Ruin

8. Declan

EIGHT

DECLAN

I’ve been with a lot of women, but not one of them felt this soft, nor did they smell this intoxicating. My little toy is going to have me high from just being around her, and I’ve not even looked at her body yet.

Taking a few steps back from her, my eyes are still locked with hers. When I look at her body for the first time, I want to take it all in, every single inch of her.

I sit on the bed and slowly move down her body. Perfect. Every inch is perfect, but my body is boiling when I see the bruises. What the fuck? My eyes dart back to hers. Whatever happened, she’s doing a good job of hiding her feelings.

“What happened?” Her sight glances to the side, so I ask again. “What happened?”

I like to smoke outside my window, and sit on the roof. I smoked a little much and fell-

“From the roof?” I ask, and she nods.

I look back at some of the bruises, studying them. I’ve been hit by men. I’ve hit men and know what those bruises look like. Her bruises look like she’s been hit a few times. But then again, I can see a fall from the second floor roof, leaving some bruises, too.

I don’t care, I shouldn’t care. She’s a distraction to pass the time away for the year.

“Who designs your tattoos?” She has so many tiny tattoos, one which I can’t stop staring at. I’ve not seen them all, but this one might be the best one on her sexy skin. One half is a broken butterfly wing, and the other half is a skull, but it all looks like a butterfly. Amazing.

I do.

She has designed every tattoo on her body, and the ones I can see are masterpieces.

“Come here.” I want a better look at them, and the bruises.

She walks toward me, and I watch her hips moving. So fucking sexy. The best part is I get to play with her whenever I want. The only question I have in my head is how would her pussy feel around my cock?

I know now what she has under the fabric covering her tits and pussy. Piercings, and fuck do I want to play with them?

She stands in front of me, and I take a deep inhale of her. Beautiful. I place my hands on her hips, my thumbs linked in the strings of her thong. I can feel my dick growing hard in my sweatpants. This not touching her is going to be hard. I let out a sigh, looking at the black widow spider with webs coming from its legs on the left of her belly button. A group of small bats coming up from her pelvic bone going around her waist. I could look at each one all day, but I want some fun now. I’ll have her naked in my room, in my car, even in school. I’ll get to see her tattoos all the time.

I push her back a little so I can walk away from her and grab the knife from my dresser. Walking back to her, I see the tattoos and bruises on her back, but I don’t ask anything as my dick is hard and I want to have some fun.

I admire the one tattoo which grabbed my attention. It’s a red dragon’s head, which looks like it comes from the front of her body, as I can only see the head and some part of the body. I already knew she likes her dragons, because of the ones she wears around her wrist.

Pulling her closer to me again, I place the knife on my thigh, ready to use it. I kick her legs apart hard because she doesn’t do herself. I kiss her inner thigh, and she tries to push me away, but all I do is laugh. When I bite on the skin, again she tries to move, but I don’t let her.

Placing the tip of my knife on her hip by the string of her thong, I move the tip of the knife along her skin. She goes to step back.

“No, no, no, you didn’t listen. I did let you pick the punishment, and you didn’t. Now I get to play.” She again tries to fight me, but I grab her ass hard, holding her in place.

I move the knife to the middle of her stomach, slowly, ever so slowly, moving up to her bra and letting the tip play with the fabric in the middle of her tits. Fuck, she has a good pair of tits, and I can’t wait to fuck them.

In one quick movement, I cut her bra off. Oh shit, my dick just got harder in record time when I see her pierced nipples. Touching them got me excited, but seeing them is even better. My mouth is watering. I want to suck on them, but I stay where I am. It’s taking everything in me to stay where I am, but a little grunt escapes my mouth.

Trixie tries to move out of my grip again, but I don’t let her. She’s playing now.

I want to touch them.

I want to flick them.

I want to suck on them.

I want to bite them.

Oh, and I will. God, will I fucking torture those tits.

I bring my knife back to the side of her hip and rip her thong off quickly. Now she’s standing in front of me naked.

God, this woman is a masterpiece. Looking down at her pussy, there it is, the shiny silver studs on both sides of the lips and her clit.

“Fuck,” I whimper.

I fist my hand on her ass, grabbing as much of her skin as I can, because it’s taking everything in me not to touch it. I want to touch it, but I have other plans at the moment.

Oh, fuck it! I shout to myself. I can’t hold back anymore. I bring my hand up to her breasts and grab her nipple between my index and middle finger and squeeze it as hard as I can, playing with it, pulling on the ring wrapped around it.

I’ve never been with a woman with any piercings. I never understood why women would want to get piercings all over their body, but right now, right at this second, with how hard my dick is, I understand it.

I place the knife back on my thigh and I put my hand on the inside of her thigh, moving up to her pussy and grabbing it hard. I need to know if this is even turning her on.

