Page 5 of Into Ruin

He slides the single digit in and out, the friction cranking my arousal. It’s not enough to get me over the edge, and I grip the windowsill to keep still. It builds, slowly. I can’t look at him. My eyes are screwed shut.

The sensation disappears, and suddenly, I’m sliding off the sill.

To my knees.

I gasp, and his cock presses into my mouth. He doesn’t wait—my eyes pop open, but he has me caught. His hand in my hair, his hips thrusting forward.

“Be a good girl,” he orders.

My mouth opens wider, and he sneers. His lips hold a cruel tilt. His grip tightens, tugging at my bun, his nails scratching along my scalp.

This isn’t a blow job.

When he moves, hefucks. I imagine it’s a similar sight to the one I walked in on—but this time, it’s my face accepting the brunt of it. He hits the back of my throat, then pushes deeper. I gag around him, my throat constricting, and he groans.

He pulls out, then back in. Deeper. I reach up, but he catches my hand in his, pinning it on top of the one already in my hair.

I take snatches of breath when I can. Saliva runs out of my mouth. Tears prick my eyes.

My other, traitorous hand finds its way between my legs. I touch myself to distract—but it just adds to the sensations. The pain in my scalp, the burn in my lungs.

Fuck.

How did this happen?

He groans and shudders and abruptly pulls out. He cranks my head back and releases my hand. He strokes himself once, twice, and then comes.

On my face.

I close my eyes tight as the hot ropes of cum hit my cheeks, my lips, my nose and chin.

His fingers slip from my hair, and he steps back. His presence looming over me disappears, and I sag back to sit on my heels. I carefully wipe at my eyes, then open them. He’s already put back together. Jeans in place, shirt smoothed. I don’t know if he ever took it off.

“Not bad,” he says. “Usually, they try to take over. You just… let it happen.”

I swallow my reply and climb to my feet. My knees knock together. It’s like I just went on a roller coaster. The adrenaline has left me shaky. I brace myself on the window and watch him move back to the door. He crouches next to my bag, unzips it, and dips into it.

“Hey—” My voice cracks, hoarse from the beating he just bestowed on my throat.

“Shh.” He finds my student ID in my wallet, which lists what dorm I’m in. He takes his phone from his pocket and snaps a picture of it. “Until next time, Harper Shay.”

Then he unlocks the door and slips out.

3

CAMDEN

“Hey!” Royal knocks on my door. “You quit early.”

The party has finally died out. I’m flat on my bed, but I haven’t yet bothered to change out of my jeans. The lamp in the corner, that bathed Harper in shadows as I fucked her mouth, is still on. I left only long enough for her to put herself back together and get the hell out of my room, minus one thing.

Her panties are in my pocket.

They’re burning a hole there, but I haven’t yet taken them out. Haven’t touched them since I slid them in there while touching her hot cunt. She was wet. Practically dripping. But I can’t figure out why. Was it my threat? Getting in her space? Or lingering arousal fromwatching?

I meant what I said. She’s hot in the girl-next-door way. She was clearly not there to party, which made it all the weirder that she came upstairs. Girls who try to seduce one of us usually put more effort in.

I’m pretty sure she was wearing a sports bra under that hoodie. I didn’t see it, but… well, I’ve seen enough breasts in push-up bras, or underwire, to know the difference.

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