I Want To Ruin Her

RON

As soon as the door slammed in Lynn’s face, I bunched the panties in my hand, hiding it from him before he could demand it.

But just as I expected, he came marching, “Where is it? Can I have it?”

“What?” I raised my brow, the side of my lips raising. “Don’t tell me, you want this…?” I raised it up, wiggling it in the air and his eyes followed, desperately, breathing heavily.

He stretched up to get it but I was much faster, as I clutched it in my hand away from him.

“Why do you want it?”

“It belongs to Nyx, not you!” He snapped. “Give it to me!”

“I don’t see why you should have it. Nyx isn't your girlfriend. Or do you have a fetish for keeping your best friend’s underwear…” I tapped my chin, with dim eyes.

“I am sure Sienna wouldn't mind knowing about this.”

“Don’t you dare speak of Sienna!” Lynn growled, his eyes a ball of fire.

I smirked, my eyes half-closed in pure contentment as I stared at Lynn’s red face. He was always opposing, always barking and I always enjoyed putting him in his place.

“Fucking more than half of the girls you meet isn't enough?” Lynn hissed, his hands banging on each side of the door frame. “You are going after my best friend too! Do you go after everything in skirts?”

“Skirts? She wasn't in skirts when I saw her though.” I chuckled, my tongue curling on my lips, eyes straining by the sides. “She was bare.”

“You bastard!” Lynn yelled, dashing into the room but I glared at him, my playful smile vanishing in seconds.

“Don’t you dare!” I stared at his feet which had now crossed the door. He froze, shaking from my gaze that bore through him. He then took a step back, turning his face away as color drained from it. It was fear. No matter what, he knew he couldn't overpower me.

But then, he wiggled his finger at me, “Stay away from Nyx. I don’t want you touching her. Anything you touch goes bad and turns into ruins. Nyx is not the girl you can ruin.”

“Did she say so?” I shrugged, with my brows raised. I stepped forward, coming face to face with him. My smile was back, taunting, “As far as I know, the girl who spread herself in my room, would love to be ruined with her body pressed beneath me. As long as I press a few buttons, she will be mine.”

“Never!” Lynn shook his head, gasping as if he couldn't envision that reality.

“Never? Do you want her to be yours instead?” I asked.

“Want her? No…” He shook his head, his nose scrunching.

“That’s settled then!” I grinned. “You have your little girlfriend to tend to, not Nyx.”

“Nothing is settled, Ron.” Lynn shook his head, his teeth gritting against the other. “If you don’t back off, then I will have to report it to mum and dad. Let’s see how the family deals with it.”

My eyes went dim immediately, my face twitching with a storm brewing inside of me. Lynn noticed this, but he took a step back, with a wide grin on his face.

“You wouldn't want that happening, again, right? It’s not a pleasant experience.” He smirked before turning around to leave. His footsteps retreated down the hallway, leaving me staring at room 103 with eyes that shone with desire.

I had always wanted what I couldn't get. Whatever they stopped me from getting, I would but it had been a long time I pushed past boundaries and Nyx had just come under my radar.

I slammed the door shut, pulling off the towel around my waist while laying the lace panties on the bed. Of course, I didn't have any keepsake fetish but this piece of clothing was tempting.

I wanted to peel off anything from her body every single time I saw her to complete this growing collection.

I guessed I hit the jackpot when I came in contact with Lynn’s best friend whom I had never seen but I had heard stories of. Stories about her being one of the girls who ran after him, clung to him and eventually, she won him by her side at all costs.

He spoke of her, as a commodity there to please him and flaunt him and I wouldn't have known it was a little kitten, whose claws were sharper than knives but didn't know it yet.

Seeing how worked up Lynn was, I intended to sharpen those claws and point them straight at him.

My feet moved, toward the bathroom, following the trail of water from her little feet that had bounced from the bathroom. The splash of water all over the floors and walls and the vague image of her I saw spread in the bathtub.

I walked toward it, sat in it, and smiled faintly. It was just a short contact, a mere coincidence, and yet, the way her soft boobs rubbed against my chest, and the warmth they left was still registered in my head.

And when she bunched her girls up in the robe, I realized the little kitten didn't even know the charm she carried.

How could Lynn not see that? He went after a girl who didn't care about his existence one bit instead. He liked the thrill Sienna gave but Nyx? From the stories I heard of her, she was refreshing, the kind who would stick to you like glue, no matter what.

And even with Lynn’s annoying ass, she was still swooning by his side.

My phone buzzed, sending the image of Nyx’s naked body to the back of my mind. I took it up and immediately, my eyes dimmed.

Ryan: “I heard you got offered a job at Lynn’s college…”

Ryan: “You can't take it. Joan is worried you will take your frustration out on Lynn. You don't need a job anyway but if you insist, I can provide you with a suitable one.”

Ryan: “How does a position at the company sound? I can create a convenient one for you.”

I stared at the phone, my brows creasing as I went over the message again and again. It had been three long years and I was still being scorned by the family, still being locked in a place and monitored and even Lynn dared to use it against me.

I realized I was holding myself back too much, just to keep the peace. But then my lips curled, a dangerous desire forming as I realized Nyx had reignited my spark again, thanks to Lynn.

Now, I wanted her and something else to make it a plus. I would break the peace they thought they had, shatter it, and smile in their faces.

My assistant’s phone rang twice and it connected.

“Woah, Ron! Been trying to reach you!” Daven gasped on the phone, breathing heavily. “Should I send the girl over? She is so ready for you.”

“No,” I said. Someone else, a little kitten with short hair that framed her face had taken over.

“I need you for something else.” I began. “Send an email of acceptance to the university.”

“Really?” Daven gasped, louder this time and the shock he felt could be heard. “Are you serious? Did you speak to your brother—”

“When did I need his assistance to make a decision?” I hissed.

“Oh, my bad…” He went quiet, his breathing turning heavy over the phone. “But why did you accept so suddenly? You were clearly averse to the job.”

“Well…” I smiled. “A little kitten perched herself on my turf. I want to ruin her.”