Page 148 of Mine to Ruin

His shoulders sag and he exhales heavily. “Because I am a fool…”

“Why?” It’s these small moments, when behind everything I can still see he cares, but then it’s gone.

“For every answer you coax out of me in my state, I’ll make you pay, wife…”

“It’s the only time when I still get to you…”

I caress his face, the one of an injured fallen angel, sharp edges with a hint of stubble. My fingers touch the line of that sculpted mouth of his. Is it any wonder that I am not enough when he looks like this, and I am just me. Forlorn tears frame my face. I don’t seem to care, though.

“You are so beautiful… I was so stupid to believe you’d be mine,” I say with a shrug.

A conflict brews behind his eyes, and I smile in understanding.

“Do you remember when you said you could ruin me. You were right. My love for you destroyed me… I thought you were mine. Why me when it’s obvious you like blondes? Was I a change in scenery?”

“Turn around.” Anger blares in his command.

I turn on autopilot and he sheds the dress from me and whispers on my skin.

“You could never be a fucking change of scenery or another blonde to me, but if you want to be fucked like one, let me show you.” His hands peel the dress off me, tracing kisses down my back.

“Black lingerie…my favorite…”

“To match your soul…”

He places a chaste kiss on my shoulder before he whispers in my ear. “Do you regret playing with me?”

“For me, it wasn’t a game.”

“Why lie? You got what you were after. And now you’ll get it once again.”

It is foolish to mistake the little sign of being delicate. The next moment he rips my panties off and with one dexterous move he opens my bra. It is superfluous to cover myself. I want to be reduced to something dirty, because after tonight I will be free of him.

It is dramatic as we face each other. He undresses himself without a care in the world, taking his sweet time as my whole world collapses. I wanted him to love me and, now in my love, I will let him ruin me completely.

“Don’t you think I know what’s going on? Do you think I care?” He taunts me.

For every word a tear of my heart, it seems appropriate.

“You were never mine…”

His voice sounded implacable but now, it seems slurred. Is the alcohol finally getting to him?

“I will fuck you like you wanted to be fucked. You wanted to be one of my blondes… I’ll make you into one…”

I can’t answer him, the shock is too big, and appalled as I am, I embrace it.

He places me on all fours, slaps my inner thighs open and slips two fingers inside me.

“Your pussy is always wet for me. So eager to please me.” He grabs my ass and slams into me from behind, rough and unapologetic, leaving me breathless.

I groan into the pillow, my body loving the rough fucking, my heart seeking a connection he denies me as he holds me down. Kian fists my hair, pulling me up with my back glued to his chest, flicking my clit.

I gasp at the fullness stretching me. He tilts my head to the side with his other hand, making me watch him, taking his pleasure from my body, in control of my lust, him alone, with the ultimate control of both of us. He doesn’t look me in the eyes, and it kills my heart. I want and need him to look me in the eyes as he fucks me without feelings.

“Look at me,” I demand, but he pushes me down and presses my face in the pillow, pulling my hands back.

With the other he slaps my ass while he keeps a savage rhythm, thrusting in and out of me. He rips the pleasure from my body, his own personal toy. I pant at the double sensations and shudder as I come. My body and heart split apart in two parallel directions. My body takes the pleasure, incapable of denying itself, while my heart is stranded at sea, crying for help.

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