20. Samuel
I’m still so goddamn angry; so jealous, even though I don’t like to admit that. It’s too easy to turn Ruby on. I just have to snarl at her, to rough her up and tell her what a dirty little thing she is, but the problem is that it turns me on, too.
She’s soaking wet, and I know it’s not because of him. She even told me it’s not because of him and still, something dangerous and possessive roars inside of me.
With every little one of her actions, she’s lighting a fire that will burn both of us alive.
I try to tell myself that it doesn’t matter. Even if she was so wet for him, she was squirming on my fingers just a second ago, and not on his.
If he thinks she’d ever spread her legs for him, I’m going to break every single one of his fingers before I do the same with the rest of his bones.
She’s still not on her knees and I don’t know what exactly about my order was too complicated for her. I need to make her regret her petty act.
Whatever it is, something inside of her seems to force her to provoke me until I snap. As if she has to taste my anger in the air until she gets me to a point where I have to wreck her perfect body.
She needs it like the air she breathes. Crossing every possible line until someone finally shows her boundaries and enforces them, and I wish I was a better man. One with more self-restraint, one that knows when to leave a situation instead of entertaining it further.
But I’m not.
“I won’t ask you a second time,” I say, and she glares at me.
“But—”
“I don’t care. You’re gonna get down on your fucking knees right now and apologize for behaving like that.”
She scoffs as she gets down. The floor must be uncomfortable against her bare skin. Good. She’s pissed that things don’t go her way right now. I can see it in her eyes, right alongside her desperate want. Not surprisingly, after I wouldn’t let her come.
My cock is rock hard in my pants, twitching against the fabric as I look down at her. Ruby is always a sight to behold, but right now as she kneels there so submissively, her cheeks flushed, slightly trembling—fuck. I’m going to finish in my pants if I keep looking at her.
A grin dances over her lips and by now I’m sure that she can read my thoughts.
“Is that how you apologize? By looking at me like a dirty little slut?”
Her eyes widen in fake shock, but the way her breathing fastens deceives her. Her soft hair feels nice in my hand as I shove her head towards my crotch. She groans something in protest, but I don’t care. I know she’s just acting up because I feel her mouthing at my cock through the fabric.
Greedy little thing.
I wonder how much it takes for her to drop the attitude. Probably have to fuck her senseless before that happens.
Somehow, she must have opened my pants while I was busy putting her in every possible position in my mind, and a low groan leaves me as she takes my cock in her mouth.
I won’t last long, not with the way she twirls her tongue around the tip. She smiles, looking up at me as she licks straight from base to tip, her eyes getting teary as she tries to take my cock down her throat.
“Who knew you could be such a good girl?” I growl, and she moans around my cock in response. I feel my release approaching, my fist still firm in her hair as I force her to look at me.
“Don’t swallow until I tell you to.”
She nods, stroking me with one hand while her mouth is still on me, her tongue trailing along the underside of my cock.
I wish I could come all over her face, but instead, I just make sure to not shove my cock too deep into her mouth as I come. A few drops of cum run down her chin as I yank her up and I wipe them away with my thumb before I press against her cheeks so that she opens her mouth for me.
Ruby seems to be able to obey orders after all, as long as I give them to her with my cock in her mouth. I push my middle and index finger down on her tongue, swiping up some of my cum.
“Swallow,” I order, and she does as she’s told. Maybe I really found her magic switch.
I shove her against the wall, my leg between her thighs as I make her clean up my thumb. Even through two layers of fabric, I feel how her panties are even more soaked than before. I yank them to the side before I shove my cum-covered fingers inside of her.
She clenches around me, moaning desperately while she tries to grind against my thigh.
“I want you to know that I own every goddamn part of you when you go back out there to talk to him. That mouth? Mine. That perfect cunt? Mine,” I growl, accentuating my words with thrusts of my fingers, my palm pressed against her pussy so that I rub over her clit with every move.
“And that pretty ass?” I whisper against her lips while I grab her ass. “Also mine.”
She whines, blabbering something incoherent as she presses her body against mine. She sucked me off like a good girl, and I may be angry, but I’m not a monster, so I’ll be nice in return and let her come.
I have to silence her with a messy kiss as she does so because there’s no way people outside won’t hear her moans.
