Page 6 of Ruby Mayhem


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“Oh, my God!”

He chuckles. It is a low rumble that vibrates through me, covering my skin with goosebumps. Then he dives in, his mouth hot and wet against my most intimate place.

Holy shit!

The feeling is unreal. I cry out, my fingers tangling in his hair as he hungrily devours me, his tongue and lips working in harmony as he teases my clit and laps at the juices that are trickling from me.

The pleasure continues to build, morphing into a relentless wave that threatens to consume me. I can feel my orgasm approaching, my body tensing, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. And then it hits me and washes me away like the mother of all waves. A white-hot explosion that leaves every inch of me trembling and breathless.

“Fuck! Oh… fuck!” I cry uncontrollably, one hand twisting into his hair, the other clutching at the bedsheets. My back arches clean off the mattress as the tidal wave of pure pleasure washes through me. He gives a low moan of approval as he keeps his attention on my clit, not letting up, even as I flop back, wrung out, and panting.

“Ooohhh…” I exhale as the sensations begin to ebb and flow again. Except now the air is cooling the sweat on my fevered skin, tendrils of hair tickling at my cheeks as his mouth eases from me even though I’m desperate for more.

“Don’t stop! Please…” I know I shouldn’t beg but I do. Yet he doesn’t continue; instead, he’s withdrawing from me, his hands sliding away.

No!

I open my eyes, expecting to see his triumphant smile, his violently beautiful face, but instead, I’m met with darkness. I blink, confusion setting in as the realization hits me:

He’s not here anymore.

I’m alone in my bed, the sheets tangled around my legs. I open my eyelids and all I see is a pale ceiling looming over me. There is no triumphant smile, no beautifully violent face. Only the four walls of my room and an empty ceiling staring back at me.

Dammit!

It was all a dream.

A vivid, erotic dream that left me aching and unsatisfied. I close my eyes again, trying to recapture the sensation, the feel of his hands on my body, his mouth on my skin. But it’s gone. Vanished like smoke in the wind.

“Dammit!” I say out loud this time, frustrated by the ebbing sensations, and annoyed at myself for harboring these feelings for this man in the first place. For the same man who bought me.

What the hell is wrong with you, Tiana?

Are you out of your freaking mind?

Maybe it’s the fact that I’m still a virgin at twenty-one. Maybe it’s the fact that my father had me sheltered my entire life. Maybe my hormones are going crazy. Maybe I’m a little crazy. Whatever the reason is, the aching sensation of hunger continues to consume my body. It’s ridiculous.

“Stop thinking about him you idiot,” I scold myself as I finally rip myself away from the dream. I’m still covered in sweat, the sheets clinging to my skin like a damp shroud.

Get your ass up Teetee.

Groaning a sound that surprises even me, I flung back the covers. My body is still on fire. I need to clear my head.

A cold shower.

That’s what you need, girl.

I reluctantly stand on my feet and I shuffle towards the bathroom.

***

“Wait a minute… Your father did what!?”

“He sold me, Rox.” My breath catches in my throat. “He put me on auction and sold me to some shady guy.”

“Holy fucking shit! Are you for real?” My best friend’s normally upbeat voice is squawking across the line. “But how…? What…? I don’t get it.”

“Neither do I.” I swallow hard. I still can’t believe it myself.

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