Page 43 of Into Ruin

He says something. The words get caught, muffled against my palm, and I don’t really give a shit what he wanted me to know. It could’ve been a swear, for all I know.

That would ruin the vibe.

Speaking of vibe…

I lean over and snatch the bullet vibrator from his nightstand. It springs to life in my fingers, and I put it on my clit.

I groan louder. My hips jerk at the sensation.

Knowing I could’ve done this on my own, in my room, in peace, filters through my mind. And maybe Camden’s, too. But it’s all the better to torture him while I’m at it.

So he just watches, bound, while I take my pleasure from his cock—which only seems to grow harder inside me, pulsing every time he bottoms out inside me—and the vibrator.

As worked up as I was, it barely takes any time at all before my orgasm shudders through my body. My pussy squeezes, my back arches. He shakes his head again, and my hand slips off his mouth.

“Jesus, Harper,” he breathes. His hips jerk, thrusting deeper inside me. He fucks me from below while I can’t seem to move, my body caught in spiraling pleasure that goes on and on. “What are you doing?”

He doesn’t seem pissed—and, surprisingly, my anger has slipped away, as well.

“You don’t seem to know how to pleasure a woman properly.” I lean away and flash the now-still vibrator in front of his face. “Figured you needed a lesson.”

He grunts. His arms yank, muscles cording, but the tape holds fast.

Which is probably for the best.

“You think I needed alessonin how to make you come?” His voice rips out in a low growl.

I narrow my eyes.

“Any woman?” he adds.

I shrug. He flexes, and a new tingling pulse shoots through me.

“How insulting.”

“Experience speaks for itself,” I murmur.

He rolls his eyes. “I don’t need a lesson. And I can prove it.”

I snort. “Pass.”

“Sit on my face.”

I go still.

Of all the things I expected him to say, that wasnotit.

His gaze bores into mine. “Climb up here, hold on to the headboard, and ride my face. Unless you’re fucking scared.”

That might be one word for it. And yet, I find myself rising up and letting his cock slide out of me, and I crawl forward. I navigate around his tied limbs until his wrists sit on my thighs, and his face is right under me.

All I need to do is lower myself down…

“I’m suddenly worried about suffocating you.”

“That should be the least of your concerns.” He presses down with his forearms, and I… sit.

His mouth connects with my pussy, and I swear I immediately see stars. I grab on to the headboard, digging my nails into the metal, while he works magic.

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