Ruthless Destruction (Degenerates and Sin, #1)

by C.M. Wondrak

It happened in the blink of an eye. He grabbed my sketchbook and tossed it aside. It landed on my bed. In the same movement, he brought a hand to my throat and swept me backward, slamming my spine against the wall. His tall frame loomed down over me, his green gaze narrowed. “You never, ever tell me what to do,” Gareth growled out, his chest rumbling with each spoken word.

I stopped struggling against him the moment I began to feel something on him stir, something below the belt line. Oh, of course he got off on being a dick. That wasn’t surprising. What was a little surprising was the fact that he didn’t seem to be ashamed of it; he kept his midsection pressed firmly against me, which let me feel the growing hardness.

I gave her a smile. “Yeah, that’s me. I’m Brianna—” An older man walked around the corner, spotting me and saying, “Brianna Montgomery.” “Brianna Dent,” I corrected him instantly.

Everyone was talking about her, about the new Montgomery girl with the crazy hair. Even the guys who didn’t like unnatural hair said they’d love a go at her. To fuck her. They’d love to fuck her.

“How good are you on your knees?” Gareth asked, his voice taking on a huskiness it hadn’t had before. His hands had turned to his own pants, working to undo everything that was in the way. “I’ve never—” I couldn’t finish the sentence, mostly because an evil smirk crossed his face. “Good. That means your mouth is all mine, then. I take it that also means you’ve never fucked before?”

He must’ve sensed my cluelessness. “Bob your head,” Gareth ordered. “Suck me like a piece of candy. Just do something. You can’t just sit there with my dick in your mouth.”

Come home. My jaw ground. Who the hell did he think he was, demanding I come home right this second? God, I really did loathe him and his haughty, self-righteous attitude—and that said nothing about what I’d found in the pool house. Five seconds later, my phone buzzed again: Now.

I killed the cook. I know, I know, I shouldn’t have, but when Brianna stopped messaging me back, I lost it. Granted, it didn’t take much for me to lose it, but at least I was calm under pressure after it was said and done.

I was three feet away from the bed when her voice broke the silence of the room: “Don’t you know that if a door is locked, it means you’re not welcome inside?” Brianna must’ve spoken against her pillow; her voice came out muffled.

“Go ahead,” I hissed out. “Say what you’re really thinking.” Brianna let out a trembling breath, and the last thing her voice sounded was unsure as she asked, “Did you hurt her? Did you… did you kill her?” “If I did, what do you think I’d do to you?” I let out a short chuckle, and then I released her head and pulled the knife away from her face.

This time I sat on the other side of it, and I patted the middle of the bed, saying, “Come here.” She didn’t move, so I growled out, “If you think I killed the cook for annoying me, what do you think I’ll do to you if you don’t do exactly as I say?”

As much as I wanted to get naked and feel every inch of her smooth skin against mine, I also needed to feel her tight cunt wrapped around the length of my cock right fucking now. I was finally starting to understand why some guys were obsessed with fucking. This girl, she brought it out of me, unluckily for her.

Once I was fully inside her, my body tensed up as it took in just how amazing she felt. So fucking tight it was unreal. My cock fit perfectly inside her pussy; I knew the moment I began to fuck her, I’d feel like losing it.

And then I was lost. Lost to Brianna, lost to her body, lost to the sounds she made while I fucked her. I pumped my cock into that cunt with ferocity.

My cock twitched inside her as the hunger in me doubled. Seeing her so furious, so bloodthirsty, so willing to kill me… it was fucking hot. If I hadn’t just come inside her, I might’ve spontaneously erupted right then.

I started to move my hips again, a slow, ungodly pace. I let go of her other arm, seeing as how there was no use now. Instead, I focused on the way I rocked my hips, how I fucked her, how her body rocked in sync with mine.

“Are you going to kill me, Brianna? Are you going to kill me while I’m inside you?” As I asked, I let out a moan. Not going to lie, it wouldn’t be a bad way to go. At least I’d die, balls-deep in my newest fascination. “Are you going to kill me while I’m fucking you?”

“Let me tell you what’ll happen,” I went on, my pace picking up. “If you can cut deep enough to reach the artery you’re going for, it’ll be messy. You’ll get blood all over you. On your face, in your mouth, all over your sheets. I’ll bleed out in less than a minute if you pull the knife out after severing it—but I won’t get off you. I won’t pull out of you. My cock will still be nestled inside your core. I’ll fuck you until my last breath.”

“I’ll be dead, yes, but my cock will still be inside of you, still rock-hard. You’ll be fucking a corpse by then,” I murmured, my lips brushing against hers with every word.

“Am I? I don’t know. I think it’d be hot, knowing I was still fucking you, even in death.” I rocked my hips particularly hard after that, causing her to cry out, not in pain, but in pleasure.

“Would you finish on me? Covered in my blood, my cock still inside, would you roll me to my back and ride me until you came? Seems wasteful, if you didn’t.”

“I bet you would,” I told her. “Go ahead, then. Kill me. Kill me and fuck my corpse. This is the madhouse, remember? You’re just as psycho as me, even if you won’t admit it, so do it.” When all she could do was moan while I pounded away between her legs, I added, “I won’t stop you.”

“Am I clear, or do I need to fuck you all night until the lesson sinks in?” I asked.

Her mouth was so close to mine. So close. It was then I realized I’d never tasted her. I didn’t know how her lips felt against mine. Better rectify that right now. I took hold of her jaw, fingers digging into her skin harder than what was comfortable. I turned her face toward mine and brought my lips to hers, kissing her fast and hard, swallowing up any response she might’ve given me—though I doubted she would admit to belonging to me just yet.

