CHAPTER TWELVE
Ronan
“I longed for a taste, just one small drop that would challenge me forever.”
My nails dig into her thighs as I lap at her sweet juices. My neck cranes and my knees are the only thing holding me up as I devour her. Her body sways blissfully with the chains, unaware of my dark intentions.
She’s deep in slumber, her body unconscious and vulnerable to me. She’s bare and beautiful and the red marking her skin makes her a temple for so much more. She’s made for me.
I sink my thumb into her tight ass. The puckered hole tightens from the odd intrusion but I push it down to the knuckle. A light moan leaves her lips as I swirl my tongue over her swollen bud. My piercings graze the delicate skin creating more friction for her enjoyment.
Her sweet sounds make my cock harden in my pants but I ignore it for now. I’ll have my turn later.
I push the jagged glass I broke off the mirror she found into her side, carving my name into her gorgeous tan skin. Her body leaks a bright crimson and the sight makes the darkness in me coil into destruction.
Fuck, she’s mine.
I part her folds with my other hand and insert two fingers into her glistening pussy, turning the pain into pleasure.
I shift my hand as I finish off the last letter of my name.
My name on her is fucking beautiful. She’ll remember me—this exact moment and I’ll always be a whisper in the back of her mind.
A temptation she’d wish she never indulged in.
I move my lips from her clit to the blood seeping down her legs.
I lap at it like it's the last thing I’ll ever drink.
The bitter sweetness enters my taste buds and I groan.
At this moment, these feelings make me think she’ll be the final girl.
The girl I take home and devour every day for the rest of my life.
I want to tell her how fucking delicious her pussy is but I also want to break her beyond recognition.
She won’t be able to tell who she is by the time I’m done—she’ll be lost without me.
She’ll be programmed for me and only me..
I curl my fingers deep in her pussy and she lifts her hips, meeting each stroke.
Her juices soak my hand and drip onto the floor, along with the bright red blood trailing down her leg.
I watch as she comes undone. Her body strains against the chains and her legs shake with undeniable pleasure.
I continue taking from her, shoving my fingers deep and kissing along her inner thigh.
Her pussy convulses and her head falls back in pure bliss as she orgasms.
“Ronan.” She moans and her eyes meet mine in the dim room.
Her breathing is loud as she takes in my position below her. She tugs on the chains and her eyes go wide in realization. Her body swings back and forth as she tries to free herself from me.
“What the hell.” She yells and kicks her feet out. I stand up right before one meets my cheek and smirk. A taunting look crosses my features as she lifts her head to meet my eyes.
I have her right where I want her.
“What are you doing, Ronan? Why am I up here?” Panic settles in her voice and she struggles to get each word out. “Get me down, now.” She grates.
Her eyes hold a fire that's quite different from before. I tilt my head as I watch her panic—she’s afraid of being confined, interesting. Her toes barely graze the floor to keep her up and her arms are high up above her head. Her eyes shake with hysteria as I stare at her.
“Ronan, I’m not playing, I’m going to kick your goddamn ass if you don't get me down. You think everything is a fucking game.” She seethes and I laugh.
I laugh because she thinks she's in any position to tell me what to do? To yell out threats that she won’t hold up, how fucking cute.
I hold the glass up to her exposed breast, right underneath the supple flesh. Her eyes glisten with the shine of the blade and her lips quiver as I sink it into her skin.
“Are you in any position to threaten me, Little Devil? If I'm seeing this right, I’ve got you exactly where I want you.” A hiss leaves her lips as I pull the glass out, blood trickles from the gash and down her stomach.
“You’re a sick fuck, you know that? This is insane.” Tears glisten in her eyes and my smile only widens as I breathe in her fear.
She balls her hands into fists, but doesn’t say anything else. I stare at her; savoring the way she looks, remembering every detail because this will all be over in 46 hours. Her secrets, her body, and deep down her heart will be mine. I’ll take it and ruin her with it.
“I think it’s about time I taught you a few things, hmm?” I hum and lean closer to her. I bring the glass up to her cheek and trace the sharp outline of her jaw.