It’s not. She’s dry, but I’m sure I can make her wet, playing with the two studs on her lips, flicking them ever so slightly. She’s going to play. I’m going to make her play. I want to make her beg. Then, at the very last second, she’s going to get nothing.

Picking the knife back up, I take the tip and tap it on the stud on her clit, and it makes her jolt. Ah, just a little flick makes her pussy tingle. I can do this to make her wet for me.

I remove my hand from her tit and grab her ass again, so she stays exactly where I need her to be. I move the tip over her clit, tapping the stud a few times. She moves her hands onto my shoulders, trying to push me away, but I won’t let her.

“We don’t want to be bleeding now, do we, little Trixie?”

I bring the tip of my blade to her entrance and turn it a few times. I quickly remove it and take the blade part in my hand. With no warning, I thrust the handle into her pussy, and hear a small sound of pain escape her mouth. So she can make some noises. I’ll get to hear all her moans then.

I continue to thrust the knife in and out of her and then hold it in place, letting her pussy grip the handle while I lick my thumb and rub her clit. The stud pushes against the bed of my thumb, and her hips move along with my thumb.

There, here it is. She’s fighting me and wants me to move away because she’s pushing my shoulders hard, but yet her hips are begging for my thumb to play with her clit.

I don’t let go of her, keeping my hand firm on her ass to keep her where she is, so she does not move. I remove my thumb from her clit and grab the handle of the knife and thrust inside her hard. Pushing the knife handle so deep, tilting it up a little inside her so a small part of the blade enters her, but not enough to cut her.

I’m not a fucking psycho.

I push the blade up so it hits in the soft spot, and I hear a small grunt from her again, her breathing is getting heavy, the tip of her sharp nails digging into my shoulder, and because she has them fucking pointy, I can feel it through my T-shirt.

When her hips move faster, I pull the knife out of her and push her away. Her eyes are full of tears, which I could start collecting and put in a small little bottle. I smile to myself at the idea of having it around my neck. I might have to do it.

“No, no little Trixie, I don’t think so. You only come when I tell you to. But I do want to see how you taste.”

As my words hit her, she falls to her knees.

Sobbing.

I don’t care if she’s crying,.

I’m going to break her, like she broke my baby.

My car went up in flames and she didn’t care. So why should I care?

I put the handle of the knife in my mouth and suck off every single drop of her there. God, she tastes sweet.

I watch her as I suck my knife handle. She’s panting, looking away from me, but then looking back at me as the tears continue to escape her. She looks at the floor, then back toward me as she tries to get her breath back to normal. She stops herself from crying. I nod my head to make her come back over to me, and I get her to lie on the bed.

“Open your legs.” She doesn’t, which pisses me off.

“Open your legs,” I shout.

And this time she does. I get my hand up to her pussy, and pull her skin on her, so I can cut her skin smoothly, I want my mark close to her pussy.

Bringing the tip of the knife closer to her body, I dig it into her skin and make a small line. I watch as the blood drips down. Licking it off, then placing my thumb over it to stop any more blood from escaping. I look up at her.

“I told you, little Trixie, I’ll taste every single fucking drop of you. Go get your drawing pad.” I tell her as I get off the bed, trying to adjust the very hard dick I have right now. I have no idea what I’m going to do to release this pain.

I pick up my phone, which has beeped twice now.

Unknown

I’m coming for you!

Unknown

You took him from me, now I’ll take you from your family.

I quickly phone Cain, and he answers on the second ring.

“Hey, you in the club or down there?”

“I’m in The Pit until Monday morning. What’s wrong?”

“We need a family meeting when you get ba-”

“Why? What’s happened?”

“It can wait. It’s good.”

“Declan?” Now Cain sounds pissed, which I know he is. I’m not scared of many people, and even though Cain is good now, the man still scares the crap out of me.

“Cain, I swear Monday morning-”

“I’ll be at your house at five in the morning. Tell everyone else to be there.”

“I will.” I end the call, and turn to Trixie when I hear her bag drop on the floor. For a moment, I forgot she was there, and the hard dick I had in my pants has now fully gone with that text message.

What the fuck is going on?

Sitting back on the end of the bed, I take the pad from her and open it to an empty page.

“Design me a tattoo.” I push the pad into her stomach.

Can I put my clothes back on?

“No. You can stand there while you design a tattoo for me. If I like it, I might even get it, but if it’s not to my standard, well, I’ll find something to do to you as punishment.”

I walk out of the bedroom, so I can get my head around the fact I’ve got a fucked up anonymous message on my phone, a naked woman in my bedroom who I really want to fuck like crazy. One step at a time.

First, I need to focus on who wants me dead. I killed so many people in The Pit this summer, it could be any of their families..

