Page 42 of His Ruin
My body is a live wire, zapping with desire and something profound. His words awaken me in a way I didn’t find imaginable until just now. I want that. To be owned by him.
He’s wrapped gilded chains around my heart and held me in his hands for longer than I can remember. Every path has led us to each other, and I’ll give him everything if he would only utter the words. I’ve fallen so deep that there’s no end in sight, and I don’t need to be saved.
I need to be shown how far he’ll go for me—how badly he wantsthis. Wantsme.
My gaze peers into the mesh of his mask, searching for those green irises I’ve grown so fond of. Because I’m not speaking to the character he’s playing. I’m speaking toKaden, my brother and the only man I’ve ever loved. “Do it…” It’s a whispered plea, a silent declaration of my submission.
He rises above me, sliding his hand into my hair with a tight fist as his other hand flicks the button of his dark pants open. His boxer briefs flash as his hand dips past the waistband, and he grips the base of himself.
My mouth waters, anticipation building to a scolding temperature as my thighs slick together. My heart pounds so painfully that I can feel it fluttering in my neck.
He pulls himself free, and my eyes widen at the girth of his cock. He’s long and thick, veins straining against his skin as he gives himself a languid stroke to the bulbous tip. Precum dots the head, making him glisten under the dulled lighting.
He taps my cheek gently, gaining my attention. “Open your mouth. Eyes on me.”
My lips fall apart, and he nudges forward until his flesh touches mine, and I get my first taste of him. It’s heady need mixed with raw desperation, a cacophony of sensations I can’t describe beyond mere words. He stretches my mouth taught, rocking his hips lazily as inch after inch overcrowds my senses. I choke, sputtering around him as tears dot my lashes and my hands find purchase on his thighs.
“Take it all,” he commands in a rasp, using my hair to shove my head down further. I hollow out my cheeks the best I can, overwhelmed by his length as my tears fall.
He swipes a thumb under my eye, smearing my mascara. “Fuck, you’re so pretty like this with your mouth stuffed full.”
I peer up at him through my lashes, drawing back slightly before bobbing my head in a stroking motion. My tongue lavishes the underside of him, and I want his praise. I’ve never given head before, but I’ll do anything to hear those possessive, claiming words.
“Good,Angel,“ he commends before grabbing my hand from his thigh and wrapping it around his base. “Stroke what you can’t reach with those fucking lips.”
I use my saliva to lubricate him, working it down his member in a sticky sound as he forces himself into the back of my throat, and I choke loudly. He pulls me off him, my mouth popping free as I suck in a breath. I go still, not sure what to do as he peers down at me.
He taps my cheek again, tilting his chin down. “I didn’t say stop. Keep going, or I’ll fuck your throat.”
I’m turning into an incoherent mess, the sounds of my ragged breaths skating past my lips before I take him in my mouth again. He pushes and pulls my head, controlling me until a rhythm is established. It’s brutal as his hips begin to thrust in tandem, and all I want is to see him fall apart. He’s given me two ground-quaking orgasms, and I want to hear what he sounds like when I tip him over the edge.
My testing motions turn into sloppy, desperate moves, my pace quickening as my hand strokes velvet steel. My makeup is smearing, my lip gloss shining along his length, and my mascara leaving dark tracks across my face. He’s ruining me, and he knows it.
“I’m going to come on your pretty fucking face,” he snarls as his hips shoot forward, and I gag. His movements turn erratic and lose all rhythm. His hand pulls my hair so roughly that I can feel a few strands break, but I’m so lost in the scene that I don’t even care. I don’t care how I’ll look, because all I want is for him to mark me.
He groans deeply, sending shockwaves to my clit as he quickly yanks free of my mouth, and warmth splashes across my chin.
“Keep that mouth open,” he commands breathlessly as he steps back and his release paints over me. Some land on my tongue, while other droplets drip down the tops of my breasts. It’s salty and not at all what I was expecting.
Kaden pants where he stands, his hand slowing over his length as he takes in the sight before him—his sister, dressed as an angel, on her knees, and covered in his cum.
He tucks himself back into his pants before producing his phone. He holds it up to me and snaps a picture. “You look too good not to have memorabilia. MaybeDylanwould like to see what you look like on your knees for me, hmm?”
I don’t answer him as I swipe a finger over the sticky spot coating my breasts. I shove it past my lips, making eye contact with my brother in the most tantalizing way I can.
He chuckles darkly, cupping my cheek. “That’s my fucking girl. My perfect angel.”
I preen under his words, the wetness between my thighs becoming unbearable as my hands reach for him. He hoists me up, helping me balance on my heels before he plops down in one of the theater chairs and pats his thigh.
I ease down onto his lap, and his fingers curl under my knees until he rips my thighs apart and uses the armrests to hold my legs. He wastes no time reaching around me, his digits curling into the soaked warmth of my core. I gasp, resting my head back against his shoulder as he slicks around my clit, teasing it. My whole body feels unbearably hot, and my moans are slipping from me as heat begins to spread.
His fingers dip down, and I have no warning before he sinks one into me. It’s tight, and I grab his wrist roughly.
“I’m a virgin—”
“I know,“ he growls before sinking it further, and fractals explode across my senses. “But not for long.”
His hand pumps slowly, stretching me until he hits a barrier. He doesn’t go further, but as his thumb strokes over my sensitive bud, my hips begin to move. My peak is right there. I’m so close.
