52. Her Ruin
A Smutty Epilogue
My hands grip her thighs firmly, keeping her open for me as I drag my tongue over her again, slow and dirty, savoring the way her body responds even while she sleeps. A low, breathy moan escapes her lips, and I smirk against her, my tongue flicking against her swollen clit with just enough pressure to make her hips buck.
She stirs, her lashes fluttering as another moan slips free. I press my lips to her again, sucking gently before letting my teeth graze her, and that’s what does it. Her eyes snap open, hazy with confusion and pleasure as she looks down at me.
“Dominic,” she breathes, her voice thick with sleep. She tries to move, to pull back, but I pin her hips down, my grin widening.
“Morning,” I say, my voice low and gravelly. “Thought I’d start your day off right.”
Her hands fly to my hair, tangling in the strands as she arches against me, her body betraying any protest she might have been about to make.
“You—you can’t just wake me up like this,” she says, her voice trembling as another moan escapes her.
I chuckle, the sound vibrating against her sensitive flesh, and she gasps. “I think I just did,” I say, my tone smug as I drag my tongue over her again, slower this time, making her squirm. “And judging by how wet you are, I’d say you don’t mind.”
She doesn’t respond, not with words. Instead, her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me closer as her hips move on their own, chasing the friction I’m giving her.
“Dominic,” she whimpers, her voice breathy and desperate now. “Please.”
I pause, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze, my lips glistening. “Please what?” I ask, my voice teasing, knowing damn well I’m driving her insane.
Her cheeks flush, and she glares at me, but there’s no heat in it. “You know what.”
I cock my head, feigning innocence. “I want to hear you say it, baby. Tell me what you want.”
Her lips part, her breaths coming faster as I let my thumb slide down her slit, circling her clit with just enough pressure to make her cry out.
“I—I want you to make me come,” she finally says, her voice breaking on the last word.
“Good girl,” I murmur, leaning back down and replacing my thumb with my mouth.
I work her relentlessly, alternating between sucking and flicking my tongue, my hands gripping her thighs to keep her exactly where I want her. She’s close—I can feel it in the way her body tightens, the way her moans grow louder, more frantic.
“Dom—oh, God,” she gasps, her back arching off the bed as she teeters on the edge. “I’m—”
“Let go,” I say, my voice muffled against her. “Come for me, Aria.”
She cries out, her body arching off the bed as her release hits, her grip on my hair almost painful, but I don’t stop. I keep working her through it, my tongue relentless, until she’s shaking and gasping, trying to push me away.
“Too much,” she pants, her voice hoarse as she tries to catch her breath. “Dominic, stop, I can’t—”
I finally relent, pressing a soft kiss to her swollen, sensitive core before crawling up her body. Her skin is flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and when I meet her gaze, the look in her eyes is pure fire.
“That,” she says, her voice hoarse, “was the most unfair wake-up call ever.”
I grin, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips, letting her taste herself on me. “Unfair?” I echo. “I’d call it thorough.”
Her fingers trail down my chest, her touch light but possessive, and she raises an eyebrow. “Oh, you think you’re done?”
My grin widens, and I nip at her bottom lip. “Not even close.”
She rolls her eyes, but there’s a playful glint in them now as she stretches beneath me, her body still humming with the aftermath of her release. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”
“Only when it comes to you,” I reply, my voice softening as I brush a strand of hair from her face. “Always you.”
Her expression shifts, her teasing smile giving way to something warmer, more vulnerable. She cups my face in her hands, pulling me down for a slower, deeper kiss, and I let myself sink into it, savoring the moment.
When she pulls back, her lips still brushing against mine, she smirks. “Guess I’ll have to return the favor later.”
I laugh, low and dark, my hands roaming her body, already thinking about all the ways I’ll ruin her before she gets the chance. “We’ll see if you can still walk later, Little Sinner.”
She moves beneath me, her fingers trailing down my chest with deliberate slowness, and I can feel her confidence building. She smirks, her lips brushing against my jaw as her hand moves lower, her touch teasing.
“Your turn,” she whispers as she grabs my cock, stroking it.
I lean back slightly, giving her room as she moves to straddle me, her thighs warm against my hips. She takes her time, her hands exploring every inch of my skin like she’s trying to memorize it. It’s a nice thought—her thinking she’s in control—but I already know how this is going to end.
“You think you’ve got what it takes, Little Sinner?” I ask, a smirk tugging at my lips as I watch her.
She narrows her eyes at me, her grin widening. “I think I’ve got you exactly where I want you,” she replies, leaning down to kiss me, slow and deep, her hands tangling in my hair. She bites my bottom lip, tugging it playfully before trailing her mouth down my neck, her nails grazing my chest.