“This mouth of yours has got you in a lot of trouble.” I tap the glass on her lips and she flinches. Her tears fall freely now, drenching her face but she doesn’t waver. Her gaze remains stoic as she looks at me.
“I want you to listen and learn.” I whisper and step back from her. As I drop my hand back to my side the glass nips her bottom lip. She squeezes her eyes shut but opens them just as fast, refusing to submit to the pain.
“I’ll never listen to anything you say, Ronan. Everything you’ve told me not to do you have done. You have no remorse for anything that you do. Your lack of integrity shows just how fucked up you are.” She spits and blood trails from her chin to the floor.
Her words send a pang of guilt and something else through my heart—something I don’t want to face and I never will. They’re true but they make a spike of anger swirl through me. I clench my hand by my side and turn away from her.
She’s corrupting my thoughts, making this game harder to leave behind. I haven’t slept since being here, I can’t, not with her sitting a few feet away from me—breathing the same air as me. Everything within me amplifies and a deep hatred buries itself in my gut.
I hate myself. I hate the way she makes me feel. I hate that I feel sorry for her. I hate that I want to protect her. I fucking hate all of this.
“Tell me that you want me. Tell me you feel the same way that I do.” I turn back to her, my voice just above a whisper.
“What?” Her head snaps up from the ground.
“I want to hear you say that you want me too.” I stalk closer to her, breathing her in and hating the way my body responds.
“I don’t want you.” She mumbles and a smirk spreads across her lips.
I wrap my free hand around her throat, loving the way her slim throat feels beneath my palm. I can snap her neck so easily and she wouldn't even have time to blink before she dies.
“Tell me.” I sneer and shake her. Her smirk widens because she knows she has the upper hand. She knows those words have more control over me than they should.
“Fuck it, I tried to be the nice guy.” I pull away and the smirk instantly falls from her face.
“What does that mean?” She goes back to shaking the chains. Her wrists most likely raw from her pulling on them.
I walk away and over to the table full of jars. I grab one full of spider eyes and unscrew the top.
I tilt my head as I turn back to her, keeping the distance between us. She looks absolutely breathtaking hanging there for me. No matter how tough she thinks she looks, if you look closer her hands shake from anticipation or fear I'm unsure.
“What are you going to do with that?” She murmurs, her eyes tracking the way I toss the lid behind me.
The horrid smell of chemicals greet me again, but stronger.
I wonder if it’ll sting on her cuts? I carelessly throw the fluid at her.
The splash of liquid against her skin sends a ring through my ears of straight bliss.
Her screams follow as the eyes roll down her body and onto the floor with a damp thud.
Her hair is drenched and her eyes are shut tightly.
I laugh as I take in the scene in front of me, the sound is dark and cruel.
How fast her fucking resolve flew out the window with one vile gesture.
“Do you think your words can hurt me, Little Devil? I’ve been told all my life how much of a fuck up I am.
How I’ll get nowhere. If you think for one second I give a shit about morals, think again.
I’ve only ever given a damn about myself, my needs—and right now I want to see you break.
I want to see you suffer beneath my palm for being such a fucking brat this entire time. ” I seethe and unscrew another jar.
Her screams have long stopped and the only sound is the liquid dripping from her body. Her eyes widen and gloss over with more unshed tears. The fear that has officially settled in her is palpable and the desire to keep her submissive, to bend her in ways unrecognizable, becomes stronger.
I consume her silence and adjust my cock. Thoughts run through my head at impeccable speed. There’s so much I can do to her like this, so much I can take.
Her lips part like she’s about to say something but I throw a jar of fermented rats on her.
Her body wracks with sobs when the liquid hits her skin once more.
This isn’t just about pleasure, it’s to see how she’ll react when she’s humiliated.
If it’ll make her pussy throb just as much as my mask does.
Her eyes remain on me, even as the liquid splashes her face, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
“What have I done to deserve this?” Her voice cracks and I step toward her.
I reach out to cup her face in my hand and softly wipe away some of the residue from her lips. She’s done nothing to cause any harm but to see her like this keeps me satisfied.
“Pain and pleasure changes a person. Once you learn to love it you’ll stop resisting it. Let me show you how it remakes you, how suffering can bend you into something greater.”