Page 18 of Ruin Me
It felt so good.
I was surprised at how incredible it could feel to just have a woman cuddle me, rather than to be balls deep in one. I’d never really had this before, had always left before they could do this.
And yet, right now, it was the most comforting thing I could do.
I wrapped an arm around her and pulled the blankets all the way up. Even my cock was taking a break right now and staying put.
This.
This was what people talked about, and it was dangerous territory, but damn it felt good.
Hadley
Ten Years Earlier
He pushes me to the ground and the sting of the gravel on my scuffed up elbows makes me whimper. I looked up at my bully, tears in my eyes as they made fun of me about my braids and braces.
“I don’t know how your father can even look at you, you’re disgusting.”
My heart pounds as he crouches over me.
“My parents expect me to be nice to you because our parents are friends, but I much prefer you this way. At my feet and begging,” he kicks me in the side, sending me into shocking pain.
“Please stop, Emerson,” I’m clutching my side where his kick just landed. “I will stay out of your way, please just stop hurting me.” Emerson and his friends just laugh at me as I lay on the floor.
“Beg me, Hadley,” he lands another kick to my side, causing me to whimper in pain. Each blow sinking me further and further into a pit of despair. The boys all laugh in unison, echoing around me like a nightmare.
I reach out shakily and touch Emerson’s boot, "Please, Emerson, please. I'll do anything, just please stop kicking me."
He looks down at me, his eyes full of anger. "Anything?"
I nod, tears streaming down my face. "Yes, anything."
He leans down, his face inches away from mine, and whispers, "You're mine now, Hadley. And I'll do whatever I want with you."
My heart races as I try to comprehend his words. What did he mean by that?
He kicks me one last time, harder than before, and stands up. His friends chuckle and start to walk away, leaving me lying on the ground, gasping for air and fighting back tears.
Emerson turns back to me, smirking. "Don't think you're safe now. You're in my little game, and I'll let you play as long as I want, but when I'm tired of you, be prepared for what my sick and demented mind can think of. Understand?" I nod at him and he turns and leaves with his friends. The next few weeks continue like this, daily torment from the boy my father expects me to befriend, and I continue to take it. Until the day my brother Austin’s friend took notice. He’d seen what I’d endured the last time. The anger in his eyes made me believe I would be safe. He picked Emerson up by the scruff of his neck, and hauled him away from me. Emerson’s friends tried to intercede but with a couple of kicks and punches, they all fell to the ground and Rhett Nicholas towered over Emerson.
They knew each other. I could see it in the way Emerson cowered.
“This is none of your business, Rhett, fuck off.”
“You touch her again, and I will fucking end you.”
Something in my chest exploded, and I felt breathing hard to come by. Emerson scrambled away with his friends and Rhett turned his attention to me.
He held his hand out, and I gladly took it. He lifted me up with ease as I looked up into those eyes and suddenly I felt safe.
“Are you all right?” he asked me, brushing my hair from my face.
I nodded, unable to form words.
“Come on,” he said, taking my hand. “You need first aid.”
I wanted to fight him on it, but I knew better.
