Ruin Box Set (17 page)

Chapter Four

The power in him made his voice shudder and the whimper of need that escaped her made him dizzy.

“Ruin, we can’t . . . ”

“You need to orgasm on my finger, Isadore. Take. Your clothes. Off.” He struggled hard not to allow his power into the words that would force her. He wouldn’t force her in that.

“You’re—”

“Not making you. But do it. Now.”

Another whimper accompanied her immediate obedience and Ruin gripped the seat while she removed her pants, her hands pausing on her panties.

“Panties, too!” He was so desperate, the words rushed out on a whisper.

“What if . . . ”

“Everybody on this road just had a minor break down. Do it.” His voice strained with need but he refused to touch her, he needed her to be willing. At least to a degree. She finally sat there naked, her forearms hiding her breasts. “Don’t you dare hide from me!”

His sharp order made her jump a little and then she lowered her arms, fists on the seat next to her.

“Lean against that door and pull your knees up.”

She licked her lips then scooted and did as he said. Ruin slid closer, watching her milky thighs draw up toward her chest.

“Isadore.” Her name croaked out like a ragged prayer. “Open very wide for me.”

Her breaths blasted irregularly as she let her outer leg slowly fall open, revealing the soft pink of her secrets. Exposing herself did something for her, and she gripped the seat tight, making tiny whimpers of need and anticipation.

He let his gaze roam over her, realizing he needed to
see
her this way. “Where do you need me to touch you?”

She answered with a sharp “Please.”

Ruin leaned and kissed along her knee, closing his eyes with a groan. “Your smell . . . makes me crazy.” He caressed along her inner thigh with only the tips of his fingers until they grazed her full, shaven lips. “Here, Isadore?”

She nodded with a frantic, “Y
es, yes.”

He stroked his finger barely over her clit. “And here?”

“God yes,” she cried in desperate need, her head thrashing.

He leaned until his mouth was next to hers and ate up her gasps. “I love to feel how much you love this.” He slid his middle finger slowly inside her. “Love to taste and feel it on my tongue.” He nipped at her parted lips that carried her errant cries. “I love the power I have over you. The sounds you’re making.” He plunged his finger fully in all at once, slamming into her core, watching her closely as she cried out. It was his favorite moment.

“Ruin!”

He caught the cry with a hungry kiss. “Yes, that, I have to have that.” His own breath shuddered through him. “I have to have you saying my name just . . . like . . . that.” He teased at that secret doorway inside her with frantic flicks of his finger, her cries turning sharp and frequent. “Why do you fight this?” He dove on her hard nipple, drawing circles on her clit with his thumb, growling as she thrust her hips into his touch. It sucked his power from his center until he had to restrain it.

What was she doing to him? With just the sound of her desire, the feel of it, taste of it. The
smell
of it. She was breaking him. Tearing him down into . . . into something. Something else, something strange to him, yet familiar. Something dangerously raw and powerful. And right. Yet, so very wrong.

“Do it, do it, please. Oh God yes, yes, yes!”

“Isadore,” he gasped at her mouth, kissing her as she bucked on his hand in orgasm. “Isadore, what are you doing to me?” He plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, having to taste her fully as her body shuddered and clenched his finger tight. His manhood throbbed with envy, needing that hot silk embracing it. He growled at remembering her mouth on him, just as her fingers latched in his hair and pulled hard as she arched her body toward him. He knew she wanted to touch and do more now. This is where she became somebody else, nothing holding her back. Until it was over. Then guilt and shame would come. Ruin had to get her to a place where it didn’t. A place where she wanted it so bad, she wanted it when she was lucid, not just in the throes of pleasure. When she was wide-awake—eyes, heart, and mind wide open.

He’d have to help bring her to that point. And that meant denying himself. Even as he thought it, the idea felt more right than it should, reminding him he had his own issues and mysteries to solve about himself. Why he needed to be punished wasn’t as curious to him as his need to answer it. It was near instinctual. Like judging was.

Ruin didn’t give her a chance to think long about what he’d just done. He kissed her swollen lips lightly then sucked her essence off his finger and returned to his place behind the wheel. “Get dressed.” He turned the key, started the truck and turned at hearing her gasp. “What?”

She stared at him for several moments with anger and disbelief and Ruin turned away.

“Don’t be angry because I give you what you need. Be thankful.”

“Ohhh my God,” she whispered, yanking on her clothes. “You . . .
used
me!”

Ruin rolled his eyes and got the truck onto the road, wasting not a second. He was more ready than ever to get to the end of this assignment. “Giving you what you need is using you? Don’t you mean I used me? It was my finger in your body, not yours. I didn’t see you do anything but . . . ” Ruin suddenly had to roll down the window for air.

“But what? Come all over like a whore?”

Ruin recalled the meaning of that word and quirked his lip. “How does whore even apply here?”

“Because there is only one person feeling good and getting off!”

“And . . . that was you,” Ruin said. “Which makes me the whore, not you. But I don’t think of that as me being a whore, but a . . . ”

“But a what?”

“Normal.”

“Normal!”

He regarded her. “Stop acting so self-righteous just because you had an orgasm and I didn’t.”

“I’m not acting
self-righteous
JD!”

“Izzy.”

“Don’t call me Izzy!”

“Don’t call me JD.”

