“Please,” she said.
“What have I told you about begging?”
He moved her toward her small dining table. It wasn’t very big but he suddenly picked her up andplaced her on the surface. It was cold against her ass, causing her to yelp. Ruin held open her thighs and stroked one hand up the inside of her thigh until he cupped her pussy. A whimper escaped her.
“So beautiful,” he said. “You’re so wet. Do you wantme, Callie?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me you want my dick.”
“I want your dick.” Her face was on fire.
“I love hearing those words from your pretty lips. You were made to be fucked, Callie.” He slid a finger inside her.
She closed her eyes.
“Open your eyes. Watch your cunt.”
Callie looked down at where he was playing with her pussy. He added a second finger and even though he’d had sex with her three times already, it still felt tight. There was a little soreness. Ruin seemed to know when she was hurting though, because he twisted his fingers and his thumb danced across her clit. She went to close her eyes again, to enjoy what he was doing to her body. He stopped.
“Watch.”
His thumb slid across her clit as his fingers pumped inside her.
“Your pussy is so tight butI feel you getting close. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Then come for me. I want you soaking wet when I feed thisgreedy cunt my dick.”
She cried out his name.It never took long for her to find her release and as she did, his name was constantly on her lips. He pulled his fingers from her and as he pressed his naked cock to her core, she watched and felt him enter her. Ruin was not small. He was so big, and with one hard thrust, he was balls deep inside her. His hands went to her hips and held her steady as he pumped inside her, but then he stopped, pulled out, and moved her. She didn’t know how she was able to stand. Her legs felt like jelly.
He pressed her across the dining room table, spread her legs, and ran his hand down herback. He spread the cheeks of her ass and she cried out as he put the tip of his cock to her core and slid in deep. This angle was different. He seemed to be bigger and seemed to go deeper than before. She loved it.
“Hold on, baby.”
He grabbed her hips and Ruin showed her exactly how he wanted to fuck her. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoed around the room, taking her higher and higher. She wanted to watch but all she could do at this angle was feel, feel all of him. From the moment she had met Ruin, that was what he’d made her do—feel, live, be. It was so strange. For nine years she had simply existed, going through the motions of work. Not taking part. Getting from one day to the next.
Now, she was alive.
She was breathing.
She was experiencing.
She was finally living.
And it was all because of Ruin.
She didn’t want any of it to end.
He growled her name and it was the best sound in the world to her.Ruin wanted her and she wasn’t going to waste a single moment.
****
Callie closed her eyes asshe took a bite of pizza. They’d been locked away in her apartment for the past twenty-four hours, and it was no surprise to Ruin these were the best hours of his freaking life. He’d done a lot of bad shit in his time on this earth. Crazy stuff. Earned the reputation of being the Bogeyman. Had men and women fearing his name. No one knew who he truly was. There were no files, nothing to track. He was no one. And he’d been more than happy to live his life like that. It was how he survived.
Until Callie.