Ruined (30 page)

He pulls out and slams forward again, making my back bow off the table as my fingers rake down his chest. He picks up a punishing rhythm, pounding into me unforgivingly. True to his word, he fucks me like he hates me. He pulls my hair, yanking my head to the side and biting down on my neck. When I writhe underneath him he holds me down my throat, my arms, his grip bruising and possessive. When I claw at his back, he holds my wrists together above my head.

He lowers his lips to my nipple, and bites down gently, as he grinds his cock deep inside me. Everything inside me tightens, my pussy clamping around him, trying to pull him deeper.

“Oh fuck!” I scream, fighting against his restraining grip. He quickens, thrusting violently before he stiffens with a hoarse cry.

He falls forward, pressing his face into my heaving chest. Oh my god. I don’t know if that was really rough sex or just outright abuse. I love it.

My wrists and neck feel bruised, and my scalp feels like it’s on fire.

I feel the soft brush of his lips over my chest and down my stomach, before he moves off me, pushing up onto his hands.

“I really missed you.” He says, flashing me that trademark cocky grin of his.

“You missed my vagina. It’s not the same.”

“Well, it’s attached…”

I slap at his chest and try to sit up. “You are such a dog.”

He smiles and presses forward, pushing me back down on the table and kissing me. “Don’t pretend you don’t love it.” He whispers before biting my bottom lip.

This time he does get off me. I watch as he pulls off a condom, throwing it in a waste paper bin by the TV. I blush, because I didn’t even see him put one on, and god knows, I wasn’t thinking about it. Shit.

My eyes zoom in on a patch of black on his chest.

“What the hell is that?” I point at what looks like a tattoo.

He sighs. “A tattoo.”

I narrow my eyes, trying to read the swirling black ink, that is clearly letters. “What does it say?”

He drags his hand over his face. “Okay, don’t get mad. I was drunk, and in Vegas. Standard rules do not apply there.”

I sit up and cross my arms over my chest. “Spit it out.”

“It says Crystal.” He cringes.

“Who is Crystal?” I ask slowly.

“Okay, interesting story...”

“Hugo!” I snap.

“She’s a stripper.” He pauses. I say nothing. “I’d like to point out a stripper who can get two balls in her mouth at once though. That shit deserves some immortalisation. ”

“Wow.” What, does she have a jaw like a fucking snake? “Really?” He nods. “Okay, that’s impressive.” I shrug.

“Wait. You’re not pissed?” He ask carefully.

I roll my eyes and stand up, pulling my dress down. “Honestly Hugo, I’m surprised it hasn’t happened before now.”

“Huh, I guess you’re right.” Of course I’m right.

He yanks his jeans back up from around his ankles, and fastens his belt. I watch the flexion of the muscles across his torso as he moves. His chest and back are marred with angry red lines, clearly visible in the soft light from a lamp in the corner. I’m not even sorry, fucker deserves it. I’m going to have bruises tomorrow, and that’s just my wrists. I’m not even talking about my vagina.

“Keep watching me like that, sweetness and I’ll want to fuck you again.” He says without looking at me. How does he do that? It freaks me out.

I pull my dress down again. I’m having to go sans underwear again, thanks to it being ripped. Fucking Hugo. “I’m not looking at you like anything. You’re just a pervert.” I cock an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to deny it. He doesn’t.

He moves to the window and opens it slightly. He then takes a cigarette from his pocket and places it between his lips. He tilts his head to the side slightly as he cups his hands around the flame of his lighter. I don’t know what it is about that simple action, but he always makes it so hot. I don’t like smoking usually, but I like it on him. On him, it looks damn good.

There’s this sort of awkward silence between us, as he takes slow drags of his cigarette. Smoke billows around him, and the bright red end of his cigarette glows in the dark corner of the window.

The longer he says nothing, the more my mind starts to frantically look for a way out. Maybe he only said those things to get in my pants. I mean, come on, this is Hugo. He can’t possibly love me, I just wanted to believe that in the heat of the moment. Now though, now it seems so fucking ridiculous.

“Stop.” His voice is a low rumble from the corner of the room. He turns to face me, and his eyes twinkle in the dim light. “I can practically hear you thinking from here.”

He really needs to stop doing that. “It’s just…”

“Just nothing.” He cuts me off. “I told you how I feel. I don’t bullshit, so don’t question it.”

