Page 73 of Made For Ruin

And then he’s driving into me, spearing me open on one devastating thrust.

He sets a punishing pace, his hips snapping against my ass while his fingers dig into my waist. Each rough thrust has him bottoming out, his heavy sac slapping obscenely against my clit.

“Marcus, Jesus, fuck, I can’t...” I choke out, my words cut off by a particularly deep thrust that has stars exploding behind my eyelids.

Pleasure borderline pain sparks through me, my still sensitive nerve endings firing on all cylinders.

I surrender to the relentless onslaught of sensation, my world narrowing down to the slick slide of his cock in my clenching channel, the lewd sounds of our fucking filling the room.

My knuckles turn white from gripping the armrests so tightly, but I don’t dare let go. Not when Marcus ordered me to keep my hands right where they are. The thought of the punishment he might inflict if I disobey sends a dark thrill zipping down my spine to join the inferno he’s stoking between my thighs.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well,” he growls, one hand coming down in a sharp smack across my ass. I yelp at the sudden sting, my inner walls fluttering around him. “Such a good girl for me.”

Pride and pleasure bloom warm in my chest at his praise. I want to be good for him, to take everything he gives me and beg for more. It’s a heady, unfamiliar feeling, this desperation to please.

Marcus keeps up his relentless pace, each powerful drive of his hips pushing me further up the chair until my cheek is pressed against the supple leather. The new angle has him hitting that secret spot inside me that makes my toes curl and my eyes roll back.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I whimper, my voice thready and weak. “Right there. That feels so good.”

“That’s it, baby,” he coaxes through clenched teeth. “Let everyone know who this pretty pussy belongs to.”

I’m too far gone to be embarrassed, too consumed by the delicious drag of his thick length splitting me open again and again. Moans and fractured pleas spill from my lips, my volume rising to fill the room.

Below us, the club pulses with a sexual energy all its own. But I’m only peripherally aware of the erotic sights and sounds filtering in from the main floor. My entire focus is pinpointed on the man currently drilling me into incoherence.

“I’m so close,” I pant desperately, my thighs starting to tremble from the strain of holding myself up. “Please, I need to come. Make me come!”

Marcus curses breathlessly, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

“Fuck. Do it then. Come on my cock like the good girl you are.”

EIGHTEEN

MARCUS

I stareat Lainey’s body trembling as she comes down from her orgasmic high.

The way she shattered so completely, the wanton way she gave herself over to the pleasure - it takes my breath away.

As her breathing slows, I walk over and trail a finger down her quivering inner thigh. She gasps and arches into my touch.

“Did I say you could take your hands off the armrest, baby?”

Her eyes widen and cheeks flush pink. “N-no.”

My voice is a low rumble against her ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you make it up to me.”

Her answering shiver rocks me to my core. I can practically smell her arousal spiking again at my words.She responds so beautifully to my dominance. I want to devour every inch of her gorgeous body and claim her as mine.

“Now, I want you to stand up, slowly. Then strip down for me, nice and slow. Leave the necklace on.”

Her eyes widen but she nods, an eager shimmer in her gaze.

She does as I say and I watch, heart pounding in my chest as she reveals her creamy skin. Christ, she’s gorgeous. I can’t wait to have my fill of every inch of her.

Once she’s naked, I point at the bed. “On your stomach, ass up, legs spread.”

Without a word, Lainey crawls onto the bed and obeys.

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