I keep on holding her, rubbing over her clit to drag out her orgasm until her legs are shaking and she unsuccessfully tries to shove me away. Softly, I pat her cheek as she comes down from her high and the dumbfounded look on her face is too pretty to not admire it for another second.
“Wait here for a minute,” I tell her, placing soft kisses on her neck.
“And you should fix your hair.”
She nods, her eyes still heavy-lidded and a beautiful red hue on her cheeks.
“Good girl,” I whisper in her ear before I leave the storage room.
It’s shocking how quickly I got her to behave. The only problem is that I can’t have her choking on my cock whenever she acts up.
Maybe I could, but I definitely shouldn’t.
Thinking about it, I’ve already crossed so many lines since I met her. Crossing one, or a hundred more, surely won’t make a difference.
One of my phones beeps as I walk back out on the patio, locking eyes with Ruby’s date. He smiles at me, also looking at his phone, and I frown as I read Max’s message.
I already knew that the guy is the son of one of Mr. Barrons” business partners. Max’s message just confirms that those are bad people, dangerous people, no matter how much of a friendly slimeball he is towards Ruby.
My blood runs cold. This isn’t good, and that I can’t see his tank of a bodyguard anywhere doesn’t make this any better. I shouldn’t have left my gun in the car.
Thoughts of this being some kind of setup run through my mind. When I see Ruby leaving the storage room and strolling towards the guy, I’m already thinking about how I can get her away from here if shit goes down.
She looks fresh as a daisy, smiling as she goes back to him. She apologizes profusely, her hand on his arm again before she sits down. The sickening feeling is back as I try to remind myself that she’s not doing it to provoke me this time. Doesn’t make me want to break his fingers any less, though.
His bodyguard comes up to him, mumbling something towards him before he and Ruby hastily say their goodbyes. I’m keeping a safe distance. There’s no need to alarm his goon even more.
They hug and I don’t like it at all, but I try not to glare at him too obviously. I’ve sent Max pictures of him, his goon, and their cars, and that’s all I can do for now.
Surely, I could have had Ruby distract him to place trackers on their cars, but that would have meant telling her the truth about why I am actually here, and I can’t do that.
She saunters back to me after the two men left, and it’s only now that I see how shaky her legs still are.
“Come on, let’s get you back home,” I say as I maneuver her back towards the parking lot, but not without making sure that there’s no executioner”s commando waiting to take us out.
“I’m still mad at you for lying to me.”
“Are you mad at me for making you come too?” I say as I put my hand on the back of her neck and squeeze softly.
She leans into my touch and it’s not good that I enjoy this so much. As if my whole body is a tad more relaxed now that I have her to myself again.
“You owe me for this.”
“Mhm.” I sigh, opening the passenger door of the car to signal her to get in.
“You wanna see him again?” I ask as we’re back in the car. She laughs, looking out of the window.
“Of course, can’t wait to marry him.”
She’s joking and I know it, but it doesn’t keep me from imagining his lifeless figure in a body bag.
“Okay, that sounded really mean. He”s actually really nice, but one asshole of a father is enough. I don’t need another one of those as a close relative. And I think you can calm down. He didn’t seem like he was that interested in me either way.”
“Still looked at you too much for my liking. And there was no need for him to touch you like that,” I say.
“Samuel, are you jealous?” Ruby asks with a grin on her face.
“Shut up or you’re driving home in the trunk.”
“Wouldn’t mind it. So, back to the topic. Are you jealous? Change of mind? Did you accept I am not only a dipshit, but your dipshit?”
“You know what? Call him. Find someone else to put up with your bullshit. His bodyguard looked competent enough to watch over two shitheads,” I say, eyes focused on the road. And even now, I can see her grin getting bigger as she pulls her phone out of her purse.
“Fine, if you insist.” She swipes through her contacts, and just when she lingers over one for a second too long, I snatch her phone out of her hand and throw it on the backseat.
“Hey,” she protests, trying to reach it, but I squeeze her thigh and keep her from moving.
“Brat.”
I can’t win with her. I’ve maneuvered myself into a situation that is going to end badly, I can already feel it. But at least she’s quiet for now. Pouting, but quiet.
Mindlessly, I stroke over her thigh, even though I should probably keep both hands on the steering wheel. She tries to glare at me, but she’s doing a poor job hiding the small smile on her lips.
My stomach feels weird, way too often when I’m around her, and I sincerely hope that it’s just my body”s way of telling me I should take it easy on the pasta.