“We need to talk about this.” I don’t know where we go from here. He tried to buy me a flat for fuck’s sake.

He sighs heavily, exhaling a long stream of smoke before flicking his cigarette out the window. “Okay, I will do the girly talking shit for you.”

He moves across the room, and stops in front of me, crossing his arms over his chest. “Talk.”

“It’s just, you can’t just go from being a total whore, to suddenly wanting a relationship. It doesn’t work like that.”

He smirks. “It wasn’t sudden. I liken you more to a flesh eating parasite, wearing me down. Slowly.” I punch him in the arm and he laughs.

“You’re a dick. You know what I mean.”

He shrugs. “I don’t know what you want to hear, Molly. I’m not some reformed man if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Do you even know what a relationship entails?” I ask.

“Uh, like we were before, but all the fucking is with you?” He says sheepishly as he drags his hands through his dirty blonde hair, leaving it in a wild mess. “Look, I can’t give you hearts and flowers, sweetness. You know I’m not that guy.” He says honestly.

“I don’t want hearts and flowers, I just want everything.” I whisper.

“Everything?”

I nod. “Everything you have to give. Nothing more, and nothing less.”

He steps closer to me, winding his fingers into my hair. “I would give you the fucking world if you asked for it, Molly, you know I would.”

“But instead you just decided to give me a flat.” I say flatly.

He smirks and places a chaste kiss on my lips. “I’m a grand gesture kind of guy.”

“No flowers, but a flat, that’s fine.” I mumble. “You know I can’t accept this?”

He rolls his eyes and moves away from me, dropping onto the sofa. His head falls back against the back like a teenager that can’t be bothered to have a conversation. “Why not? That whole, ‘it’s too much thing’ is really boring you know?”

I stand in front of him with my hands on my hips. “Hugo, this place must be worth at least half a million.” I shriek.

“And I am gifting it to you.” He lifts his head, his eyes locking with mine before he reaches out and pulls me onto his lap. “Please, can we not fight about this? Just take it, be happy. You’re happy, I’m happy. Win-win.” How can anyone be so casual about giving away a flat?

The thing is with Hugo, he just works on a different level of normal to the rest of us. He doesn’t see why this might make me uncomfortable. He’s not my dad. He’s not trying to control me, he’s just trying to help.

I take a cleansing breath. “Okay. I have an idea.”

“I’m all ears.” He says, gently nuzzling my neck, whilst he gropes my boob.

“I’ll rent the flat from you.”

He pulls his face out of my neck, a huge smile on his lips. “Oh, yeah, payment in kind.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “You’ll have to learn to get two balls in your mouth though.” He smirks cockily.

“No.” I sigh. “Payment in money, and I am not a fucking snake!”

He scowls. “Well that’s not as fun.” He grumbles. “Fine, you pay whatever you want. I really don’t care, babe. I just want you to have a home, and be happy.”

My lips quirk up at the corners. “I am happy.”

He narrows his eyes. “I just made you come, it so doesn’t count.”

I lean in and kiss him. He may have his flaws, okay so a lot of flaws, but deep down, he’s a good guy. I have no idea whether this will work out or not. I just know that some things in life are worth the risk. When you find that person that can make you smile with a single look, and want to sacrifice everything for them, then it’s worth the risk, because believe me, love like that doesn’t come around every day. They say it’s better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all. I believe that.  A love like that is worth getting ruined for, just to experience it for a short time. The greatest risks are always taken for greater rewards.

Whether or not I’ll reap the rewards…only time will tell.

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

HUGO

Three months later…

“Happy birthday, sweetness.” I kiss Molly’s neck and roll my hips against her pussy, just so she knows I have morning wood. She smiles, but doesn’t open her eyes. She looks all sexy and sleepy this morning. “I want a birthday blow job.”

She frowns and slaps my chest. “It’s
my
birthday, you arse. You can give me head.” She squints one eye open.

“You gonna sit on my face?” I bite my bottom lip and wiggle my eyebrows at her. My cock twitches at the thought of her riding my face.

Her lips pull up into a small smile. “Only if you behave, and let me sleep.” She groans, trying to roll out from underneath me.