I let her have her moment, watching as she kisses her way lower, licking around my nipple piercings, her lips brushing over my abs. Her confidence is intoxicating, her determination to take the reins sparking something primal in me. She’s bold, fearless even, but she has no idea what she’s walking into.
Her smirk is defiant as she wraps her hand around my cock, stroking me slowly, like she knows exactly how to drive me crazy. Her tongue flicks out, teasing the tip, and I feel my body tighten, my control already slipping.
She’s good—too good. But that’s the thing about Aria. She always underestimates just how far I’m willing to go to remind her who’s in charge.
She takes me deeper, her lips soft and warm around me, and for a moment, I let her work my cock, let her think she’s winning. My head falls back, a low growl rumbling in my chest as her tongue swirls, her hands gripping my thighs for leverage.
“So eager to please.”
She hums in response, her eyes flicking up to meet mine, and I can see the smugness there. She thinks she has me on the ropes, thinks I’m at her mercy. And that’s when I decide to remind her just how wrong she is.
“Cute,” I say, my voice taunting. “But let me show you how this works.”
My hand tightens in her hair, and I tug her head back, forcing her to look at me. Her lips part in surprise, but I see the flicker of excitement in her eyes and the way her breath hitches.
“Did I say you could tease me?” I growl, sitting up and keeping my grip firm. “If you’re going to put that mouth to use, you’d better do it right.”
Her lips part, a retort on the tip of her tongue, but I don’t give her the chance. I guide her back down, my other hand cupping her jaw as I press my cock against her lips.
“Open,” I command. She hesitates for half a second before obeying, her tongue flicking out as I push past her lips. “Good girl. Now take it all.”
I don’t let her set the pace this time. My grip in her hair tightens as I guide her, my hips moving in slow, controlled thrusts. She gags slightly, her hands flying to my thighs to steady herself, but I don’t let up.
I can feel the heat of her palms, the way her nails dig into my skin as she struggles to keep up.
“Don’t look away,” I snap, my voice sharper now. Her gaze locks on mine, her eyes watering, but she doesn’t dare close them. “That’s it. You wanted to be in charge? Show me how well you can take it.”
She moans around me, the sound vibrating through my body, and I curse under my breath, my grip tightening in her hair. I slow my movements, letting her catch her breath, but I don’t release her.
“Look at you,” I murmur, brushing a thumb over her cheek as she takes me again. “My perfect little slut, this is where you belong, isn’t it? With your lips wrapped around my cock and letting me use you.”
She glares up at me, her eyes watering, but there’s no real fight in her. If anything, the flush spreading across her cheeks, the way her thighs press together, tells me she likes this more than she wants to admit.
“What’s the matter, Little Sinner?” I taunt, tilting her head to take me deeper. “Too much for you? Or are you just mad you’re not in charge anymore?”
Her response is to hollow her cheeks, taking me so deep I feel a sharp jolt of pleasure that has me gripping her hair tighter, a groan ripping from my throat. She smirks around me, her eyes glinting with triumph, and for a moment, I almost let her have it.
Almost.
Her nails dig into my skin, her eyes watering as I push her limits, but she doesn’t pull away. If anything, she leans into it, her body softening, submitting, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck, Aria,” I groan, my head tipping back as the pleasure builds, sharp and unrelenting. “This mouth was made for my cock.”
She moans again, the vibration sending a shockwave through me, and I glance down to see her looking up at me, her eyes glazed with desire and submission. It’s enough to make me lose what little control I have left.
I pull her up suddenly, crashing my lips against hers, not caring about the mess we’ve made. She clings to me, her body pliant against mine, and when I roll her onto her back, pinning her beneath me, she doesn’t fight it.
“You don’t get to win,” I murmur against her lips, my voice rough with need. “Not here. Not with me.”
Her breathless laugh sends a shiver down my spine. “Who said I wanted to win?”
I freeze, staring down at her, and the look in her eyes—the absolute trust, the raw vulnerability—hits me like nothing else. For a moment, I can’t breathe, can’t think. Then, I lower myself onto her, pressing every inch of me against her, and I let my forehead rest against hers.
“You drive me fucking insane,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
Her hands slide up my back, her nails grazing my skin as she pulls me closer. “Good,” she whispers back. “Now shut up and ruin me.”
And fuck, do I oblige.
I crush my mouth against hers, swallowing her gasp as I press her harder into the mattress. My hands roam her body, claiming every curve, every inch, and I’m relentless in the way I touch her—rough and utterly unapologetic.
She arches beneath me, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer as if she can’t get enough.
“Ruin you?” I murmur against her lips, my voice rough, taunting. “Oh, baby, I’ll do more than that. I’ll fucking destroy you.”
Her eyes flash, her lips curving into a wicked smirk as she looks up at me. “Promises, promises,” she teases, her voice breathless, but still daring.
I growl, my hand sliding down to grip her thigh, pulling her leg higher up my side. “You’re going to regret saying that, Little Sinner.”
