CHAPTER SEVEN
Ember
“Every word she wanted to spit at him became muffled by moans.”
My face feels heavy as I turn over in bed. Why do I feel like absolute shit? My eyes flutter against the strange red lights and I lean up to collect myself.
When my vision clears, I huff. Why am I still here? The memories of last night begin to dawn on me and I look around the room for Ronan. He sits on the chair in the corner. The mask off and his head thrown back against the wall, soft snores leave him and I shudder.
Why did god have to be so nice to him, even asleep he looks fucking hot.
His plump lips are slightly open and his hair is brushed away from in front of his face.
I honestly thought he had a big ass forehead because he wears his hair over his eyes but he doesn’t.
His features are sharp all around, including his chiseled body.
I get up and walk over to him to get a closer look. I lean against the chair's armrest and softly push back a few of the strands that had fallen.
Small freckles dot his nose but stop there.
His nose is slightly crooked like he had broken it before and both nostrils are dotted with double nose piercings.
His lips are just as covered in piercings—two rings come out of his mouth and over his bottom lip.
In his ear are dangled crosses. Hmm, so he’s religious.
I reach up to touch his lip piercing but he catches my hand and twists it behind my back. Before I can stop him I’m already laying on the floor, stomach down, with him behind me. His erection pushes against my ass and his face hovers right beside mine.
“Little Devil.” He hums. “Did your parents not teach you to keep your hands to yourself?”
I struggle beneath him, trying to get free. My elbow pops in this uncomfortable position and I breathe out in pain.
“Did you ever learn how to treat woman with respect, you fucking ass?” I hiss and buckle below him.
He tsks and pulls my arm back tighter. I groan and try to lift myself up with my other arm but it's no use, his heavy weight keeps me pinned to the ground.
“You should learn to stop cursing and then maybe I’ll learn to respect you.” I roll my eyes at his answer but don’t respond.
Maybe if I stay silent he’ll let me go and when he does I’m going to kick his ass. He rubs himself against me, his erection pokes against the fabric right at my center, making me squirm below him.
“Count to ten and I might let you go.” I turn to him the best I can. He smirks down at me enjoying this little game of his.
“Seriously? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He lifts me up higher. My arm now bends behind me painfully and half of my body hovers above the floor.
The feel of the pain and the way he feels as he dry humps me should turn me off but I moan—my lips sealing shut just as fast as they open.
“Come on, Little Devil. Count to ten for me.” His breath fans my cheeks as he whispers and goosebumps spike across my neck. I close my eyes in embarrassment and begin to count.
“1.” Thrust. “2.” Thrust. “3.” Thrust.
Each time a number leaves my lips the harder he rubs his cock against my core. I can feel my release building. It's like being at the edge of a waterfall and not getting enough traction to fall off. Each wave pulls me further out, so close yet so far.
At number ten I don’t want it to end. I stumble over my words and my body begins to quiver.
This should be humiliating but he’s a stranger and he doesn’t know anything about me.
It’s not like he’s the type of guy to go talking about what he does behind closed doors.
I whimper and push myself into him, but his grip remains taut around my arm—keeping me at a certain distance.
He waits patiently behind me, softly grazing himself over me but nothing more.
“T–ten” I whisper, not understanding my own words coming out of my mouth.
“What’s that?” He groans above me, his cock pushes against me once more.
I breathe out, trying to convince myself that I lost my mind yesterday and that this is all a dream.
“Ten.” I whimper and he slides over me. He’s so hard I can feel the large outline of his cock against my center.
I clench my thighs tighter together as my orgasm tears through me. My eyes flutter and the arm I was using to hold myself up goes limp. He wraps his arm around my waist and lets my other arm fall back to my side. He lifts me to stand and his pale grey eyes meet my own in an intense stare.
“That's just a taste of what I can give you, Little Devil, imagine us without clothes on.” That's all he says before he walks over to the table and grabs an old broken knife. I’m at a loss for words. My legs wobble underneath me and it’s hard for me to catch my breath.
“I found the item.”
Am I really losing my mind?
“Ok…uh, I’m sorry about last night.” I don’t even know what to say.
Last night was rough for me. My emotions were all over the place and I really took it out on him. It’s not his fault I’m here. I chose to participate in this game of hell. As for my apology I don’t expect him to accept it, I know I wouldn’t. I acted rash and temperamental.
“No big deal. I know a panic attack when I see one.” He throws the old knife back on the table and it lands with a resonating thud.
I walk over to the small window and look out. It's very cloudy, I can barely see the sun peeking through them. How long did we sleep for?
I look up and the time on the clock reads 63:27, we slept for six hours and were awake for three of them arguing.
Great.
“How do we move to the next clue? Do we just match the item with the clue and leave them on the table? When we’re finished then what?” I ask and pick up a small bear off a desk.
I examine its plush fur and notice a small red zipper across the bottom.
