Chapter 8: Ruined

                          ••~~MADDISON~~••

My eyes caught him in the mirror, a stunned, self-satisfied smirk pulling at his lips. Like seeing me this way, kneeling on his bed, in nothing but a cream-colored silk robe, was some kind of reward for whatever brutal day he’d had.

Somehow, it felt like he knew me. Really knew me. He couldn’t. Of course not. But the illusion of it made me more open to whatever he had planned.

"I’ve been waiting for you," I whispered, breath spritzing.

His eyes tracked me as he moved closer with that wild look, like trouble just found its target.

When he reached me, his hand wrapped firmly around my throat, his voice low against my hair.

"Maddison Summers... you have occupied my mind all day."

All day? I wanted to scoff, but the tremble in my body betrayed me.

"Have I?"

“You’ve got this….. strange effect on me." His breath was hot. I clenched my core, resisting the urge to melt into him.

"Do I?" I whispered, barely able to form the words.

"Yes baby girl and I think I have the same on you."

His teeth grazed my neck. I moaned.

He tugged my robe down, letting it slip off my shoulders. I was naked. Not just to him…. but to his reflection. To several versions of him. To myself.

"God, you are a Masterpiece," he murmured.

I hadn’t realized my eyes were shut until his voice demanded I open them. I did, hesitantly. Caught my reflection. Then quickly looked away.

"Don’t. Don’t look away like I’m lying. Look at yourself."

His fingers tilted my chin, but I resisted.

"Why won’t you look?"

"I don’t like what I see."

His voice softened. "What do you see?"

“A broken girl.” My voice was so low I could barely hear myself.

But he heard me. Of course he did.

"What do you want to see, Maddison?"

I inhaled, mumbling softly. "A girl who is fearless. Powerful. Unashamed."

"She’s right there. Look."

His voice slithered over my skin, hypnotic. I opened my eyes again, barely.

His fingers started just under my ribs, dragging slow over the slope of my stomach, skimming every dip and hollow… taking his damn time… until they stopped, right where I was already burning for him… between my thighs.

I gasped as he brushed over the most sensitive part of me.

My body gave in, falling back against his chest. His one hand wrapped tight around my waist. The other moved between my legs, teasing, circling my swollen tip, finding a rhythm that made me tremble.

A whimper slipped from my lips.

"Corian..."

He held me tighter. "You are a work of art, baby girl. See her. Feel her. Breathe her. Own her."

His fingers teased my clit, with wicked strokes. I shattered in his arms, soft cries spilling from my lips as pleasure tore through me.

"You are a goddess. You have nothing to be ashamed of."

His words. His fingers. The mirrors. It all came together, like a force yanking me out of the grave I’d been lying in for years.

And suddenly, I saw her. The woman I wanted to be; bursting through the glass like she’d been trapped there my whole life. No shame. No pain. Just power.

“That’s it. Feel her,” he murmured against my neck, right before sinking his teeth into my skin.

His hand never stopped, kept circling my arousal with just the right pressure, until I was trembling, raw, desperate. I gave in…. completely, letting the moment wrap around me.

My scent was heavy in the air, intoxicating. I inhaled my own aura, let it fill me, drug me, ruin me. Each second pulled me deeper… past logic, past shame… past the trauma into this wild, blissed-out surrender I didn’t even know I had in me. A place I’d never been before. A place of dark, undiscovered acceptance.

His eyes stayed locked on the mirror, watching me fall apart. His fingers worked me faster.

I arched into his hand, crying out, loud, shameless, begging for more. He gave it to me, much faster, wilder.

My fingers tangled in the back of his hair, gripping hard, clawing like I needed something to hold onto.

One second I was gasping, the next, I was on my back, pinned.

Then he slid right between my thighs, hooked my legs open and dragged me closer like he’d paid for the privilege.

Well, he did.

In this bed, he pretty much owned me.

"I want to fuck you so hard." He growled into my hair, then he bit my neck, rough and possessive.

Pulled his pants down.

My eyes widened.

THAT was…… Huge. Thick. Heavy.

As if he could literally hear my thoughts, he smirked. "I’m not going to break you, Maddison."

But I wasn’t sure. My legs spread wider anyway.

His lips curled with a small smirk. "Yes, I am the only one who can ruin this masterpiece."

"Yes," I breathed.

"Yes what?"

"Yes... Master." I responded fast like I had been schooled.

“Good girl.” His eyes dropped to my thighs, devouring the slick mess between them. "Soaked. Just the way I like it."

My body trembled. I was bare, exposed, sitting in a pool of my own heat craving his thickness like I’d crave my next breath.

He aligned himself with me.

I groaned.

Then he pushed in.

Nothing prepared me for it.

The pain exploded. Stretching. Tearing. Burning.

I screamed.

He stopped. Pulled back.

"Damn it, Maddison. Have you never?...."

My face said it all.

I AM A VIRGIN or was. I don’t know how far gone I am.

"Please," I begged. "Don’t stop."

I wouldn’t be able to take it if he did.

"It’s gonna hurt so much more."

"I don’t care."

"Keep your eyes on me. Watch me turn you." He commanded

I nodded.

He pushed again. Slow. Deep. Filling.

I groaned, biting my lip hard.

"Say it. I am the only one."

"You are the only one," I cried, body shaking.

He ground into me. Deep, full strokes, like there was no room inside me that he didn’t fill.

Moans and whimpers filled the room. The sound of skin slapping. Heavy breaths.

His lips crashed into my breasts, hungry, rough. He kissed the valley between them like a man starved.

His rhythm was brutal, grinding my p^ssy in rotations…. in slams….. and in simultaneous rotations and slams….. relentlessly while my body just took it….. took everything it craved from him. And then came his grunts.

I clung to him. Letting him take everything.

Pleasure twisted into pain. Pain twisted back into pleasure.

His groans grew ragged, urgent. His body tensed crushing me against him.

Mine convulsed.

Then I let go.

Cried out. Loud. High. Everything.

“You are going to feel me inside you now, Maddison… Tell me you understand…” His words were ragged, hungry breaths burning against my skin.

I knew what he was asking, and in that moment, I wanted everything. The word came breathless out of my mouth: “Yes.”

And I felt him let go… his release hitting me deep, hot and sudden, dragging a deep-throaty groan from his chest into my hair. His body tightened hard around me as if to trap me in it, while he poured himself into me.

My body trembled, gripping him back like it was being marked forever.

It was the first time, I reclaimed my own body. It was mine… not Bernie’s. Not Julia’s, not Chad’s. Just mine.

I don’t know what kind of dark magic this man was running, but he was the only one who crashed right through my trauma walls, and showed my body how to respond in a way it never had before.

God, I never thought I would ever feel this way.

“Thank you.” I whispered, tears glazing my eyes.

I barely heard his breath in my ear. “Don’t thank me yet…” his voice dropped into a ragged, filthy growl, “…I’m about to teach your body things it’ll never forgive me for.”

This man…. God…. he could end me with just his words.

It didn’t help that I could feel him swim inside me. Every filthy syllable he growled hit me twice…. once in my ear, and once where our bodies were locked,

But before I could drown in it… into that insane, dizzy euphoria, his eyes drifted above my head and his whole body froze on me.

His pupils narrowed. His jaw locked. His hands gripped me tighter,

“What’s that?” he bit out.

Oops.