Page 45 of Ruined (The Knights of Ruin)

My mouth opened beneath his as I gasped, my hips rocking, pushing against him, and he muttered a vicious-sounding curse against my lips.

His fingers curled into the waistband of my panties, jerking hard, tearing through the lace. Then they were gone and his fingers were between my thighs, sliding through the slick folds of my pussy, finding my clit and circling in hard, tight circles.

I stiffened, unable to stop a desperate, choked sound escaping my throat. His touch was electric, the pleasure white-hot—unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

The sheer intensity of it hooked into the panic that was simmering below the surface, frightening me. My hands were on his chest, wanting to push him away, to stop this, but he eased one finger into me, then another, spread them apart, stretching me.

‘Smoke... Oh, God...’ I couldn’t stop the words pouring out of my mouth. ‘Jesus... Please... Smoke, I can’t... I don’t...’

His mouth was on mine again, kissing me hungrily, and his fingers were sliding deeper into my pussy. I shuddered, the hot wall of muscle beneath my palms searing me like the element on a stove. I was going to catch fire. I was going to burn alive right here in his arms.

His mouth moved to my jaw, down my throat, his teeth closed around the cords of my neck. ‘You’re so fucking wet.’

His voice was dark as midnight, husky and rough.

‘So fucking tight. I knew you would be. I just knew it.’

He drew his hand back, sliding his fingers out, then back in, again and again, fucking me slowly, making me pant and gasp and writhe in his arms.

‘You want my cock, kitten? Tell me you want it.’ His voice got impossibly deeper. ‘Beg me for it.’

I couldn’t breathe. It was like everything in me was drawn so tight the slightest breath would shatter me into a thousand pieces. Yet I wanted to move. I wanted to end this desperate ache, this need that was eating me alive.

I knew he was going to do it—fuck me right here in this hallway, where anyone could see us. And I didn’t care. I just wanted this hunger to be gone.

‘I w-want your cock,’ I stuttered hoarsely. ‘I want it right now.’

‘Where do you want it?’

His fingers curled inside me, his thumb moving in a slow, slick circle over my clit.

I groaned. ‘I want it in my pussy. Please, Smoke. Please...’

He shifted again, his fingers sliding out of me, making me tremble at the loss. While he held me against the wall he reached behind him to his wallet, deftly extracting a condom packet one-handed, before letting the wallet fall carelessly to the floor. He ripped the packet open with his teeth, discarding the wrapper and rolling the latex down. Then he gripped my thighs hard and positioned himself.

I could feel the head of his cock press against the entrance of my pussy, and I shook so hard it felt like I was going to come apart right there and then.

‘Cat.’

My name was a harsh order.

‘Fucking look at me.’

I did, but the expression on his face was so intense I could hardly stand it. Hunger and desperation and also anger. An anger I didn’t understand.

His hips flexed and he was pushing into me, my slick flesh was parting before him, stretching around him, and the feel of him tipped me off the ledge I was only barely clinging to. The orgasm crashed over me, a massive shudder shaking my body as I cried out, lights bursting behind my eyes.

He didn’t even pause, sliding deep inside me, holding me fast with my legs wrapped around his lean waist, the unbelievable heat of his body between my thighs.

I groaned at the sensation of him inside me, because he was big and it had been a long time since I’d had sex. Not to mention the fact that the aftershocks of my orgasm were like tiny bolts of electricity arcing from nerve ending to nerve ending, sensitising every part of me.

Then he was drawing his hips back, driving into me deep and fast and wild. Each thrust slammed me hard into the corner. I arched in his arms, shocked as that tight, impossible ache began to build again, the sharp need coiling tighter with each slide of his cock inside me. I gripped his T-shirt, my fingers fisting in the cotton, panting and then groaning again as he tilted my hips and changed the angle of his thrusts, so the base of his cock was grinding against my clit.

My head fell back against the wall, pleasure rising higher and higher, and the sounds of his ragged breathing and his sharp, hard grunts as he fucked me filled the space between us.

I’d never imagined it would be like this. Not with him. I’d never imaged this with him at all. And the worst part was knowing that it wasn’t something we could pretend hadn’t happened. We couldn’t ignore it.

It was fierce, incendiary. It was going to change everything.

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