“Last year it was very different but same as last year we did leave the clues along with the items on the table. You finish one clue and move on to the next, they’re all hidden somewhere in this room.
When you're finished they come in to check if your findings are correct. I believe there are cameras in here.” He nods more like he's talking to himself but continues.
“If your items are correct they unlock this other door and you find your way out through a maze.”
I unzip the bear and a note falls out.
“Well here's our next clue.” I bend over and pick it up. “This is number two so we still have four left.”
“Of course.” His voice drips with sarcasm and a bright smile graces his lips.
“I’m just saying.” I roll my eyes and open the note.
“For Ronan.” I huff but continue reading. “What poison consumes your veins and reveals the fractures you’ve concealed. Don’t sway away, be honest. Your partner deserves to know what keeps the madness at bay.”
I look over at him and he doesn’t sway, he smirks. It's mischievous but there's a dark undertone to it.
“How do they know about our fucked up lives? This is so crazy to me, like really how do they know we’d be in this exact room together? It makes no sense.” I ramble on and he just listens. His eyes never leave mine.
“Where do we go to the bathroom? My breath reeks.” He points towards an open door beside the bed. “Huh, how did I not notice that?”
Probably because you were being a major freak yesterday, Ember.
I walk over to the bathroom and freshen up.
Surprisingly there's soap, a small shower, toothbrushes and toothpaste, lots of toilet paper and even female feminine products.
It's small and cramped but better than most convenience store restrooms. I come out a lot cleaner but still forced to wear this tight ass devil costume.
Ronan goes inside after I come out. I plop down on the bed and my stomach rumbles loudly.
Is there food, water, anything around here?
I actually look around the room. Casting each element, object, desk, and chair into memory when I notice a mini fridge.
Hell yes!
I open it up and loads of water cram the bottom shelf and sandwiches on the top. I grab two of each, one for me and one for Ronan. Even though he’s an ass and an even bigger dick I’ll say he’s helped me in more ways than necessary.
He could’ve left me on the floor in a puddle of water and my own tears.
I look at the trail of water that leads over to the main door and realize it’s coming from the mini fridge. Of course it's leaking. I leave it be because what the fuck would I clean it up with and walk over to the bed I once thought was gross but is actually the best bed I have laid on.
I plop down on it and pull the blanket over my legs.
Ronan comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later.
My sandwich is long gone and my water is almost empty.
He walks over to the chair he loves to occupy, shirtless may I add.
His muscles across his chest and stomach are taut—years worth of working out.
Tattoos grace his skin, covering his arms in beautiful, detailed art and more piercings stick out of his tan nipples.
“Did those hurt?” I ask as I pass him his share of food. He takes it and pops open the bottle of water first. “Your nipple piercings?” I clarify.
“Once you get one the pain becomes addictive, so no.” I nod at his answer and lean back into the headboard.
“Does anything scare you?” I mumble and watch as he chews his food. His sharp jawline clenches together repeatedly.
“Not really, I don’t give a fuck about living or dying. Life isn’t something I crave, it's a pit we’re forced into. People feed off of us, using anything we can give them and the government fucking sucks.” He grumbles with a mouth full of food.
Ok.
I look down at my skimpy outfit. Would it really matter if I let him rip it off of me? Eventually I’d leave this place and him behind. I shake my head at my thoughts, this is why I’m no longer in college. I don’t think about my decisions before I make them. Sex is what ruined my life.
Slut.
“You alright?” I don’t realize I've completely spaced out. Ronan leans over me, one of his arms beside my head and his face only inches away from mine.
“Uh…yeah.” I turn away from him and quickly wipe at a tear that’s threatening to fall.
“If you say so.” He mutters and picks up the note I read aloud earlier.
“I think I know the item. I saw it last night while you were asleep.” He laughs. “ You know, you look irresistibly sexy when you moan in your sleep.”
I turn to him, my neck screaming at how fast I turn. My cheeks turn a dark crimson as I look over his expression. He’s not bluffing.
“Don’t lie. I have never had a wet dream before.” I awkwardly laugh. He walks across the room and picks up a bright orange prescription bottle and places it on the table.
“I caused your very first one.” His gaze darkens and his eyes flicker to my overflowing breast. I cover them and roll my eyes.
“Ha, as if.” I fake laugh and shake my head.
He moves so fast I don’t have time to move away. He grabs my wrists in his hands and pins them above me. I struggle in his grasp, buckling and sliding but getting nowhere.
“You don’t have to lie, Little Devil. If you want me, just say the word. I’ll give you anything.” He’s so close I can feel his breath against my face.
“I don’t want anything from you, jackass.” I sneer and bring my leg up to hit his crotch.
His grip on my wrist tightens as he plops down on me. His ass is over my legs and his hardened cock pushes into my lower stomach. He brings his other hand up to my throat, applying pressure at the space right below my ears.
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