Page 37 of Claimed By Ruin

God, I wanted to scream, but still couldn’t deny the low pulse in my belly. It had to be the hormones because this was ridiculous. This man drove me absolutely insane.

An undeniable fact, yet I still wanted him in a way that was embarrassing.

Knew that I would give in and it wouldn’t even be a fight.

“Don’t touch me,” I spat, giving him the concession we both knew I would.

The asshole chuckled. He never fucking chuckled. “Kind of hard to do given what’s about to happen, don’t you think?”

“I’ll be more specific then since you’re proving yourself to be the idiot you claim that you’re not. Don’t touch my stomach.” I kept my voice high. Kept my eyes on him. He didn’t look away, but he flinched.

For anyone else, it would have been nothing, but I saw it, and was bombarded with victory and then shame. Funny. I was proud of myself for not feeling ashamed earlier.

Was happy that I hurt him.

Now I was disgusted that I hurt him. I kept my eyes on him as I pulled off my pants, stripped off my shirt, and walked towards him.

His cock was still at full mast, but he dropped his hand. I wanted him to turn me away, to recoil in disgust. Do something.

But he didn’t.

He just lay there, that taunting look on his face. I climbed onto the bed, my nipples pebbling in the cool air, the anticipation of touching him lighting me up with sensation. I climbed on him, fighting back the desire to close my eyes, slam down on his cock, and drive myself to a furious climax.

It’d be over quicker, I wouldn’t have to sit with his gaze but I didn’t deserve the reprieve. No this was mine to sit in or in this case sit on, so I did.

I gripped his cock at the base, teased myself with it, rubbing up, down, up again until his crown glistened with my wetness. Then I leaned down and sucked him into my mouth, moaning around the taste of me on him. I kept my eyes on him the entire time, tracing the sharp lines of his muscled chest with my eyes, staring at the way his abs constricted with his low moans. I circled his crown with my tongue, and teased that one spot on the underside. I gave him three furious strokes and was rewarded with a spurt of precum.

I opened my mouth and let it dribble down, then used my hand to stroke his shaft until it glistened.

I settled over him again, and lowered down slowly, inch by inch until our pubic bones thudded against each other.

Jesus I would never get used to this feeling of Jack inside me taking me over. I hated it because I loved it so much.

I needed it and he knew it, too. I kept my eyes on him, not allowing myself to look away and instead shifted, lifting a half an inch before slamming back down.

The next time I barely lifted it all and ground my hips into his forcing myself to keep my eyes on his gauging every micro reaction, knowing that even though he saw mine, I saw his, too.

It wasn’t parity but it was something. I lamented being at Jack’s mercy, hated it with every fiber of my being but in this way, he was at mine, too.

It was beyond insignificant, the biological imperative driven by evolution and brain chemicals, but I would chase these few moments of pleasure, of happiness, while I could.

Happiness. What a fucking joke.

I knew that, reminded myself of it every single day, but as I rode Jack, I chased the closest thing I would ever find to t let the sensations hit, all the while pretending I didn’t miss his hands on me.

I glanced down and saw the way he gripped the sheets.

Shivered at the memory of his rough, commanding hands and how they would touch me, of how he’d sometimes use those hands to cradle me so gently, I almost let myself believe I mattered.

“Fuck,” he grunted, his hips starting to buck. I expected him to hold my hips and still me take over and fuck me from below, but he didn’t. I kept my eyes on his and rode him as I came.

He stiffened, came inside me with a deep sigh. For a moment, his face was twisted in what looked like bliss but it was gone in an instant.

Afterwards, he kept his eyes on mine, but still didn’t touch me.

Didn’t touch me when he softened and slipped out of me.

I climbed off, his cum dripping down my thighs.