“All I can say is,” Gareth paused as we pushed out of the back door to the patio, “you’re lucky I have a soft spot for you.” He pulled me alongside the pool, toward the pool house in question. A soft spot? This was Gareth having a soft spot?

“Do you want to know what I do with it? The blood.” I already knew, because, if by some weird twist of fate I was in Gareth’s shoes, I’d do the same thing: “You paint with it.” Gareth flashed me his pearly whites, a killer smile when he chose to let one out. Keyword: killer. “Smart girl,” he murmured, lowering his face to mine. He kissed me, his mouth taking hold of mine as his eyes closed.

“I thought you’d fight me,” Gareth whispered against my mouth, “but I’ll take this, too. See? I told you you were more like me than you thought.” His lips moved to my neck, kissing me hungrily in a spot that made me squirm against him.

Gareth must’ve felt the way my body started to tense up, because he pulled his mouth off mine to whisper, “Not yet. I want you coming undone on my dick.”

I clung to Gareth’s arms as his hips began to rock, dragging that cock in and out of my core like fucking it was its job.

“My uncle did something right for once. You really are perfect for me.” His pace between my legs didn’t let up, not even as I came. He kept fucking me like he needed to. Like he’d just been wandering in the desert and I was the oasis he’d been searching for.

Another man’s voice filled the air, deep and gruff, “This is a courtesy visit. You got a rat, Gareth.” The voice sounded almost familiar, but I couldn’t linger on that, mostly because whoever this man was, he’d just called me a rat. “We got a call about a body in the pool house.”

We made it to the pool house’s door, which Gareth unlocked with the key from his pocket. “Oh, no,” he answered, lugging me in once the door was open. “I’m not going to kill you, Brianna. You’re mine. Where’s the fun in that? No, I think I’ll have a hell of a lot more fun breaking you.”

“Oh, yes,” Alistair breathed out, a note of approval laced in his tone. “Take my cock in that mouth like the naughty girl you are. Such a little slut you are, aren’t you?”

“That’s right,” Alistair went on, groaning when I did my best to deep-throat him. “Worship my cock just like you worship Gareth’s. You’re our greedy little slut, aren’t you?” I admit, if my mouth wasn’t full of his cock, I would’ve heartily agreed to that.

“Does the naughty girl want more, or has she had her fill?” Alistair asked. “Does she want me to fuck her against the wall like the cumslut she is?”

I could feel his tip gliding around my clit. “This has to be our little secret. I got you for Gareth, not for me.”

“I won’t tell,” I whispered. “Please… please, fuck me.” The tip of his cock found my entrance, and the hand he’d been using to stroke and guide it went to grip my other ass cheek. “Call me daddy again.” The words were an order, a deep-throated command I couldn’t ignore. “Fuck me, Daddy.” I’d barely gotten the words out when he pushed his cock into me with one thrust of his hips.

He took on a slow, agonizing pace. “How do I feel inside you, baby girl?” The question came out gruff, grunted in between thrusts of his hips.

“You feel so good,” I whispered. “You fill me up just right.” I couldn’t talk dirty like him, I guess. It was a skill I didn’t have. Oh, well. “Your cunt is so tight. Is there pain?” When I shook my head, he grunted out, “I take it that means you were with Gareth? Am I right, baby girl? Did you finally let Gareth fuck you like I’m fucking you right now?”

Alistair’s body trembled as his fucking intensified. “Oh, I could fuck you all day, Brianna. It’s like your cunt was made to take my cock.”

“You’re a serial killer, Gareth.” Taking a step toward her, I grinned. “Yeah, I guess I am.” “You’re a monster.” I nodded, still grinning, as I took another step forward. “Yeah, a big one.”

“Tell me you’re mine, and I’ll stay away from Erin,” Gareth whispered, his breath hot on my face as he glared at me.

One of Gareth’s hands found its way around my throat, holding onto me fiercely. “Say you’re mine, and I’ll be as good or as bad as you want me to be,” he murmured. “Say the words, Brianna, and I won’t touch a hair on your friend’s head.”

He let out a moan that was more of a growl than anything else, his hands finding my hips, fingertips digging in. His hips began to rock with a fast, almost violent rhythm as he fucked me doggie-style.

“By the time I’m done with your friend, you’ll be wishing you said it,” Gareth warned, his cock spearing me from behind over and over, continuously knocking the air from my lungs. “I’ll make you watch as I hurt her, as I bleed her out… as I fuck her like I’m fucking you right now. I’ll tie you down and make you watch as I make her come on my cock and slit her throat.”

“That’s right,” Gareth hissed out. “You’re mine, even if you won’t admit it yet.” Three more hard jerks of his cock inside me, and he came, too. He let out a roar as he filled me with his cum, spraying my inner walls, marking me. “But you will,” he breathed. “You’ll admit it soon enough.”

One of his hands grabbed me by the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him, as much as my seatbelt would allow. “I care,” Gareth whispered, leaning his nose against the side of my cheek, “because you were supposed to be mine. He told me he got you for me, but now I’m starting to wonder if perhaps my uncle chose you for a more selfish reason.”

“Are you really mine, or are you Alistair’s?” All I could do was swallow hard and wish I was anywhere but here.

“By the time this is over,” Gareth promised, “I will make you and my uncle see that you’re mine.”

“Tell me you’re mine,” Gareth murmured against my lips. “Tell me you’re mine and mine alone and I won’t hurt you or your friends.”