Mine to Ruin

Celeste

“What are you looking at?” I breathed, my voice shaking.

“You,” Jace said, a nasty, hungry grin spreading across his face. “Thinking about how you’d scream if I fucked you right now.”

My mouth fell open, and I couldn’t move. “You wouldn’t.”

“Watch me.”

My body gave up instantly. My heart hammered, my skin burned, and between my legs, I was a soaking, throbbing mess. I needed to be filled.

I balled my fists, trying not to crumble under his stare. He looked at me like he wanted to eat me alive. My nipples turned into hard peaks against my shirt. I wanted this—I wanted him to ruin me.

He stepped in. I backed up until my spine hit the wall. He traced my lips with one finger. Sparks flew. I leaned into him, desperate for more.

“You’re begging for it,” he whispered, dragging his tongue across my bottom lip. “I can see it. Your body is screaming for me.”

I bit down on my lip to keep from making any sound.

“You’re playing with fire, Celeste,” he growled, his hand wrapping around my throat. “Let’s see how much you can take.”

He grabbed my breasts, squeezing them hard until I gasped. He pinched my nipples, and a shot of pure heat went straight to my core.

“Please,” I choked out. I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop or kill me with it.

He grabbed my wrists and slammed them over my head. He buried his face in my neck, biting and sucking until I was sobbing out moans.

“Jace…”

“You want it,” he hissed. “Tell me.”

“I... I can’t...”

“You’re dripping for me,” he muttered. His hand slid down, his thumb circling my wet slit. He teased the opening, making me shake. “Tell me you want it. Say it.”

“I want you,” I cried out. “I want this!”

He shoved a finger deep inside me. I arched off the wall, a loud moan breaking out of me. He didn’t stop. He curled his finger, hitting that spot over and over.

“Yes… right there! More!”

I was a total mess, screaming his name as the tension coiled tight. “I’m cumming—Jace—I’m cumming!”

Right as I peaked, he ripped his finger out.

“You don’t cum until I tell you to,” he barked. He scooped me up and tossed me onto the bed. He loomed over me, looking dark and dangerous.

“Spread your legs.”

“Like this?” I asked, my breath coming in pants as I pulled my knees wide, baring myself completely. He stared at my wetness like a predator.

“Yes. Just like that.”

He dropped his head, and his tongue lashed out, licking me deep and hard. I screamed, my back arching off the mattress. He gripped my thighs so hard that it would leave marks.

“Faster,” I begged.

He sucked me harder, his tongue working like a machine. I tangled my hands in his hair, my eyes rolling back. I was right on the edge, the heat becoming too much. Then, he pushed me over. I exploded, my whole body shaking in a massive, messy climax.

He licked me clean, taking his time, tasting every bit of me.

“That was so good,” I whimped. Jace stood up, his eyes black with lust. I watched, mesmerized, as he stripped. When he was naked, I gasped. He was huge, thick, and perfect.

“Like what you see?” he asked, his voice like gravel as he gripped his hard length.

I nodded. “I love it.”

“Good girl.” He pushed one of my legs up and rubbed the wet head of his cock against me.

“Oh—Jace—” I gasped as he started to stretch me open.

“God, you’re tight,” he groaned, his veins popping. “Take it, baby. Let me in.”

He shoved deep, filling me until I thought I’d break.

“Move,” I whispered.

He turned into an animal. He hammered into me—hard, fast, and brutal. He flipped me onto my hands and knees, grabbing my hips and pounding me until he let out a loud groan, filling me with his hot release.

But he wasn’t done. He lined himself up to go again, his thick, wet head dragging over my swollen opening.

“You thought I was finished with you?” he growled, his voice like gravel.

He didn’t wait for an answer. He shoved back inside me in one heavy, brutal motion. I screamed, my head hitting the pillow as he filled me to the bursting point. My body was already sensitive, every nerve on fire, and his raw power was turning me into a shaking mess.

“Jace—I can’t—” I sobbed, my fingers scratching at the sheets.

“You can,” he hissed, grabbing my waist and lifting my hips higher. “You’re going to take every bit of me until I’m empty.”

He started to move; his rhythm was fast. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, a wet, rhythmic thud that made my heart race.

He wasn’t being gentle; he was pounding into me, his cock hitting my cervix over and over until my vision went dark at the edges.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

I twisted my head back, my eyes blurry and blown out. He looked like a demon—sweat dripping off his chin, his jaw locked, eyes burning with a pure, sinful hunger.

“Tell me who owns this,” he grunted.

“You,” I gasped, my voice breaking. “You do. Please, Jace... more... give me more.”

He flipped me over suddenly, pinning my back to the mattress and shoving my legs up past my ears. He dived back in, his thrusts so deep I could feel them in my chest. He was relentless, a force of nature that I couldn’t escape.

The heat between us was suffocating. I felt the orgasm building again, even bigger than the last one. It was a pressure cooker behind my navel, ready to blow.

“I’m close... Jace, I’m gonna break!”

“Good,” he roared, his pace turning into a blur of friction and heat. “Break for me.”

I screamed as my muscles clamped around him in a tight, pulsing grip. I came so hard I forgot how to breathe, my body arching and shaking under him.

He let out a low, guttural growl, his eyes rolling back as he delivered three final, bone-deep thrusts.

He groaned my name, his body tensing into solid muscle as he flooded me, his hot release pulsing deep inside my womb.

He collapsed on top of me, his heart hammering against mine like a drum. We lay there, tangled and soaked in each other, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

He stayed inside me, heavy and satisfied, his lips grazing my sweat-slicked shoulder.

“Again?” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous.