CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Ronan
“She weakened him in a way he would never understand—taking from him as much as he took from her.”
Warmth fills my chest and eases through me. Warmth that I'm not used to.
I get lost in the smile on her face—the way her cheeks curve upward, how her eyes crease at the end and the gleam that settles there.
I like it. It stirs something in me that doesn’t feel so corrupt anymore.
Her smile makes me smile. It’s awkward at first, amusing to some.
The dimple in my cheek settles and my ears heat with a blush.
I’ve never blushed before; not when I had pussy for the first time, not when my first girlfriend said she loved me, not when I killed my own mother.
Her expression shifts as she watches me.
The gleam in her eyes brightens and my lips fall just as fast as they formed.
She’s forced me to feel. I haven’t felt shit since I was 12.
I felt the knife as I dug it into my mother's neck, the break of each bone as it drove deeper into her flesh, the fear that seeped from her eyes. I felt when my dad ignored me, called me boy instead of Ronan, the way he looked at me when he found my mother’s body.
I felt all those fucking things and then it all vanished.
I didn’t feel anything but hatred and now I feel it crawling up my throat and suffocating me. Affection. Protection. Possession.
I should hate it, but I don't. If anything I'm thriving in it. Her body has become a temple for me and I plan to pray upon it everyday.
Her hatred for me has slowly turned into affection but she doesn’t want to admit it. She’s been ruined for me. She’s burned beautifully for me. Her body has submitted to me in ways she’ll never get back. She will never get away from me.
“If you keep running your mouth, you’ll be looking on your own.” I flick away one of the loose papers and it falls to the floor with a soft flutter.
I lean over and read it.
Dear Ember Bellerose,
I regret to inform you that this letter is in regard to your academic status. This decision was not made easily and with sincere concern and judgement we have dismissed you from our institute, concerning your academic performance as of recently and your affair with a professor.
Our school’s policy does not allow student to teacher relationships as it's considered unethical due to the power imbalance and other factors, which you should have read in your welcoming packet.
We encourage you to receive professional help and support during this time. It’s important to evaluate your course of action and develop a new plan to enhance your future. We sincerely hope you understand why this letter is being sent. Please leave campus immediately once receiving it.
Dean of Hillshire University
What a shitty fucking letter. I pick it up and bring it closer to my face.
The paper is wrinkled and covered in lipstick kisses, each one more taunting than the last. What the hell did they want to imply putting those there?
I trace over one and the lipstick stays put, not smudging like I thought it would.
Whoever orchestrated these rooms this year is an absolute menace.
I don’t even taunt people for their fucked up pasts.
“Here’s your letter, Little Devil.” I lay it on the table where the clue sits.
She rushes over and picks it up. She reads it the same way I did, like she doesn’t remember what was in the letter. Her eyebrows deepen with each word and her eyes gloss over as if she’ll cry.
“Gosh it seems like yesterday when I got this but it's been years.” She pushes a strand of hair behind her ear and her top teeth stop her bottom lip from shaking.
I reach up and brush her lip free of her teeth. She drops the letter and her eyes snap to mine, a single tear falling.
“Don’t cry.” I coo and wipe away the tear with my thumb. “I promise I’ll get you into another university, if that's what you want. I’ll do anything.”
She shakes her head. “You can’t. I tried to apply for so many and they turned me down.”
“I know a few people that will gladly take you. Don’t worry your pretty little head.” I drop my hand and step back.
Am I losing my own game?
I turn away from her before she can speak and walk over to my chair.
“I’m going to sleep for a little.” I look up at the time. “Once it hits 24 hours, wake me up.”
She nods and her eyes squint like she wants to say something but doesn’t.
I push my mask on and watch her. I haven’t gone to sleep since being here and I don’t plan to now.
I sit in my corner to think, to strategize but my strategy has slipped away and turned into a full blown obsession.
I’m utterly obsessed with my little devil.
Every time she believes I’m asleep I get to see her pacing around the room, uttering aloud her thoughts.
She said aloud yesterday that I had in fact ruined her.
The sick feeling in me that knows I own her almost cracked open with flames.
I almost combusted knowing she admitted it to herself and unknowingly to me.