“Well I’m not calling you
Ruin
in public, that’s not a name for public and don’t change the subject you bastard. Don’t you ever do that again, don’t you ever!” She jabbed her finger at him. “I am
not
a damn
slut!”
she yelled.

Ruin hit the gas, and Isadore held on.

“You
suck
at driving, too, you’re
reckless!
”

“Thank you,” Ruin nodded, oddly excited with the entire
driving
experience. “I like driving.”

“How can you like driving, you’ve never driven.”

“I’m driving now.”

“
Now
yes.”

“How long do I have to drive to know I like it?”

“Longer than two minutes. It gets
old
, trust me. Like a
fuck
gets old.”

Ruin raised his brows. “A fuck can age?”

“Yes, it can, the experience can.”

“How so?”

“Stop acting all studious. Fucks are experiences and experiences get old.”

“I can’t fathom a fuck getting old, sorry.”

“Well you’d be wrong.”

“Or you’d be wrong.”

“I’m not,
trust
me. I’m
right.
Fucks get old, people get old, feelings run out and wear down like the rubber on a tire.”

“Wow, really.”

“Shut up. Don’t you
ever
touch me again. If you do, I’m leaving, I mean it. I will leave your ass while you’re in the bathroom at a gas station, don’t
think
I won’t. I will. In a motherluvin
heart
beat I will. ” She yanked one of the bags off the floor and mumbled how she’d kill him too while digging through it. Pulling out a package, she ripped it open with her teeth and half the contents flew everywhere. “Shit! Damn shit!” She shook the remaining contents at him. “That’s what you deserve. Worse than that. Much worse.” She yanked another item out of the bag, something small and rectangular. She opened it up, pulled a slender flat piece out and unwrapped that then shoved it in her mouth. She chewed with a rabid fury while digging through the other bags, still mumbling. Whatever she chewed on seemed to never get to the point of digestible. She suddenly puckered her lips and pushed her tongue slowly out of her mouth then a strange transparent orange bubble appeared then popped. She devoured the busted matter and continued chewing with renewed vigor. She looked at him. “What!”

“What
is
that in your mouth?”

“Gum,” she said, exasperated.

Gum? The stuff from trees? That was edible? She suddenly threw the pack at him with murderous force and his curiosity won over his instinct to throw it back. Taking a slice from the pack, he used his teeth to open it and put it in his mouth. A fruity flavor erupted on his tongue as he chewed. Twenty chews later and the flavor gradually disappeared but the consistency of the food only seemed to grow denser. Odd food. He swallowed it, not caring for how it felt going down. It couldn’t be good for a body. “Why do you even eat that?”

She regarded him. “I don’t, I chew it.” She stopped chewing. “You swallowed yours?”

He glanced at her, realizing he wasn’t supposed to. “You didn’t tell me not to.”

“Well I didn’t know you didn’t
know
not to.”

“How would I know not to?” he exclaimed, “Is it poisonous or something? Why are you looking like that?”

“No, it’s not poisonous it’s just . . . ” she busted out laughing and Ruin didn’t appreciate the feeling it gave him. “You don’t
swallow
or
eat
gum. It’s just for fun to chew!”

“For fun to chew? How is that fun? I don’t get it. You know I don’t know things.”

She howled her laughter. “Well I forget that, Mr. Ruin, Mr. Supernatural smart person who doesn’t have memory of all his awesomeness but instinctually knows he’s right about everything!” She pointed at him. “Don’t you ever touch me again.”

“You’re still angry about that?”

“I will be angry forever about it!”

“Until the next time,” he mumbled.

“There will
be
no next time, I assure you, I have self-control, I have self . . . worth! You need to
accept
that and quit
trying
your damnedest to make me do things I don’t want to do.”

Ruin regarded her. “There will be a next time. Sorry.”

She gasped. “Ruin! You
cannot
do that to people.”

“I have to.”

“Why!”

“You need it. You don’t understand it yet but I do. And I have to give you what you need, I’ve told you this. It’s not like I can help it,” he reminded, annoyed.

She sat there, choking on her breath it seemed. “Wow. I mean wow,” she said in light amazement. “I’m stuck with a-a being who insists that molesting me is for my good. Perfect. You are definitely
not
an angel, we’ve established
that
much.”

“No,” he was more sure than ever, “I am an angel.”

“Well
not
a very good one.”

“Maybe not,” he mused, hating the remaining puzzles. “I don’t feel like I’m bad.”

“Well it
is
bad to molest women, Ruin, that is plainly in the bible.”

“Do you really want to use the bible as your reference source when it comes to right and wrong and sex? I don’t mind, it’s rather in my favor.”

“Shut up!” she snapped. “I use the
New. Testament!”
She stabbed the dashboard. “I told you already. One man, one woman,” she hacked her hand through the air. “For. EVER.”

“You say that like it’s a judgment.”

“It is for
some
my friend.”

He didn’t like that term. “Friend.”

“Yes, friend, nothing more, and friends do
not
put their fingers in a woman’s
privates
without . . . ”

“Getting married.”

“Being in
love
and yes, getting married, which you don’t do unless you’re in
love.
”

He sighed, checking his mirrors. “Back to the love thing now.”

“Yes, back to the love thing, back back back. That’s where
Go
is, and you do
not pass go
,
you do not collect two hundred dollars unless you pay that
toll!”

“Two-hundred dollars?”

“Stop changing the subject!”