Page 57 of Violent Delights

I nod. “Yes, I really hurt people.”

Ruby’s eyes are locked on me, observing me. I can see her mind working, processing what I just explained. She doesn’t look scared, but only because she’s working so hard at hiding it.

“I don’t anymore,” I tell her. “And I would never hurt you.”

She takes a deep breath, relaxing her shoulders a little.

“I want to believe that,” she says, sounding anything but convinced.

Seeing her like this drives me insane. That real and raw fear pervading her entire being. She’s too good of an actress - or too tricked into thinking that all of this is real. I don’t want her to feel this way, not like this. It fucking bothers me.

“You can trust me on that,” I tell her, reaching for her hand on the table. She doesn’t flinch, but welcomes my touch as a reassurance, intertwining her fingers with mine as she smiles at me.

“I have no choice, do I?” she says.

The smile on her face is lined with sadness. I wish she wouldn’t look at me like that.

“Will you let me clear the table?” she asks, nodding toward the dishes in front of us.

I raise an eyebrow at her. “Why?”

“I would like to,” she says, shrugging. “I haven’t done anything since I… got here. I’d like to be useful.”

“You are useful to me,” I tell her. “Very much so.”

The blush that rises on her cheeks is so much more appealing than her frightened sorrow from before.

“Alright, if it makes you happy, clear the table,” I say.

Ruby smiles as she gets up from her seat, gathering our plates and carrying them over to the kitchen as my eyes follow her. She knows that I’m watching her, and she makes sure to move her hips in a way that emphasizes her round ass in those tight jeans I bought for her. I knew she’d look delicious in them.

She deliberately bends over, taunting me by poking her ass out as she places the dishes on the counter top. The effect it has on me is clearly visible in my crotch. I rub across the hardness between my legs, checking my watch one more time.

“You said you wanted to be useful,” I say, as I get up from my chair to follow her to where she’s standing in the kitchen.

She turns around to face me, a mischievous smirk brightening her pretty face when she sees me unbuckling my belt.

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