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His groan is barely audible—but it’s there.

And right now?

I’ll take that as a victory.

Chapter 25

Seanna

Mytonguetracesthesteel piercings, swirling slowly around each ball before dragging down the length of his cock. I take my time, teasing, relishing the almost imperceptible shifts in his breathing, the subtle flexing of his thighs beneath my hands.

Because if Ruin wants me on my knees? He’s going to fucking feel what that means.

I smirk up at him, dragging my tongue back up his length from base to tip in one slow, deliberate lick. He inhales sharply and I can't help but feel a thrill at the power I suddenly seem to wield over him.

He wants me to fall apart around him. But that’s not how this goes.

Not this time.

Not when I’m the one in control of what I do with my mouth.

I swirl my tongue around the piercings again, watching the way his free hand fists at his side, leather squeaking as it strains against his control. But he doesn’t stop me. Doesn’t pull away. Just watches every movement, breath ragged, groaning again when I lick my tongue around the head, teasing the underside. “You okay up there?” I murmur with saccharine venom, flicking my tongue over the tip again.

His laugh is low. Hoarse. Unstable.

But when he speaks, it’s all sharp-edged power. “Be careful, little storm,” he rasps, his voice tight with restraint. “You forget who controls whether you can even fucking breathe.”

A fresh wave of heat surges between my thighs.God help me, I like it when he threatens me.Like this. Like he’s fighting his own control harder than I am.

But I don’t back down. I press my advantage.

I drag my mouth along the underside of his cock again—slow, hot, wet—and then pull back. Barely touching. Barely there. Just enough for him to need more.

He growls.

"Is that all you've got, darling?" Ruin taunts, voice rough with arousal. "I thought you wanted to make me earn it."

I glance up at him through my lashes, lips curving in a smirk. "Patience is a virtue. Maybe you should try it sometime."

His grip tightens in my hair, just shy of painful. "Cute. But we both know virtue isn't your strong suit."

I let out a low, mocking laugh. "Says the man with a magic cross through his dick. Tell me, does that help you feel closer to God while you're sinning?"

He yanks sharply on my hair. "The only one I worship is you, darling. Now put that smart mouth to better use before I shut you up myself."

Heat floods through me at his words, at the unapologetic dominance in his tone. He's not asking. He's demanding. And fuck, if that doesn't make me want to push him harder, just to see how far he'll go to put me in my place.

"You want me to beg, Ruin? You really think you can make me?" I punctuate my words with little kitten licks, taking my time, savoring the way his cock twitches against my mouth.

"Keep playing with fire," he growls. "And I'll make sure the only thing you're able to do is beg for air."

I laugh huskily, unafraid. "Big words for a man at the mercy of my tongue. What's wrong? Afraid you'll break before I do?"

He uses the fist in my hair to pull my head back. I gaze up at him defiantly, chin tilted, eyes blazing with challenge.

"The only one who will break is you," he promises. "Now put that filthy mouth to better use before I remind you exactly who's in control here."

I lick my lips. "Make me."

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