Her laughter is cut off by a gasp as I grind against her, letting her feel exactly how much she’s pushed me to the edge. She’s soaked, her slickness coating me as I slide against her, teasing, driving her mad.
“Dominic,” she whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders as she tries to shift her hips, desperate for more.
I smirk, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “What do you want, baby?” I ask, my voice low, taunting. “Say it.”
Her breath catches, her head tipping back as she tries to move against me, but I hold her in place, my grip firm. “I want you,” she says, her voice trembling. “I want you to take me hard.”
I chuckle darkly, nipping at her ear. “Take you?” I repeat, my tone mocking. “I’ve already got you, Aria. You’re mine—every inch of you. But I want to hear you beg for it.”
Her eyes blaze with frustration, but she swallows her pride, her hands clutching at me as she looks up, desperate and defiant all at once.
“Please,” she breathes. “Please, Dominic, I need you.”
“More.”
“Dominic!” she screams. “Please, fuck me! I need you, fuck, I need you!”
“Good girl,” I murmur, and before she can say another word, I thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion.
Her cry fills the room, her nails raking down my back as her body tightens around me, hot and perfect and made just for me. I still for a moment, savoring the way she feels, the way her legs tremble as they wrap around me and her pussy quivers.
“Fuck, Aria,” I groan, my forehead pressing against hers. “You feel like heaven, baby.”
Her breath hitches, her hands sliding up to tangle in my hair as she pulls me closer. “Then don’t stop,” she whispers, her voice shaky. “I want all of it.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I move, my pace rough and ruthless, my hands gripping her hips to keep her in place as I take her over and over again. She meets me thrust for thrust; her moans turning into desperate cries as I push her closer to the edge.
I could take her from behind, but fuck me, I love the way she looks when I ruin her.
“You always take me so well,” I murmur, my voice rough and breathless as I watch her come undone beneath me. “Every inch of you was made for me, Aria. Don’t ever forget that.”
Her reply is lost in a broken moan as her body clenches around me, her release close.
“You like being in control, huh?” I ask, my lips brushing against her ear. “But deep down, you love it when I take it away, don’t you?” She doesn’t respond, her lips pressed together, but her body tells me everything I need to know. The way she moves against me, the way her thighs tremble—it’s all the answer I need.
“Say it,” I order and stop thrusting, leaving her on the edge. “Say you love it.”
Her eyes snap open, blazing with frustration and desire. “I hate you,” she spits, but there’s no venom in her words, just desperation.
I laugh, leaning down to nip at her bottom lip. “Try again, Little Sinner. Or I’ll leave you like this, begging and empty.”
Her breath catches, her body arching against me, and finally, she breaks. “I love it,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.
“Louder,” I demand, slamming back inside of her.
“I love it!” she cries, her head tipping back, her entire body trembling as she teeters on the edge again.
“Good. Fucking. Girl,” I growl, my lips pressing against hers as I finally let her fall, her release shattering through her with a cry that echoes in the room. I don’t stop driving her through it, my own control slipping as I chase my own release.
When it finally hits, it’s like a freight train, ripping through me with a force that leaves me trembling. I collapse on top of her, my arms wrapping around her as I bury my face in her neck, my breathing ragged and uneven.
For a long moment, neither of us move; the only sound in the room was our labored breathing. Then, slowly, I lift my head, meeting her gaze. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen, and there’s a softness in her eyes that makes my chest tighten.
“Still think you’re in charge?” I murmur, my voice rough but teasing as I brush a strand of hair from her face.
She smirks, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest. “I think I let you win this one.”
I laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. “You can tell yourself that, Little Sinner. But we both know the truth.”
She hums, her arms tightening around me as she pulls me closer. “What’s the truth?”
I grin, my lips brushing against hers as I murmur, “The truth is, you were mine the moment you looked at me like I was the only thing in this world that could break you. And now? Now you’re addicted to it.”
Her fingers grip my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as she whispers, “And what about you, Dominic? Are you mine?”
The question punches through me, but I don’t hesitate. I can’t. “I’ve always been yours,” I admit, my voice low, gravelly. “From the second I laid eyes on you, I knew I’d either ruin you or die trying. Turns out, I ruined myself in the process.”
Her lips part like she’s about to say something, but I silence her with a kiss, slow and deep, stealing the breath from her lungs until we’re both trembling. Her fingers curl into my hair, her grip tight as she deepens the kiss, and for a moment, it feels like the world outside doesn’t exist.
It’s just us—chaos and blood and heat, tangled together in a way that’s as destructive as it is perfect.
When I pull back, her eyes are glazed, her body soft beneath mine, and I know I have her exactly where I want her.
Because love like ours doesn’t heal. It destroys.
And I’ll destroy anyone who tries to take her from me.