CHAPTER TEN
Ronan
“Every time her cheeks heat with a blush I see perfection in her ruin.”
Guilt eats me alive as I pummel into her. I’m sick for doing this to her, but she’s just as sick for letting me. She wants to play so we’ll play my game of hell.
Her body is littered in bruises—in scars that she’ll never be able to get rid of. She’ll remember me, this moment for the rest of her sweet little life.
“You’re the perfect vessel, Little Devil, you have no idea how beautiful you are.” I whisper as I bite into her back.
I tilt her head down so she can get air but quickly pull her back into the water.
She squirms, trying her hardest to get out of my hold and that makes more blood rush to my cock.
This is probably my favorite thing about her.
Her body’s a beautiful canvas awaiting anything you give it.
Even when she screams no, her mind betrays her into wanting more.
She’s made for me. Mine.
“You’re mine. Say it.” I snarl into each thrust.
Her moans are gargled and hard to understand so I reach up and pinch her nipple hard. She jerks below me and screams into the water.
“I’m yours!” Her words drive me closer to the edge. Knowing I have full control over her stirs something corrupt in me, bringing my black heart back to life.
Her body wracks as another orgasm tears through her but I keep going at the same pace. I know if I stop I'll see those pretty tears streaking her face as she begs me for more. She’ll plead for me to finish even if that means taking away from her.
I should stop this before we get too deep, before I love her. I will ruin her further, her life will be taken away from her. I always end up breaking the things I love.
My cock swells and twitches and those thoughts get buried deep inside her tight pussy. I push deep in her, making sure my cum stays inside. I want her entire body inside and out screaming my name. Everyone deserves to know about the time she had with me inside of this room.
I release her hair and wrap my arm around her waist to keep her up.
Her legs threaten to give out any minute now and I can’t have my little slut busting her head open.
Then I’ll have no choice but to fuck her whilst she rots away in here, no matter how fucked up that sounds, her body’s too perfect to go to waste.
A whimper passes through her lips as I lift her in my arms and turn off the shower. She coughs up large amounts of water and takes in gulps of oxygen. I dry her off and dress her in my shirt, leaving me shirtless. I place her on the bed softly, knowing she's probably worn out or sore.
“Thank you.” Her voice is a light rasp that I barely catch but I ignore it and place the blanket over her thin frame.
“Sleep, Little Devil. I’m not done yet, this is just the beginning.” She whimpers and closes her eyes.
I walk over to the chair and sit down. Since being here I haven’t gotten any sleep, my mind runs rapidly. Thoughts of her consume me and I know eventually this will end badly for the both of us. Once this is over it’s back to real life, not fun rooms where we embrace each other's darkest sins.
My life is complicated enough, I can't afford to fall in love. I can’t add her into it and risk her life.
I stand up, ignoring the pang of guilt in my chest and walk around the room, searching for my next clue. The faster this is over, the better for her—the easier it’ll be for me.
I dig through piles of old rusted tin pumpkins—nothing. I go over to the opposite side of the room and slowly push all the fermented jars out the way.
These can be pretty interesting. I pick one of them up and read over the bold messy description: A Thylacine Embryo.
I hum and place it back on the dresser, I don’t even know what the fuck that is.
Another man's trash could be another man's pleasure, right? I pick up another, the cursive hand writing is smeared but based on what’s inside it looks like a rat or a mouse.
I lift it up higher and unscrew the cap.
I breathe in, expecting something foul, but it's actually straight chemicals.
The hairs in my nose feel like they fall away as I yank the jar away from my face.
Fuck, thats some rough shit.
I screw the cap back on and wipe my nose. I begin to place it back on the table but notice a black piece of paper sticking out underneath one. I place the one I'm holding down and lift the other up. I grab the paper and softly open it.
This one is for Ember.
“Find the object that represents the reason you were kicked out of college. Tell your partner how much of a slut you were for your female professor.” My eyebrows lift in surprise.
Well I didn’t expect that. She’s good at hiding her carnal desires behind those pretty eyes. Who would’ve guessed she had a thing for an older woman. I chuckle because I’m also much older than her. She’s got a thing for older people.
That doesn’t bother me one bit though. Being locked in this room with her told me everything I needed to know.
By the end of this, she’ll be mine, whether she likes it or not.
I’ll capture her fear, desire, scars, and most importantly I’ll have her heart.
This is my game and I plan to manipulate her any way I can to have her.
I fold it back up and place it where I found it. I think it’d be best if she found this herself.
I leave the table of jars and dig underneath the bed. I barely squeeze my arm underneath and begin to give up until my finger brushes an object. I lift the bed up as much as I can without knocking her off and pull the bulky metal skull out.
A clasp is over its sickly, sweet carved smile and I pop it open.
A roach comes crawling out and I swat it away, its little body hits the floor and it scurries across the room.
