Page 88 of Ruin

“Break something. Fix it with money. That how you do things nowadays, Z?”

I know I’ve hit a nerve from the flare of anger in his eyes. And that excites the hell out of me.

“Tell me you love me,” he says through a clenched jaw.

“Fuck you,” I bite.

“I will when you say it, Dove.” He gently brushes his lips over mine. “Tell me you love me, and I’ll give you what you want. My cock deep inside you.”

He thrusts up, pressing against my pussy, and I know I’ve soaked through the material of his shorts.

He chuckles a knowing sound, and it sends fury hurtling through me.

So, I sink my teeth into his bottom lip and bite down hard.

He hisses and pulls back, tongue licking at the wound.

And I get off on the taste of his pain on my tongue.

“You wanna hurt me, Dove?”

Yes. I want to hurt you. And fuck you. And love you…and Jesus fucking Christ! I feel like I’m going to explode with all the feelings burning up inside me.

“So, hurt me. Do what you have to. Take what you need.”

So, I do.

I curl my hands around the back of his head and yank him back to me.

I fiercely kiss him.

It’s rage and want and pure, unadulterated need.

Teeth clashing. Raw, painful, impassioned kissing.

And he gives it right back to me.

I shove my hands up inside his sweatshirt and rake my nails down his chest.

He pushes up my sweater and yanks down the cup of my bra. Bending his head down, he takes my breast in his mouth.

Teeth dragging over the delicate skin, he bites my nipple at the exact same time that he shoves a thick finger deep inside me from behind.

“Ahh,” I moan.

And then another finger before he starts to fuck me with them.

“Always so fucking tight,” he groans.

I drag his mouth back up to mine, needing to kiss him more than I need air.

He’s fucking me with his hand, his palm slapping against my ass with each penetration of his fingers.

And all I want—need to do is come.

I grind my clit against his cock. The friction bringing stars to my eyes.

I hear a sound of pure need and realize it came from me.