Flawless Ruin

“You want me to push you up against the wall right here,” Caleb continues, his breath coming faster now. A hungry light in his eyes. “You want me to shove that pretty skirt up around your waist and fuck you senseless. Fill you up with every inch of my cock until you scream so loud that they’ll hear you for miles. Until you can’t stand, you can’t even walk. You want it, hard, and deep, and dirty. Don’t you?”

I open my mouth to tell him ‘no’. But somehow, no sound comes out.

“Juliet…” He growls my name again, like a warning, and I realize with a shiver that this is Caleb on the edge. Holding himself back by the barest of threads. About to snap.

And, God help me, I want to see him break.

“Yes,” I whisper softly. “I want you.”

With a deep growl of desire, Caleb yanks me to him. His mouth crashes against mine, ravenous, and in that instant, I’m lost. I don’t think about our tortured history, or the fact there are three hundred people downstairs, all I feel is him.

His tongue, plunging into my mouth possessively. His hands, tearing my clothes aside. His body, spinning me around and slamming me face-first up against the wall.

“Fuck, Juliet…”

Caleb’s breath is hot against my cheek. He’s pressed into my back with one hand up under my blouse, squeezing and tweaking a breast while the other pulls up my skirt and goes straight between my thighs. I cry out, bucking against his hand as he rubs my clit, thrusting his fingers into my wetness.

I moan in helpless pleasure. He’s right. Nobody else could do this to me. Nobody else could even come close.

My legs give way under the wave of desire, but Caleb keeps me braced there, painfully crushed between his body and the wall, helpless against the onslaught of his hands. It’s heaven. It’s hell. I’m totally at his mercy, and God, I love it, my body already shuddering, my voice coming in desperate whimpers.

I hear the snap of a buckle, and then he’s unzipping his fly. I don’t even have time to catch my breath before he yanks my hips back, kicks my legs apart, and slams into me.

All the fucking way.

Every. Last. Inch.

Dear God.

A scream tears from my throat. Fuck. That’s deep. It’s like he’s impaling me on his cock, merciless. He jerks back, and then pistons into me again, even deeper, and my eyes roll back in pleasure at the friction even as my body slams hard with the force of impact.

“Does he fuck you like this?” Caleb demands, driving into me again. He grabs my ponytail in his fist, yanking my head back, arching me like a bow as his cock splits me open. “Does he fill you up? Does he make your cunt clench like a goddamn vice?”

“No!” I sob, mindless. I’m on fire, “No! Only you, Caleb. Only you!”

I cry out again in pleasure, thrusting back onto his cock any way I can, chasing the ecstatic friction. But Caleb doesn’t pause for breath. His pace is hard. Punishing. Thrusting deep, over and over. He’s showing me in no uncertain terms: My body belongs to him.

An orgasm is approaching. It hits me like a freight train as he just keeps pounding. “Yes! Yes! YEESSS!!” I scream as my climax rips me apart, an avalanche of pleasure. Caleb lets out an animal roar and embeds his cock deep inside me one last time, shuddering as he unleashes a hot torrent of cum; his fingers digging so deeply into my hips that I know there’ll be marks for days.

I don’t care. His body has marked me in every way that matters, from the inside out.

His.

Caleb finally releases me. a chill of air hits my back, replacing his heat, and then I hear the rustle of clothing and a zip. I stay where he left me, collapsed against the wall. If I try and move, I’ll probably fall to the floor. I’m boneless. Mindless. Ravaged.

Just the way he said I would be.

I exhale a shaky breath, strangely at peace. Because somehow, the world makes sense when he’s touching me. We make sense.

I turn, smiling. “That was…” I pause, lost for words. My smile spreads. “Something, alright.”

Caleb tucks his shirt into his pants and fastens his belt. When he glances over at me, he’s not smiling back.

There’s nothing but cold disdain in his eyes.

His gaze sweeps over me. he lifts his lip in a cruel sneer. “Clean yourself up. You smell like sex.”

And then he walks out.

I don’t move, stunned. Reeling. And hating myself. The giddy wave of endorphins gives way to shame and self-loathing, because yet again, I’ve let Caleb yank my strings.

He wasn’t swept up in passion just now. He was proving a point.

And I’m the fool who let him. Who gave in to desire, and offered myself up on a platter. Hell, I begged him to fuck me—harder. Deeper. I climaxed sobbing his name.

And now I’m alone. Used and discarded.

I should have known better than to fall for his seductive charms again.

So why can’t I seem to stay away from him?