Page 44 of Ruining Him
He’s making it sound as though I couldn’t have won from the moment we stepped into the ring at the church.
This asshole thinks that’s my tactic?
Oh, pretty boy… you’re about to eat your words.
“Isn’t it?” he gloats, and I growl at him before I strike.
I pounce, sending a quick uppercut to his jaw before I make a beeline for the ropes around the ring. I climb up on one, waiting for him to approach me before I jump and maneuver myself until I’m sitting on his shoulders. I use one hand in his hair for leverage as one of my legs wrap tightly around his neck, cutting off his air supply.
Cole quickly catches on to what I’m doing and flings himself backward so we both crash to the floor with an audible thud. We land in a heap, my leg still wrapped around his neck. He coughs and wheezes, and I use his struggling to give me some time to right myself before jumping over and straddling his torso.
“Still think I was just letting you tire yourself out?” I ask between pants.
He chuckles darkly. “We’re not finished yet, little menace.”
He flips us over so he’s the one sitting on my thighs, my legs trapped underneath him. He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head in one hand while his other hand finds my neck and squeezes.
“You gonna tap out, baby?”
I struggle beneath him, but his grip is too tight for me to shrug him off. I could find a way to get out, but that would mean me actually hurting him.
And I don’t really want to break any of his bones.
I find myself not wanting to hurt him this time around, and it’s weird.
I don’t like it.
“Never,” I grit out through clenched teeth.
He grins down at me, knowing he has me right where he wants me.
But I recognize the look in his eyes, and I know exactly how I’m going to get myself out of this.
His hands don’t let up the grip he has on me as he bends down. His eyes drill into mine as though he’s searching for something before they flick down to my lips. I unconsciously run my tongue along my lower lip, and he breaks.
Cole’s mouth slams down on mine in a fiery, aggressive kiss. His tongue tangles with mine as we both battle for dominance. I give in, knowing I need to get him out of his head for me to take the lead.
My pretty boy does like giving up control, he just has to fight it first.
His hips shift and his hard length presses into my thigh, so I shift a little and he moans at the friction. Using that as a distraction, I wind my leg around his back. His grip loosens around my hands, and I wrap them around his neck and draw him in for a deeper kiss.
My entire body is on fire as I feel him pressed against me, his sweat-soaked bare chest meeting my clothed, covered body. His hips rock against me, and I grin into the kiss before flipping us over. He lands on his back with a grunt, and I chuckle.
I quickly take off my hoodie, leaving me in only a sports bra and leggings before I pull the string from the hoodie and use it to tie his arms together. He doesn’t even fight me; he just lets me do as I please as though he enjoys every little thing I do to him.
That, and he’s too busy studying the tattoos that cover both of my arms.
He’s probably wondering what they mean, or if they have a meaning at all. In truth, the flowers and the snakes winding up my arms do have meaning. As in, I thought they were pretty, so I got them tattooed. Some people can’t understand why anyone would get a tattoo that doesn’t have a deeply personal significant reason behind it.
“What? Didn’t get a good enough look when you kidnapped me?”
He cocks his head. “Is it kidnapping when I took you to your own room?”
He has a point. I’m surprised I didn’t wake up tied to his bed, if I’m being honest.
I’m certain that was his first time ever doing anything like that. I could see it in his eyes—the excitement mixed withapprehension. I’m pretty sure I’ve taken a lot of his firsts. First time he’s ever kidnapped someone, first time he’s ever witnessed a murder, first time being tied up and gagged, first time experiencing knife play…
I wonder if he ever thought he’d enjoy being tied up before he met me. Did he used to fantasize about it, or did I introduce him to a whole other side of himself?
