Page 33 of Love Her Ruin
With a loud groan, Eddie comes in my mouth. I swallow all of his salty cum, and he sinks down to kiss me, sharing the taste. James pounds into me, his grunts loud in my ear, his fingers digging bruises into my hips. When he orgasms, he holds me there, pinned, while Daddy’s shadows take over, moving inside me with a rhythm that is slow, deep, and inhuman.
I am filled, utterly, completely. Owned by all of them at once.
This is our glorious sacrament, a marathon ritual of blood and lust.
It feeds our need in continuous cycles. When one orgasm fades, I’m already reaching toward the next. When one cock comes, it’s already hard seconds later.
It is endless. It is perfect.
I lose track of who is where, of what is flesh and what is shadow. I am fucked on my hands and knees in a dead man’s blood. I am lifted and braced against the wall, James entering my pussy again while Eddie watches, violently stroking himself, his eyes glazed with pleasure. Then Daddy lays me back on the bloody floor, his formless weight on top of me, between my thighs, inside my ass.
James holds his knife to my thigh and carves out today’s date. The knife bites just enough to sting, a bright line of fire blooming across my skin, and I arch into it, into him, into all of them. Blood wells up in the shallow cut, tracing the date like a promise etched in red ink.
The day my revenge reached its pinnacle.
James's eyes lock on mine, that boyish grin splitting his face as he leans down to lick the wound clean, his tongue making me shiver.
Eddie traces the curve of my breast, his thumb circling my nipple and making me whimper. Leaning down to suck my nipple into his mouth, he slides his fingers lower, joining Daddy's shadows at my clit, rubbing in tandem until I'm bucking against the dual assault, the pressure building like a storm in my veins.
Daddy pulses deeper into my ass, his essence stretching me, filling me with that hot-cold, scaled invasion that feels like drowning in midnight. He's devouring me, his shadows coiling tighter, thrusting in time with James's renewed rhythm in my pussy.
I can feel Daddy everywhere—in my mind, tendrils wrapping my throat just shy of choking, forcing my head back so James can claim my mouth in a kiss that's all teeth and blood and desperation.
The blood beneath us is cooling, sticky, a reminder of Vincent's end, but it only heightens everything. The metallic scent mixing with sweat and sex, the slick slide of bodies on a battlefield we've claimed as our bed.
Eddie straddles my neck and nudges my mouth open with the tip of his cock. I take him inside and hollow my cheeks, sucking hard until darkness eclipses the blue in his eyes.
I come apart then, shattering with a scream that's half euphoria, half ecstasy, my body clenching around them all. James follows, growling low as he spills inside me, marking me from within. Eddie’s balls slap my chin as he bucks his hips, his release shooting down my throat in hot streaks. Daddy lingers, drawing out the aftershocks until I'm boneless, trembling, utterly spent.
We collapse in a tangle of shadows and gore, the room reeking of our unholy communion. I lie there, staring at the ceiling, feeling the date on my thigh throb like a heartbeat.
Vincent has long since stopped breathing. He is a pale, empty shell in a vast, dark lake of his own making.
We lie there for a moment, panting, tangled together in the cooling blood.
Then James sits up, his eyes bright. He fetches the bone saw from his toolkit next to the workbench. It’s a small, brutal thing with wicked teeth. He goes to Vincent’s body and, with a few efficient strokes, severs several bones, but leaves his tattooed ribs intact.
He brings them to the workbench, dripping with gore, and uses wire to bind them together into a crude, jagged circlet.
Then he presents it to me with a flourish, kneeling in the blood before me. “Your crown, my queen.”
I take it, and it’s heavier than I expected.
I place it on my head and stand, and my court rises with me. We are a tableau of blood and bone and spent desire.
I look at Vincent’s ruined body, then at the men who helped me break him.
“The queen,” James says, his voice reverent.
“Has risen,” Eddie finishes, his hand finding mine.
Daddy’s shadows curl around my ankles.
I am bathed in my enemy’s blood. I am crowned with his bones.
It is finally done.
Chapter 17