She fights me, calls me names she doesn’t mean, she’s strong and much more capable than I anticipated but who wants a mindless slut anyway. I want her to bend because she wants to, not because I've asked and that's exactly what I’ve got.
I’m falling and it's not that I’m scared, it's the thought of her finding my last clue. The last clue is not a clue at all, it's always a truth. I remember from years before and now that her three have been found I know I’m the one on the chopping block for the truth. When the truth is out will she still trust me? Even if she tries to run from me, I’ll be there.
There's no escaping the monster once he has you, not in my story.
I lean back and watch her grab a water bottle before plopping onto the bed, her back facing me. She stares at the wall in front of her, probably deep in thought. Her hair is down and damp from her shower. My shirt on her is fitting, it makes my cock swell and I run my tongue along my bottom lip.
I’m thirsty for more. I feel fucking parched.
The smell of metal greets me first and then the sweet scent of pear.
I realize I’ve actually fallen asleep and Ember shakes me nonstop. Her face is so close to mine I feel her breath on my neck.
“Ronan wake the fuck up.” Her shaking gets more aggressive and her nose pinches with frustration.
I sigh and sit up, pushing against her arm as I do. She squeals, surprised and stumbles backwards before she catches herself.
“Shit, you scared me. I’ve been trying to get you up for an hour now.” She huffs and pulls my shirt down, covering her revealed legs.
“Yeah.” I stand up to my full height, towering over her and she steps back.
“Yeah.” She mumbles slowly and her head snaps towards the clock. “We have a little more than a day left, 26 hours to be exact. I’m scared Ronan, I can’t find the last fucking riddle.”
Her teeth grate together and I smell her fear.
“We’ve got time.” I assure her and step around her.
I busy myself with a sandwich and a bottle of water. After this I'll never eat a sandwich again.
“Ronan, we seriously don’t have much time left. You said it yourself that bad shit happens if we run out of time.” She begins pacing, her feet hitting the ground with soft thuds.
“I can’t find the last clue and you’ve woken up and chosen to eat instead.” I breathe out and turn to her, agitation eating away at my nerves.
“Are you still talking?” I draw out sarcastically. “Be a good little slut and be quiet.”
“I don’t know who the fuck—.” I don’t let her finish knowing where this is about to go.
“I’m talking to you. I’m trying to eat before I look for this fucking clue and you’re walking around like your head is cut off. Sit the fuck down and calm down.” I rub my hands over my temples and turn back to my food.
She’s silent behind me but then I hear her walking up to me. The sound of her hand hitting the back of my neck echoes in the room and a slight sting settles in my body.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” Her voice is fire to my ears. My cock twitches in my pants, straining at the ghost of a threat in her words.
I turn around, dropping my sandwich on the table in front of me. A low chuckle leaves my throat and my hand seizes her neck in a tight grip. I strip away her breathing and force her head back.
“You want to hurt me, Little Devil, over some words?” I muse and bring her closer to me.
She scratches at my grip, tearing through the skin but it doesn’t hurt. “Let me go you sadistic prick.” She rasps out.
I trail my free hand down her side and in between her thighs. Her pussy is bare and warmth seeps from there to my hand. I push two fingers into her folds and her juices soak me.
“I’ll let you go when I feel like it.”
Her hips rise, her body betraying everything she's uttering and my fingers slip into her tight hole. She clenches, hard, her walls sucking me deeper. My knuckles hit her clit aggressively with each pump and I know she’ll be bruised and swollen.
I trail my free hand down her hard nipples and press my thumb into my name engraved into her side. Her head falls back and a hiss leaves her lips.
“Fuck, I–I.” She stumbles over her words and her hand moves to my arm that's buried between her legs. Her nails dig into my forearm, cutting small slits that leak crimson. A groan leaves my throat as she comes apart for me, shattering from my touch.
I grab her jaw and push her back against the desk.
Her ass lifts onto the table and she spreads her legs wider, baring her pussy to me.
My grip on her cheeks tightens and her mouth parts naturally from my hold.
Gurgled moans leave her throat and her eyes are wide as they stare into mine.
