Page 60 of Ruin
I clench my jaw tight, not wanting to give him an answer. He doesn’t deserve that.
He laughs huskily.
“I miss your pretty little hole you know. I think about it all the time.” He grinds his hips against me. “I’ve jerked off every night since I’ve been here, thinking about your tight hole wrapped around my cock.”
“Shut up,” I say, but my words are so weak it’s laughable.
“How much longer do you want me to wait for you, Kolton? Should I be waiting at all?” His lips press to my neck, dragging his nose along the column of my throat. “Or should I just take what I want?”
I don’t answer him. I can’t. I’m embarrassed of what I want. I’m an idiot for wanting it. I’m too weak to tell him to stop and too ashamed to ask him to keep going. I want nothing more than for him to take what he wants, even if I tell him no.
He flicks open the button of my jeans, pulling back to stare into my eyes. He unzips the zipper slowly, then slides his hand inside and grasps my cock. He groans when he finds me hard.
“My sweet boy is always so hard for me, even after all this time?”
“Yes.”
I finally manage to find my voice, and of course now’s the time.
Lucian grabs my hip and spins me around, using all his weight to shove me against the hood of my truck. The summer breeze is cool on my bare skin when he shoves my pants down. I groan when he spreads me open and gasp when his hot tongue is on my hole.
“Fuck!” I shout, slamming my fist against the hood.
I hate how much I’ve missed this. I hate how good it feels.
He laps at my hole for only a few seconds before he pulls away. The whimper that escapes me is fucking embarrassing, but then I feel his dick pressing into me.
“Tell me to stop now. It’s your only chance.”
He’s never fucked me bare before. Never. Not once in the seven years we were together.
“Kolton—”
“Stop treating me like a fucking piece of glass!” I growl, slamming both hands against the truck.
I regret my words immediately, when he rams his cock inside me. I think I black out because the pain is so fucking bad. But when I come to, he’s moaning, his hands tight on my hips.
It hurts so bad, but this is the hurt I remember. This is the hurt that I crave. The kind that is going to have me sore for days, that will remind me I’m alive and that Lucian loves me. It’s the best kind of torture.
He fucks me hard and fast, just as he promised. Each thrust is more painful than the last, but all I can do is smile because nothing has ever felt so good. Lucian tangles his fingers in my hair, pulling my head back.
“Is this what you wanted, you little slut? You wanted me to take you without permission? You needed me to show you how fucking badly I want you? So bad that I don’t fucking care if you tell me no?”
I smile as I stare into the night sky, the moon above us bright and full.
“Tell me I’m yours,” I say.
He laughs, grinding into me. “You are mine, Kolton. You always have been, and you always will be. Whether you like it or not.” He pulls out and slams back in before latching onto my neck and sucking my skin.
“I’ve missed this tight ass. I’m going to fill it with my cum.”
“Fuck yes,” I groan.
His hand falls from my hair and presses between my shoulder blades, shoving me forward and thrusting into me harder.
“This is my ass, and I’ll take it whenever I want it, do you understand?”
I whimper and it earns me a hard smack on my ass.