Time to watch my back.

* * *

I smile at my family. Cain stands next to me. I’ve not told anyone about the messages that I’ve received. I knew they would implant themselves into my life and stay at the house. I didn’t want that. I can look after myself, but I didn’t even leave the house. Because for the first time in a long time, I had nothing to do. So, I was making the most of getting the little sleep I could have.

My head was all over the place after I got the messages on my phone, so I told Trixie to go home. I haven’t finished playing with her, but because my head was in The Pit, the last thing I wanted was for her to be around me while that shit is going on in my head.

I don’t even want my brothers around me when I have a bad day, never mind her.

“So what the fuck is happening that I need to be here at five in the fucking morning?” Mason asks.

I turn to Cain and give him my phone to see the messages.

“I’m coming for you. You took him from me. Now I’ll take you from your family.” Cain looks at me and shakes his head. “And you thought I didn’t need to know this when you called?” he shouts. I take a few steps back from him and move behind the chair. That’s enough space between us, I think. I hope.

Hayden takes the phone from him. Miles stands next to him to look at my phone.

“I didn’t even leave the house. I was home. What was going-”

“Don’t fuck around with me,” Cain shouts, and I know he’s pissed off. So, I do the only thing a smart man would do. I stand next to my dad. He won’t hurt me while I’m standing with dad. Surely not.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him, and my dad turns to face me.

“I never asked, but how many people did you kill down there?” The only person I can look at is my mom. She never misses a family meeting, so when Cain called them on vacation to tell them there was a family meeting, they dropped everything and came. They already have the jet ready to take them back tonight, and that’s only because I told them I won’t tell them anything, unless they promise to continue their holiday.

“Remember, it was them or me.” I take a deep breath and look over at Cain. How do you tell your parents you killed more men in the summer than you ever will out in the real world?

“He killed who he needed too,” Cain answers for me. I prefer his answer to the truth.

“I watched every fight.” He locks eyes with me.

“Did you tell anyone your name?”

“No!” I snap. “Rule number one, no names. You made it fucking clear. I was a number.”

Cain rubs his eyes. I was happy he never put me in the white room. I think I begged him not to put me in there. The white room was a fucked up room which is nothing but white, with lights flashing on and off nonstop, and music so loud I’m sure my ear drums would burst. I have no idea how he lived there for so long.

“Well, someone knows his name, and they’ve got his number. The Pit has a leak.” Miles is the first one to say what I’m thinking, but I’ve been down there. The rules are crazy. No one would break them.

“Do you know the names of all the men he killed?” Dad asks Cain, because I don’t know anyone’s name down there.

“I do. Lincoln and I will look into it.” The man has the best poker face I’ve ever seen. I mean, I’ve gotten better and can hide things, but there will always be that one moment when I let my mask slip and show what I’m thinking.

“So what now?” Mason asks.

“What’s rule two?” Cain asks me.

“Never show fear, never let them think you’re scared,” I tell him, and look at my mom, who’s watching me like a fucking hawk.

“Then go about your-”

“What?” My mom cuts Cain off. “So he can be a walking target?” Mom’s voice shakes as the words escape her, and I smile at her, letting her know I’ll be safe.

“Jane, he’ll be fine. We know things like this can happen, and we always stick together. Our boys have trained; they’re the best they can be. I trust Cain to look over them.” Dad tries to comfort Mom because he knows getting her back on the jet will not be easy, but I’ll throw her on there if I have to.

“Mom, I promise I will call every day to let you know I’m safe. Plus, Cain will check in on me every second of the day. I know how to look out for signs. Cain taught me well down there.” I kneel in front of her, and she places her hand on my cheek, and I place mine on top of hers. “I’m good. After being down there, I don’t think anything in this world is going to scare me.”

“But you’re my baby.” A small smile appears on her lips as I smile.

“See, I told you all I’m the baby.” My comment makes Mom laugh, and my dad slaps the back of my head. “They need to know you love me the most.” I lean in and give her a kiss on the cheek. “Trust me.”

She gives me a nod, and I smile as I stand back up and face everyone.

“You-” Cain points to me. “Come to the office tonight. We need to talk.”

He shakes his head at me while messaging on his phone.

“I followed the rules-”

“Don’t be late!” Cain walks away, and my dad follows him out.

“You’re in trouble,” Miles jokes and I tell him to fuck off.

“Watch your back, little brother. You call me if you need me to hack someone to find out any information. I’ll do it, no matter the time.” Miles hands me my phone back and sits next to Mom, as I stare at the messages I got last night.

I know my brothers will drop anything if I call them, and so will Cain. But we can’t fight anyone until we find out who it is. I killed men down there, but also made a lot of enemies, too. The list might be bigger than I want it to be.