I devour her moans, taking whatever she’ll give me.
“That’s it, my pretty little devil, break for me.” I murmur.
I’m giving her what she needs, even if she never admits it.
I’m showing her how it feels to be feasted upon properly; flesh, soul, and spirit.
Not pitied but claimed because it's what she deserves. Someone foolishly shattered her trust and I’ll gather the shards.
I’ll keep them in my hand, cutting deep into my flesh and she won’t ever get them back.
“Haven’t I told you it’s not nice to hit people?” I trace my forefinger across her lips slowly and press a soft kiss to her cheek.
Tears run down her cheeks as she nods, every cut across her bruised body reopening.
I lean into her neck and sink my teeth into the soft flesh, biting and bruising the area until a low cry leaves her lips.
I pull away enough to have my breath hover over the sting.
A rough kiss and a languid, feral lick—not to soothe the area but to mark her as mine. To dominate.
I peck the area one more time before I go back to watching her reactions. Her legs begin to tremble—I curl my fingers, grazing her walls and hitting her g-spot perfectly. Her eyes pinch shut and her moans become deeper, louder.
“Look at me.” I whisper and angle her head back.
Her eyes snap open but continue to flutter with each stroke.
The blue looks much darker than usual and a wicked smirk spreads across my lips.
Her eyes have changed. I can see the sadness is long gone and in place is a barrier of rage, arousal, and a sick madness that matches mine. Or maybe I’m lost in delusion.
“Can you see your pitiful reflection in my eyes, baby, as I take from you? So fucking perfect.” I tighten my hold on her face, curling my fingers into her cheeks until her face is smushed in my palm.
A loud cry leaves her throat and her eyes meet mine. Her eyes are clouded—she’s lost in pleasure and her walls grip my fingers so tight it becomes hard to move them.
Her body convulses as her orgasm fills my hand.
I keep fucking her with my fingers, dragging her orgasm out as long as it’ll go.
I pull them out and pop them in her mouth.
She immediately begins thrashing beneath me, her hands scratching at anything they can reach and tearing open my skin.
I know she hates the taste of herself and that’s why I use it as punishment.
“Just a small little taste.” I shove my fingers down her throat until she's a gagging, drooling mess. Her eyes gloss over again and huge tears flow from them. “This is what happens when you hit people.” I taunt.
I pull my fingers out and release my grip on her jaw. I situate my shirt on her, pulling it down over the mess I've caused.
“Fuck you,” she coughs and wipes her mouth aggressively, “I hate you.”
“If that’s what you need to tell yourself to fall asleep at night, sure, but I know you Ember.
I know you better than I know myself and you love to feel that choking, blinding pain as I fuck your cunt.
You crave to walk along the path of darkness and have your brains fucked out of you in ways that aren’t normal. ”
Her face creases in denial and she steps to the side.
I reach out, pulling her to me before she can get too far.
My grip is tight, restraining and she seizes in my hold.
Her breasts are pushed into my chest and her head is craned back to look at me.
Her throat bobs and her blue eyes peer at me with an insane amount of arousal.
“You don’t have to lie to me. I can make you blossom in the darkness, Little Devil.” I trace a line down her cheek and release her again, letting her decide the next move.
She shudders and looks up at me with those pretty blue eyes that make all rational thoughts go out the window .
“I didn’t know a part of me was this demented. I–I don’t know Ronan. This isn’t right, it’s not normal.” Her head shakes as if she’s been rehearsing and telling herself these things.
“You don’t have to be ashamed of who you are. We are all a little fucked up. Having kinky sex doesn't make you demented.” I almost laugh, but don’t. If she thinks she’s anywhere near demented then she’s got some fucked up support systems because that’s who would’ve convinced her she is.
“And when we leave here what are we? What do we do?” She whispers as if she’s afraid to hear the answer.
“We do the same we’ve done here. Fuck. Fuck until we see double, until we have kids, until we grow old and die.” I breathe out. This girl will be the death of me.
“Ok.” She walks around me and over to the bed.
I watch her and for the first time I'm confused. Does this mean she’s mine? I rub my temples; tired, hungry, and worst of all, hard as fuck.
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