18. Ruin
Chapter 18
Ruin
Sometimes, I think my body doesn’t work like it should. I watch the men in Midnight fuck around with their tongues and cocks out, wetting people’s lips and driving into each other with an energy that can only be described as violent. They sweat, they curse, they spill their seed all over the floor and all over each other, not caring to clean up the mess that’s left over, rolling around in it like pigs in the mud.
I know that Rebel shoots off like a rocket when he comes. At night when Celia’s asleep, sometimes he’ll stroke his dick, breathless and desperate, writhing beside her. I think he wishes she would wake up and tend to his body, but she never does.
Thanatos is wearing her out in the mornings—that, or she’s pregnant and spending all of her energy supporting the life starting to grow inside of her.
I don’t mind that she’s too tired to have sex, but my brothers miss it. I can see it in the way Rage flexes his entire body, tightening every single muscle to divert the blood flow from his cock. Or how Rebel kisses her like she’s his favorite addiction, stealing the air from her lungs just as quickly as she’s stealing his heart.
But there are pieces of me missing, and I think this is one of them. I don’t come in an eruption of heat and bliss like my brothers’ do. It’s a quick burst, a rush of fluid, and a bone-deep weightlessness that lets me forget how broken my body is for that brief moment.
I wonder what it feels like for Celia when she’s with us. I’ve seen her come dozens of times now—I dream of the way her face turns bright crimson, the blood quickly rushing to the surface, and of the softness of her pink pussy, slick with her desire as she comes on her fingers and on mine—but I haven’t felt it the same way my brothers’ have. They bury themselves inside her heat and feel her body welcome them deeper, begging to be filled.
If I put my dick inside of her, will her body beg for it, too? Can I make her come as hard as my brothers’ do, or will she realize that I’ll always be this broken tangle of sharp edges and limbs that can’t make her feel the same way they do?
Even if she comes to understand this about me, it won’t matter, in the end. My brothers will keep her in their own way—and I’ll keep her in mine.
Bound in the most decadent crimson rope, tied up tightly, her body as marked as mine once the rope digs into her flesh.
I keep these thoughts to myself, but it’s getting harder to avoid the temptation to carry her up the stairs to my bedroom and put her body on display. Under the warm spotlight, I can see everything. Every reaction to my touch, every pebbled inch of flesh, every whisper of desire I elicit from within.
Tempting, but not impossible to ignore.
The itch to touch her with my knife, though—that’s a song that’s sweeter than honey, and I’m desperate for another taste.
While she chats idly with Rebel on our way down the grand staircase to the garage, I imagine the glide of the handle inside her pussy. The heat radiating from her cunt, the slick desire building on the polished metal, the rich scent of her body filling the air. I lick my lips and imagine kissing her there, at the apex of her thighs, the way she’ll squirm and gasp and?—
A high-pitched scream catches me off guard, and I blink to clear my head. In front of us is a gleaming, pale blue sports car that I’ve never seen before, and hovering in front of it is Celia with her arms spread wide and a cute little hop in her step.
“Ohmygod!” She shrieks, still bouncing on her heels. “When did you get this?”
Rebel grins like a cat eying its next meal. “Bought her just this morning and drove her over.” He pats the hood before pulling Celia over, easily setting her down on top of it. With a whistle, he steps back to admire her. “Damn, you’re gorgeous. Wait, let me take a picture!” He snaps what looks like a dozen photos, each of them focusing on different parts of her body. The first few are of the whole picture, Celia’s body on full display in front of the car, but the next few are zoomed in on her chest, her lips, her hips and thighs. He groans and slips the phone back into his pocket. “God, you’re crazy beautiful.”
Celia blushes a deep crimson and idly plays with the waves of her hair falling loosely over her shoulder. “You mean it?”
“Of course I mean it.” Sliding up to her, Rebel slots his hips between her thighs and pulls her to the edge of the hood, easily fitting into place. Brushing his hand over her cheek, he blushes. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Celia.”
They fold into each other’s arms, and it’s impossible to look away. Unlike when she’s with Rage, she melts into Rebel’s touch. Little gasps catch in her throat with each pluck of his lips on hers, and she wraps her arms around his waist to pull him closer.
“Gonna dent the hood,” he warns, exhaling harshly, “but fuck it.” Climbing up on top of her, he leans Celia back and lifts onto his knees. “Ruin, get over here. Watch this.”
I don’t know why he thinks I’m not paying attention, but I walk closer and get a perfect view of Celia’s tender blush trailing across her cheeks and down her neck. It dips into her sweater and out of sight, but Rebel slips his hand up her shirt and lifts the fabric over her breasts. Bright pink blossoms across the stripe of skin visible on her chest, and she bites her plush bottom lip as she looks up at me.
