Page 27 of Bound By Ruin

Once the blood rushing in his ears settles, Ruin realizes that I’m still writhing beneath him and surges back to life, burying his fingers to the knuckle and stretching my pussy, going deeper than he’s ever dared before. “You will come forme,” he growls, panting hotly against his mask. Grinding the heel of his palm against my clit, he makes me scream as pleasure dips into pain, the pressure too much, too hard—his fingernails too sharp, carving me up inside. But through it all, the pleasure barrels through my body like a freight train, an invisible force that can’t be stopped.

I suck in lungfuls of air as my pleasure crests, tears stinging my eyes as Ruin wrenches an orgasm from deep within me. My body convulses as my pussy clenches hard, a silent scream catching in my throat as I come.

Rather than praise me for how well I came for him, Ruin hums in the back of his throat and drags his fingers through my soaked folds, enjoying the feel of my body submitting to his. I breathe as deeply as I can, willing the stars from my eyes as I come back into my body and mind.

Laughter floats through the air, as do wet, sucking sounds and the slap of skin on skin, and I turn my face to the side to find that not only are Ruin and I writhing on the floor together, but so are a half dozen other couples, some of them watching the carnal pleasures evolving around them while others are so focused on chasing their own pleasure that the world is as lost to them as it was to me and Ruin.

I blow air against the sweat on Ruin’s neck, grateful when he shivers, waking from his own lustful haze. Slowly, he pulls his fingers from my pussy and drags them against my stomach, smearing my skin with my desire. “Soon,” he rumbles, palming the band of fabric over my chest while he buries his face in the crook of my neck. His mask cuts into my skin, one of the buckles digging into the soft flesh above my collarbone. “Soon,krosotka, you will bemine.” His fingers dig between my breasts, pressing hard against my sternum.

Closing my eyes, I try not to let him feel the anxious stutter of my heart, the way it skips two beats and ramps up fast.

Ifthisisn’t what makes me his, then what is?

He exhales slowly and chuckles, finally lifting himself onto his knees to untie his belt from around my wrists. “You will like that, won’t you?” Blood rushes to my hands, making me gasp. He squeezes my fingers. “It wasmeyou cried for as you drove these fingers into your cunt every night for weeks, wasn’t it?”

It takes me a moment to realize that he’s talking about thebefore—all the long nights in between when he first appeared in my kitchen with my invitation toMidnightand the actual event when he and his brothers officially claimed me. It feels like a lifetime ago—like I was someone else, chasing a high I never realized how much I needed.

That’s how these men feel to me—like a new life.

Chuckling, Ruin pulls my fingertips to his abdomen, letting me feel the heat of his scarred flesh. “Am I everything you hoped for? The man of your dreams?”

I can’t read his mind to find out what he wants me to say, so all I can be is honest.

“I don’t know,” I breathe, staring beyond the faceless mask to the man hiding underneath. “But I want to find out.”

His eyes flash silver. “Then we will.”

I echo his words, feeling the weight of them in not just my heart, but my soul. “Then we will.”

Chapter12

Rebel

“He didwhat?”

“Don’t be so surprised,” Rage grumbles, sipping his disgusting black coffee. “He’s been watching how you interact with her. It was only a matter of time before he did something on his own.”

“I’m not surprised.” Grinning, I pop a strip of greasy bacon into my mouth and chew the salty goodness. “I knew he had it in him. I’m just—wow.I can’t believe I missed it!” A pang of regret almost takes my joy away—almost.But nothing will top my little brother damn near getting some! And inpublic, too!

“He’s earning his stripes.” I slam my hand down on the countertop, my body brimming with excitement. “Man, I can’t believe I missed it.” I was right next door in the other ballroom. Someone could have easily come to get me before the show was over. It’s not like losing one hand of poker would have decimated the whole night’s earnings.

“You were busy,” Thanatos says nonchalantly, like I don’t already know. “It was an important mission.”

“Mission,” I sneer, crinkling my nose. “Like babysitting a bunch of old fucks actually counts as a mission.”

“It does when it funds the next phase of the plan.” Snapping his newspaper shut, Than scowls over the kitchen island at me. “We can only pull so many funds from the bratva’s coffers before Mikhail closes the bank. We need your winnings for Celia’s dress. She has to be a showstopper next week.”

Rage spears a slice of banana with his fork. “She alreadyisa showstopper.”

I nod in agreement. “If your head wasn’t so far up your ass, you’d know.”

Thanatos’s scowl deepens. “What I think about her doesn’t matter. It’s whathethinks.”

Rolling my eyes, I scoff. “Dad doesn’t need to think that she’s a smokeshow. He’s going to try to kill her regardless of what she’s wearing. The new dress was your idea.Istill think she should wear one of her own designs.” Celia has been working herself stupid over these gowns she creates, wanting to make sure that all five or six of her clients look flawless at the upcoming charity gala. It’s ridiculous that her invitation was revoked first thing this morning.

I bet her monster of a mother has something to do with it.

Scowling at my full cup of coffee, I slam my mug down, sloshing some over the rim. I voted to kill the bitch on sight the next time we run across her—likely at the very same gala she shut her own daughter out of—but everyone else veto’d that idea.

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