I grab the clue from inside and close the skull back.
I roll it back underneath the bed and flip the note open.
For Ember again. This fucking game—I’m trying to speed things up for us and I can’t even find my own clues. I roll my eyes and read the note.
“I’ve heard that you were groomed? You really thought she loved you.
” I can hear the taunt of their words. “Find an object that represents just how greedy you were for love.” The shock from earlier doesn’t show this time as I realize my innocent vixen is a lesbian or into both men and women. I don’t know.
Some random piece of shit manipulated and coerced her into believing they loved her.
Exploiting her weak mind as a student and young age to get what they wanted.
I shudder at how familiar her situation is to mine and throw the paper on the table to let her figure out in the morning.
I can already see her breaking down once she realizes I know her secret.
I now know the girl behind the ginger curls and beautiful smile, but it doesn’t bother me.
If anything, it only makes me want to protect her more and keep her as mine even if it's not by choice.
And that is where she fucked up. She let me discover her biggest secret and now I want her to myself.
I sit down, my legs stretch out in front of me and I place both arms over the side of the chair. I look at her frame curled up on the bed. How the silk sheets dip into her small curves and accentuate each hip—perfectly outlining her beautiful body.
I know deep down what I feel for her is more than just obsession, its more than anything I have ever felt for anyone.
Her attitude is fiery, burning through all my emotions but how caring she is what drew me into her abyss.
Even as the harsh words leave my mouth she still looks at me like I’m capable of saving—as if one day she will love me.
My cock hardens at the sight of her. Her eyes flutter and a loud sigh leaves her rosy lips. The sound is close to a sweet moan. Would she be dreaming of me again? I press my hands to the front of my pants, wiping away the sweat that now coats them.
Fuck, I really shouldn’t.
My fingers tap nervously on my jeans but the dark thoughts win and I find myself getting up and walking over to the edge of the bed. Her legs are up to her chest, curled in on themselves and just inches away from her chest.
Who the fuck sleeps like that?
If I move the blanket I know I won't be able to resist what’s underneath. My shirt on her would be a picture I’ll remember for the rest of my life. In the red lights my shadow looms over her, broadening and stretching in ways that would be perceived as scary.
Seeing how perfect she looks laying there, angers me.
It stirs the darkness in me and heightens it to an uncontrollable rage.
Why is it so easy for her to forget everything she’s done?
I want to forget, I want to sleep at night peacefully without fucking nightmares chasing each breath I take.
I tilt my head and drag the blanket down her still body.
Goosebumps immediately litter her tan skin and a soft whimper leaves her lips.
The blanket falls to the floor—the bottom of her ass peeks out of my shirt.
The skin is slightly bruised and red from my previous assault.
I lean down and roughly drag her legs down to sit in front of me.
Her eyes flutter but never open. My cock pushes against my pants hard.
The feeling of my balls growing should make me want to fuck her, but really I want a taste. She’s fucking addicting.
I open her legs and position myself between them.
Her pussy glistens, ready for whatever I have to offer.
I breathe in, letting the smell of her consume me.
I can’t describe it but it's sweet, like a poisonous flower that smells nice but is toxic. Each time I consume it I end up sick, my thoughts become depraved and a bitter taste is left on my lips when it settles in because I shouldn’t crave her like I do. I don’t want to fall for her.
I pull her legs farther apart, opening her folds to me. I dig my nails into her thigh and trail my other hand up her shirt to her breast. I flick her pink nipple and grip the supple flesh in my palm. The feel of her soft skin beneath my rugged hand feels like heaven.
I slowly slide my tongue down her, stopping right at her puckered asshole.
Every inch of her tastes divine. I push two fingers into her wet hole and she grips me tight, pulling me deeper.
I can see every muscle tense up and the way her clit begins to swell—the area darkens in color, turning crimson.
I lap at her clit, sucking and biting the flesh.
I look up—her eyes are squeezed together and her back arches off the bed in need.
I roughly pinch her nipples, forcing her to feel exactly how I feel on the inside.
I remove my fingers and swirl them around her clit.
I replace the absent spot with my tongue, pushing it as deep as it'll go.
“Do you want me to break you, Little Devil?” I muse against her pussy. Her eyes snap open and a loud moan leaves her plump lips.
Her eyes search mine for a while before recognition fills her.
“What—what are you doing?” She tries to sit up but I press my hand into her stomach, crushing everything below my palm.
Her ginger hair sprawls out beneath her—strands sticking to her face. I can hear the fear in her voice, the hunger. To see her fight me is pointless but exhilarating all the same. My balls grow in size as I fight her grip on my arm.
She’s a strong girl—one very stubborn fucking whore.
“Let me taste you.” I rasp, my tongue messily flicking against her pussy. I push my fingers back into her tight hole and she whimpers, tears falling from her pale blue eyes.
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