“You think Celia is beautiful, too, don’t you, Ruin?” My brother glances over at me, expecting an answer.
“Yes.”
That doesn’t please him. His mouth twitches into a frown. “C’mon, man, she’s on the hood of a Lamborghini. She’s gorgeous.”
“Yes.”
Shaking his head, he laughs ruefully. “ Shit , you’re bad at this.”
I don’t know what he wants me to say, and my skin pricks with discomfort. I shift my weight from foot to foot and clear my throat, my body feeling too tight.
Celia tosses a glare at Rebel before reaching for my hand. She squeezes it and tugs me closer, forcing me to brace myself on the hood of the car. I lean over her body and breathe in her scent. She smells like summer, full of warmth and sunlight and something cloyingly sweet. “He doesn’t have to say anything if he doesn’t want to.”
I have plenty to say but not enough words to say them.
Grasping Celia’s hand, I lower it to her thighs and rub the soft denim covering her skin. This is different than crawling on top of her while she’s sleeping in bed, but the effect is the same. Her breath catches and she spreads her thighs wider to make room for me. Without my leather gloves in the way, I can feel the warmth of her hand and how much hotter her thighs are. Have I been missing out this entire time?
Is there more that I can feel?
“Fuck me,” Rebel groans, rocking back on his heels. “I should have never bought you this car. I’m gonna wanna fuck you in it— on it —every day.”
Biting her lip, Celia pushes her breasts together with her arms. “How is that a bad thing?”
Cursing, Rebel runs a hand through his messy hair. “We’re seriously gonna dent the hood.”
“We already are.”
He grins and presses a quick kiss to her wrist. “I guess there’s no point in stopping now, then.” Undoing his belt, he drops his pants and boxers to his knees and frees his cock. It’s already full, and Celia wraps her hand around the base. Hissing through his teeth, Rebel rocks into her palm. “Fuck, baby, that feels good.”
Next, Celia reaches for my belt. She fumbles with it one-handed and manages to undo it, but the button and zipper prove too challenging. “Ruin, help.”
Slowly, I unbutton my pants and mimic my brother’s movements, dropping them below my hips. Celia reaches inside my boxers and pulls my cock out, squeezing it gently. She might be stroking Rebel’s dick, but she’s staring at mine. Her lips part and she scoots closer, like she wants a taste.
A bead of precum slips free as I imagine what that would feel like, having her soft tongue pressed to the sensitive underside.
She spreads my precum with the pad of her thumb, then begins stroking in earnest. Pleasure zings up my spine, and for the first time in my life, I think I understand the appeal of jerking off. As she tugs the skin over the tip and maintains a steady amount of pressure, more precum leaks out onto her palm. Taking a shaky breath, I lower myself to my forearm and thrust my hips in time with her movements, the cool metal of the car spreading goosebumps down my thighs.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Rebel rasps, trembling beside me. “I want your mouth— fuck , no, your pussy. I want your pussy, baby, please milk my cock.” She nods breathlessly, and that’s all the permission he needs to drag her jeans down her thighs and thrust harshly between them, grunting as he slots himself inside. Her hot pink panties turn deep magenta as Rebel thrusts in and out of her heat, staining the fabric with their need for each other.
But it’s not her pussy I’m enthralled with—it’s her mouth and all the pretty cries spilling past her lips. She grips my cock hard as my brother rocks into her. Each time their bodies meet, she tugs my shaft and pants in my ear, her moans growing louder by the second. I know that it’s my brother that’s pleasuring her, but it sounds like she’s moaning for me, and that’s all it takes for me to slip over the edge.
I come without warning, gasping as it ricochets through my body like a gunshot. My legs quake as ropes of cum spill into Celia’s hand, too much for her to hold, and spill all over the hood of her new sports car.
She doesn’t seem to care about the mess as she throws her head back and cries out in bliss. The sound goes straight to my loins, and another wave of pleasure crashes over me. Gritting my teeth, I hiss as my cock spills once more, flooding Celia’s palm, smearing my seed all over her fingers and wrist.
Rebel comes next, slamming his hips into hers and groaning as he pumps her full of cum. He cups her face in his hand and turns her towards him, capturing her lips in a sloppy kiss. I wonder what that’s like, too—looking her in the eyes and filling her up, leaving a piece of yourself so deep that it can’t be removed.
I’ve already fingered my blood inside of her pussy, satiating a need to claim her like my brothers do.
But maybe I can do this , too.
The way she threads her hand in Rebel’s sweaty hair and pulls him into an embrace sends a twinge of jealousy through my veins. But then she smiles—a radiant show of warmth and affection—directly at me, and the jealousy snaps out of existence.
I may not fuck her like my brothers do, but that smile—that smile is just for me.