Page 103 of Boy of Ruin
For me.
Everything he’s ever done…it’s been for me.
“Sid,” he whispers, “are you sure you want me?”
“You deserve the world. I’d burn it down before I let you have less.” I think of those words to me, the ones he’d spoken in Nicolas’s apartment.
I drop his hands, cross my arms and pull my shirt over my head, letting it fall to the floor. I see his eyes go to my breasts, down over my stomach, swollen with a baby that isn’t his. Over the name he carved into my skin. His.
His chest heaves, nearly brushing mine, but I sit up on my knees, pull down my shorts, and when both of us are completely naked save for his black boxer briefs, I push him gently back against the arm of the couch.
I plant my hands on either side of his hips, crawling down his body, my eyes on his. Slowly, I pull off his boxers, toss them with the rest of our clothes, then wrap my fingers around his hard cock.
Glancing down, my eyes widen at just how fucking big he is, and I want him inside of me all over again.
But I want to make him feel good, first.
I part my lips as his fingers come to my hair and he groans as my mouth touches the tip of his cock, teasing him. That sound—masculine and full of want—has my stomach fluttering, and it takes effort to keep teasing him.
But he doesn’t let me do it for long.
“You want me to hurt you again?” he asks me, his voice low.
I meet his gaze, my mouth just over the tip of his cock as I’m crouched over him. I nod my head, and his fingers tighten in my hair before he shoves downward.
I gag, my eyes watering at how full he is in my mouth, the back of my throat. My stomach clenches, but I don’t want him to stop.
Slowly, he drags me up by my hair, brushes his thumb over my cheek. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” he whispers, his voice strained. “How long I’ve waited for you?” He guides me back down, and saliva drips from my mouth, my eyes watering all over again.
He tastes fucking divine. I bring my hands to his hips, steadying me.
“I’ve wanted your mouth on me for years, Sid.” There’s venom in those words, and he forces me further down, my fingers digging into him. “Everyone else got you. Everyone.”
My chest tightens as I meet his gaze in the dim light.
He drags me off of him, then without warning, reaches down, hauls me onto his lap. It seems effortless for him to fucking manhandle me. I circle my fingers around his cock, stroking him as he stares at me, hands on my thighs.
I feel the heat from him against my slit, so close we’re touching, but I’ll have to angle myself up to get him inside of me.
I make to do just that, but he holds me down, shaking his head, his eyes hard.
“No,” he says, anger in that word. “Not yet. Now you have to fucking wait.”
I stroke him faster, harder. “I don’t want to,” I tell him, biting my lip as I stare at him. I run my tongue over my bottom lip, taste blood, see his jaw tick with his self-control. We’re so fucking close, and I’m so fucking wet and I…I want him again.
But his hands trail up my thighs, over the slight curve of my hips, then his palms splay against my belly, covering his name.
“We should be doing this together.”
I stop stroking him, my fingers still wrapped him, but my eyes are frozen on his.
“This should be mine.”
My heart skips a beat in my chest.
His fingers curl slightly, light pressure against my low belly.
He angles his head. “Tell me you know that, baby. Tell me you made a mistake with him. You fucked this up.” His jaw tightens as he stares at me, fingers still pressed against my skin. “You’ve always been mine. Tell me that.”
