like to fuck your mouth, but that was so much more." He took my hand and pulled me up beside him, before fixing his boxers and pants back into place.

"It was more than I expected too," I admitted. "Reading about it in romance books is one thing, but I liked it more than I thought I would."

"I have another confession." He pulled me onto his lap. "I've never let go like that with anyone. Never let them take the lead. I'm usually the one who's in control."

I gave him a bland, but teasing look. "I'm shocked," I said, deadpan. "Reuben Brantley, in control?"

He surprised me by chuckling in response. The sound wasn't as carefree and uninhibited as Gianni, but it was just as pleasant. That was another win for me. Making a man who rarely laughed, chuckle.

"I know, it's a difficult concept to grasp," he said, equally deadpan. "I'm usually so passive and in the background."

"No one could ever describe you like that," I said. "You only have to walk into a room to command the attention of everyone in it. Even the twins."

"That might be overstating it slightly," he said. "Those two like to pretend they can ignore me."

"Pretend being the key word here," I said. "They can no more ignore you than I can."

I leaned over and kissed his mouth. My clit throbbed with the knowledge he'd taste himself on my lips.

I'd actually sucked him off. He'd come in my mouth. This was something I could do because I wanted to and he wanted me to do it. Not because anyone was holding me down or telling me lies. Filling my mind with heartbreak.

"I want to do that again," I said.

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