Page 38 of Lust

Her chest heaves, and her pussy seizes around my cock. I tighten my grip on her throat as her orgasm intensifies, and my own body responds with an involuntary gush, pumping her full as she continues to tighten around me. As I come, darkness creeps around my own field of vision, and I marvel at how Ruby is completely at my mercy, yet her body owns mine entirely.

Finally, fully spent, we collapse onto the desk. I feel myself begin to slide out of her, and her hand reaches down to capture our juices before they spill out onto the floor.

“No.” I swat her hand away. “We’ve marked this room. Let him find the signs that you were claimed right here on his desk.”

A drip of cum falls from between her legs and we both watch it hit the cold linoleum floor. Ruby’s eyes lift up and her gaze meets mine, the icy flames in those twin gems nearly melting my heart.

“Aaron.” My name caresses me. She lifts her lips toward my face, eyelids lowering like twilight.

“Panties on.” I hand her a lacy pair out of my jacket pocket. “You’re going to wear these to catch the rest of my cum as a reminder of who owns you now.”

“Who owns me?” Her mouth curls up. “You act as though you won me at auction, Aaron. I didn’t even know I was on the block.”

“There are still a few more bids to place before the deal is final.” I don’t allow myself to smile. “You’ve been living in purgatory for far too long.” My sweeping gesture encompasses not only this little box of a room, but this store, this town, her marriage. “I’m about to set you free.”

At the mention of freedom, a tear pools in the corner of her eye. It draws me like a magnet.

“I know what happened, Ruby.” I catch the tear on the edge of my little finger, then lick its salty moisture off my skin. “You went off to be a star. You were poised to explode over the universe, and then you disappeared. I searched for you for twenty years. I only found out what happened after I realized you were married.”

More tears follow, and my fingers can’t possibly catch them all, so I wrap my arms around her and let my shoulder absorb her sobs.

“You’re the one who disappeared,” she says finally. “That last week of school, you never showed up. I never got to say goodbye before I left for New York.”

“Brent never told you.” I lean back from the embrace, searching her face for any clue that she knew.

Only confusion registers on her face as she shakes her head.

“I was in the hospital.” My jaw clenches.

Her brows furrowed even further.

“Your husband and his friends beat the crap out of me.” My teeth grind.

Her mouth drops open.

“I’m so sorry.” Her hand flies to her face, hiding her shock.

“You didn’t do it.”

“But I can’t believe I married him.”

“I’m sure you had your reasons.” I search her eyes, but see only more tears.

“I was so lonely. When he promised me that who he was in high school had just been for show, I believed him.” She squeezes her eyes shut and bows her head. “I can’t believe he hurt you.”

“You didn’t know.” I hug her tightly again, then release her. “It changed me, though. Brought on dark thoughts. And urges.”

“Urges?” She looks up at me.

“To hurt people.”

“Like, sexually?”

I pause before nodding, hesitant to admit my desires even to her. “Among other things.”

Her tongue runs out along her upper lip, then she bites down on the lower one, leaving a faint imprint of her teeth in the smooth pink skin.

“I fantasize about it sometimes.” She smiles shyly.

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