I grab her wrists and pin them on either side of her head on the pillow. “I don’t behave, and I’m horny right now.” I release her wrists and grab her waist, rolling over and pulling her on top of me.

“Hugo!” She squeals, giggling. She falls forward, bracing her hands on my chest. Her hair falls round her face, and I sweep it back as I grab the nape of her neck pulling her in for a kiss.

“No, I have morning breath!”

“Don’t fucking care.” She giggles as I pull her in, pressing my lips to hers. She keeps her lips firmly shut, refusing to open her mouth.

“If I can’t put my tongue in your mouth, I’m definitely putting it in your pussy.” I growl against her lips. I grab the backs of her thighs and yank her upwards, until her thighs are either side of my chest.

“Hugo!” She shrieks, her hands flying out, before she face plants the headboard. I laugh as I manoeuvre down the bed, positioning myself under her pussy.

“You are…” I drag my teeth up the inside of her thigh, and her words are lost on a breathy gasp.

I kiss her between her legs, through the lace of her knickers. Her hips instinctively roll forward, and I smile.

I slide the lace to the side and get a glimpse of her pussy. My cock is so fucking hard it hurts. True to my word, I thrust my tongue inside her, tasting her.

“Oh fuck.” She moans, grinding her hips against me.

I lick, suck and nip at her pussy and clit, until she’s riding my face and screaming my name like a fucking prayer. When she’s shaking and twitching uncontrollably, I buck her off me and slam her back down on the mattress.

A small smile pulls at her lips as her breathing starts to slow. I kneel over her and place a kiss on her mouth, swiping my tongue along the seam of her lips.

“Happy birthday, sweetness.”

“Where are we going?” Molly asks impatiently, bouncing up and down in her seat.

“You do know the definition of the word surprise, right?” I love her excitement. I love the little smile she’s wearing right now because of that excitement.

“Hugo! We’ve been on this jet for hours.” She huffs. “Is it hot there?” She probes.

I sigh. “Yes, it’s hot.”

She narrows her eyes. “Is there a beach?”

“I’m not telling you, that was a one question shot.”

She gasps. “It should be at least three!”

“Says who?”

“It’s always three. Don’t you know anything?”

“Dear god woman, you’re going to drive me to drink at this rate.” I drag my hand over my face in exasperation. At this rate I’m going to kill her before we even get there!

A few hours later and the plane starts to come in to land. Molly presses her face to the window, desperately surveying the ground below us. It’s dark, and in this case, that makes our location easier to identify.

“Vegas!” She screams. “You brought me to Vegas!”

I laugh. “I brought you to Vegas.”

She lets out a little girly squeal, before turning in her seat to face me. She grabs my face and slams her lips over mine. “You are so getting laid tonight.” She flashes me a wry smile, cocking an eyebrow.

I wind my hand around her neck, keeping her lips against mine. “I get laid every night sweetness. You’d best come up with something better than that. You remember that time you kissed a girl…”

She rolls her eyes. “Aaand you ruined it.” She pulls away from my hold and I laugh.

“Just saying, if you want to thank me.”

“You’re an animal.” She says, sounding bored.

“You love that I’m an animal.” I say, leaning over and nipping at her neck.

“I love that you brought me to Vegas.” Her smile widens. “And I love you.”

“Oh my god! We won!” Molly screams, throwing her arms around my neck.

Holy shit, she’s like a fucking good luck charm. I should bring her to Vegas with me more often. So far, we’re a hundred grand up.

Her eyes light up, as the people watching our poker table clap. My eyes sweep over her body. She looks seriously hot. That dress might as well be painted onto her slim form.

“We won.” I whisper in her ear. “Want to go celebrate?”

She gets that look in her eye, the look that tells me I’m about to have a really fucking good time.

“Naked celebrations?” She says, flashing me a seductive smile. Oh hell yes!

I’ve never cashed out chips and left a casino so fast in my fucking life. I pull Molly along as she runs to keep up, teetering on her high heels. We get in the lift, and there’s a fat guy in a cowboy hat waiting to go up. I press the button for the presidential suite, and he does a double take, looking me over before turning around to face the doors again. Molly tucks into my side, and I trail a hand down her spine, cupping her arse and giving it a squeeze. She elbows me, and I jump away grinning. The cowboy gets out on the twelfth floor, and as soon as the doors close she pushes me against the side of the lift.