Page 173 of Theirs to Ruin

Once my classes wrapped up, I stopped by the Student Store. Kage had already bought Ty plenty of supplies, but I picked out a few special items for him. I just wanted him to know that I’d been thinking of him.

I decided confronting him about this phone passcode probably wasn’t the best way to lead our first conversation after he’d OD’d. But I wasn’t going to sweep it under the rug forever, either.

When I arrived at the chateau, I headed upstairs, clutching the bag of art supplies I’d bought Ty.

I softly knocked on his door. The moments that followed felt longer than they probably were, but then Ty answered. His face looked drawn and pale.

“Let me guess,” I said, trying for a light tone. “You checked yourself out against doctor’s orders.”

“You’re brilliant,” he said, though there was no real bite in his tone.

I held up the bag I was carrying. "Brought you something," I said, holding it out. His brows knitted in confusion, but he took the bag and looked inside.

"For when you're up to it," I said.

He let out a heavy sigh. "Look," he began. "I appreciate what you did yesterday. Since you're here, and since you went through the trouble of getting this for me—" he shook the bag I’d given him “—you should know I didn’t try to kill myself. I'm addicted to pain meds. I have been ever since the accident that left me with these.” Now he gestured to his scars. “And before you say anything else, I’m sorry about your mom. How she died. How yesterday must have brought that to the surface. But nothing’s changed. I don’t want anything to do with you, and I certainly don’t want you trying to convince me to get clean.”

I couldn’t help myself. “Ty, I’m sure there are some great rehab places we can find. If you’d just?—”

“Stop it, Camille,” he thundered. Suddenly, his eyes were ablaze, his breaths labored, his chest heaving. “Did you not hear what I just said? Your lack of self-preservation is going to get you into serious trouble one day. Just get out.”

"No,” I said defiantly, surprising even myself. “You owe me your life, Ty. The least you can do is show some fucking appreciation."

“You want some fucking appreciation?” He grabbed me by the front of my shirt and pulled me on my toes as he slammed his mouth down on mine.

There was no hesitation, just raw energy as we came alive in each other’s arms. Our movements were frenetic. Our mouths clung. Our hands searched. Our bodies arched and pushed, parted and played. My fingers raked through his hair, pulling him closer.

My shirt was the first casualty, discarded carelessly to the floor. His hands traced a fiery path over my bare skin, making me shiver.

The weight of his body pressed me against a wall, the hard length of his cock pressing insistently into my stomach. He squeezed my tits almost painfully yet I was wet with my desire for him.

"I hate you," I gasped out as his mouth descended to my neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh. "For leaving me, for breaking my heart."

He growled in response, the vibration sending a jolt straight to my core. "I hate you, too.”

Despite his words, he was careful with me. He might be fighting himself, and he would absolutely break my heart again if I let him, but even in this mad fever of passion, he didn’t hurt me.

My back hit the softness of the bed, and he hovered over me, eyes dark with desire and something deeper.

I reached down and cupped him through his sweatpants. Ty groaned, his fingers desperately working at the button of my jeans. When they were open, he pushed my jeans down mythighs. He took off my bra and tore my panties away, exposing my soaking pussy.

His fingers tapped my clit then circled it as he bent and sucked at my nipples. Every suck and stroke sent jolts of pleasure through me, making me whimper and moan. His fingers slipped inside me, first one, then two. The sensation was overwhelming, the delicious stretch making me gasp. "You're so wet," he murmured against my breast before lifting his head.

"You know, when Kage offered you up to me, I couldn't help but think of all the dirty things I'd do to you. Not whathewanted me to do, but whatIwanted."

He pushed another finger inside me, stretching me even more, sending me closer to the edge. "I thought about how I'd tie you up, blindfold you, and make you beg for my cock," he growled, the pace of his fingers increasing. “Only, I wouldn’t give it to you because you don’t fucking deserve it. Instead, I’d take out a set of glass dildos, each bigger than the last. I’d fuck you with them one at a time, bringing you right to the brink, only to pull back and watch you squirm. Beg for release.”

His words combined with his relentless fingers had me spiraling, the coil in my belly winding tighter and tighter.

“Then I’d start all over again. By the time I was done with you, you’d be crying, begging me to stop, but I wouldn’t. Finally, I’d make you take three dildos at once, a dildo shoved into every one of your holes. One in your pussy, one in your ass, and one in your mouth.”

"Ty," I gasped, arching my back, my nails digging into his arms.

He chuckled darkly, "That's right, my sweet swan. Let it all out. Tell me how much you want it." His voice was low, husky, each word dripping with relentless intent as his fingers continued to move inside me, each thrust timed with precision, stretching and curling in a way that had me gasping for air.

"You're pulsing. Throbbing. Did you imagine this? Me, touching you again? Making you come apart? Did you think about it while you touched yourself? Whilehetouched you?"

A whimper escaped my lips. "Please, Ty… I’m so close."

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