Page 55 of Consummate Ruin


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Alex

Istrip off my tuxedo jacket and throw it away. The bowtie follows, ripped from my neck.

She lies there, ass still raised, skin covered in a sheen of perspiration, thighs damp with her arousal, pussy pink and wet and exposed.

Fucking beautiful.

She spits out her thong, and it lies on the sheet beside her face, a damp ball of cloth.

Perhaps she thinks I’ve finished punishing her.

“What did I even do wrong?”

Her question is a plea, but she’s not protesting anymore. And though I’ve released the grip on the back of her neck, she’s not trying to move.

She hasn’t even lowered her ass. It’s like she’s offeringherself to me.

Who am I to say no?

I kick my shoes off, rip off my shirt. Buttons ping away. My clothes are an irritant now. I want her skin against mine.

“You danced with another man.”

“You fuckingkissedanotherwoman.”

I pause in the act of unfastening my pants. “No,” I say slowly. “Shekissedme.”

“That doesn’t make any difference.”

“Yes, it does.” The distinction’s important. It’severything.

“You could’ve stopped her.”

I strip off the rest of my clothes and lean over her. My hand returns to the back of her neck, my mouth near her ear. “Idid,” I hiss.

She whimpers at my touch, at my grip. Such a delicious sound.

She’s usually near-silent when we’ve made love in the past. There’s been the occasional moan, and I’ve made her cry out in pleasure. But nothing like tonight.

No involuntary little whimpers, telling me how aroused she is.

Nothing so raw, nothing so goddamnneedy.

But we’re not making love. I’ve punished her, made her come, and now I’m going to fuck her.

“You deserve this,” I remind her.

“For what? Dancing with someone else?”

She’s still arguing. Iloveit. She’s pinned beneath my hand, naked and wet and helpless. She must know what I’m going to do to her, and she’sstillarguing.

That’s my girl.

“I didn’t like seeing his hands on you. You’remine.”

“One, it was a goddamndance. It’s very difficult to dance without touching your partner. Two, I’m notyours. You lost the prerogative to call me that when I returned the ring.”