Page 7 of Ruin Me
I was about to tell her what I felt, what I wanted to do to pass the time but a knock landed on the door with the announcement that room service was here which stopped me.
Thank fuck.
I didn’t need more of a headache when it came to her. I pushed her back into the room and opened the door, allowing the man to enter with a tray of plates and two bottles of Jack Daniels.
“Enjoy your evening,” he said, heading back out and leaving us with an awkward silence and the delicious smells of food wafting through the hole in the metal cloche over our food.
Hadley
I couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss, the way he possessed me with just a heated exchange had rattled me. I had thought about kissing him for years, but he’d always been a no go zone. Not only was he my brother’s best friend and a childhood friend of mine, but he was my father’s best enforcer.
He was an animal and he was loyal only to my dad.
Why then couldn’t I stop looking at those lips, or his hands which had held me so forcefully that I could still feel the pressure of his fingers on my wrist. With just a flick, I knew he’d be able to break my bone in a second. Just that thought alone sent a thrill shooting directly to my pussy.
How I ached for him to touch me with those fingers, those thick and rough fingers that I knew could bring both pleasure and pain to me.
“What?”
I looked up at his face now to see he was watching me.
“What are you looking at me for?” he asked.
“I was just thinking what an asshole you were,” I lied.
He shrugged his shoulders. “Haven’t you always thought that?”
“No, actually, you were quite nice when we were kids.”
He paused for a moment, before shoveling another couple of fries in his mouth and taking a drink of his whiskey. “Oh well, shit happens.”
Asshole.
I went back to my burger and finished it before I made a move to go to the bathroom. He made a move to stop me.
“Relax, I know I can’t leave. Look at it out there. I’m just washing my goddamn hands.”
He relaxed a little. The thought of running out and finding help was running through my mind, but I knew he’d find a way to get them to turn me over to him and then I’d probably be chained to the bed until the storm passed.
No.
I had to do something better.
I had to find a way.
The door was right there. He was watching TV. This was my only shot. I put my hand on the door handle and as quickly as I could, swung it open and made a break for it.
He was after me quicker than I could run, and tackled me to the ground. He lifted me up like I weighed nothing, throwing me over his shoulder and hauling me back to the room while my fists pummeled into his back. He swiped the card, and let us back in.
“Now you know I have to punish you,” he growled. The way he saidpunishhad my pussy throbbing for attention.
I tried to shove away from him but he was too strong. He sat down on the end of the bed and he threw me across his lap, pulling my skirt up, he smoothed his hand over my ass cheeks,sending ripples of desire to my crotch. I grabbed onto his leg as he landed the first slap on my ass.
I gasped in surprise at the smack and tried to move but he had a firm hold of me, smacking my other ass cheek just as hard. I could feel my cheeks burning from the assault but it only increased my pussy’s desire to be stuffed.
Stuffed by his cock, that is.
“Oh, you’re enjoying this a little too much,” he said, as he smacked me harder but it only made my pussy scream for him. “I can feel how wet you’re getting for me.”
