Page 46 of Ruined

“I am not a merciful master, girl, and you are no obedient mate. You are the little beast who guards my interests, and now you have turned your fangs on me. I will remove them. I will more than break you. I will domesticate you.”

He is looking down at me with the most loving expression as he says these terrible things, his handsome features contorted with clear pleasure as he makes these threats. He enjoys the concept of cruelty. He relishes being a manifestation of terror.

“I don’t think you will,” I say, finding confidence I did not know I had.

“No?” He tilts his head and gazes at me with dark affection. “Why not?”

“Because you have no use for anything without fangs. You like my teeth. And you like the devil in my soul. You like everything about me that everybody else has always hated, and that is why you will never really hurt me, no matter what you say.”

“Terrible girl,” Angelo purrs affectionately, fisting my hair in his hand before kissing me deeply.

His kiss drives all fear from me, because it is a kiss of pure possession. Perhaps I will turn him loose and he will give chase, keeping his word of brutally breaking me. Or maybe I will gain the upper hand and escape his vengeance for a time at least. We are locked in a stalemate — or rather, he is. Schroedinger’s Angelo. He is both free, and not free. And lying in his arms, I occupy the same state of captivity and freedom.

“I can’t let you go,” I murmur against his mouth. “I don’t know if I want to. I think I want you where I have you.”

“Of course you do,” Angelo purrs. “But deep down, you know you need me free.”

“Why?”

He runs a hand down my back, fingernails lightly scratching through the fabric of my top.

“Because you crave the pain only I can bring you. Nobody else in this world will hurt you as perfectly as I do, Riley.”

He’s right. My belly clenches low, my arousal rising through me. This began as vengeance for a cruel and unnecessary test, but it has become something else. I wish to suckle at the very source of his cruelty.

I slide down his body, not for a moment even thinking of taking his shackles off. I work his fly open and his cock springs free. I felt it hard against my belly and now it stands erect before my eyes, lips, and tongue.

Without a word, I engulf his cock with my mouth. I take him as deeply as I can, feeling the way he throbs against my sensitive tongue. I lick all the way up the length of his cock, thrilling to the way his breathing changes, becoming shorter. His body is tighter, muscles in his thighs hard beneath my soft curves as I use my mouth to take him from his state of erectness to a one of unbridled need.

I hear him flex and hit his chains, hear the growl of frustration as the great Angelo Vitali finds himself trapped just as surely as any great beast might be.

I look up his body and meet his eyes. There is a moment of intense connection where our beasts meet, two growling, snarling, slavering things rising from the very depths of our mutual beings. This is the true basis of our connection. This is why he could not kill me and why I now cannot let him go.

Angelo made himself master of Bobby, and he tried to make me as tame as him, but there is a part of me that remains forever feminine, and forever wild.

I wrap my lips around his cock and remind him that I am unnameable, and that testing me will not lead to Bobby’s brutal but easy submission. I will always be a creature to be reckoned with.

Angelo snarls and reaches for my head, his fingers gripping at my hair in a facsimile of control as he tries to wrest power back by fucking my face, pulling my impudent mouth down on his cock over and over again, the head of his dick hitting the back of my throat.

I feel his power, his malice, his mastery, but I am not broken by it. I am not cowed by it. I do not cringe, simper, or submit.

I meet his power with my own.

I let him feel my teeth, just enough to remind him that whatever submission he might impose on me, I take it of my free will. I am dangerous too, and I always will be.

He slows his thrusts and lets out a long sigh of what sounds like satisfaction to me.

I meet his energy. And he meets mine. For a while we are soft together. I move my mouth in languid motions, giving him pleasure and giving myself a sense of control. There is something of the end of summer in this moment, of an era coming to a close. Angelo cannot allow me to get away with having captured him. We both know that. He will have to punish me. He will have to hurt me. He will have to make me pay.

I do not know how this will end, but I know that it must. Then Angelo uses his grip on my hair to pull my mouth from his cock and looks deep into my eyes.

“I love you, Riley,” he purrs down at me, his dark gaze lit with true, dark affection. “But…” He snaps his hand out of one cuff with a sound that echoes around the basement and resonates with my very soul.

I stare at his bare wrist, realizing that the devil I thought I had caught is not trapped at all.

Angelo gives me a look of pure amorous obsession. When he speaks it is in a deep, primal, accented hiss.

“Run, little girl. Run.”

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