Ruined: A Dark Romance Read online

  Riley looks at me as I enter. I’m a little surprised she’s awake. She’s sitting in her usual spot, back to the cold wall.

  “Good morning, pet,” I say, smiling at her. I hand her the tray, which she takes eagerly. She doesn’t bother responding to me, just starts eating.

  I watch her eat for a second. From all my research on her, I know that she’s pretty innocent. She’s had maybe two boyfriends in her whole life, and her father has kept her very sheltered. There are some strange red flags there, some possible signs of abuse, but that doesn’t matter. Not yet, at least. I don’t know how far it went, but for now, I need to do what I have to do to keep her safe.

  That means I have to break her. If I don’t, one of Anton’s men will, and that’ll be much worse.

  “Are you ready today?” I ask her.

  She glances up at me. “For what?”

  I smirk at her. “You know.” I step out and grab the blankets I took from her then step back into the room. “Do you want these?”

  She looks at them hungrily and nods her head. She looks so fucking gorgeous and the thought of her getting naked makes my fucking cock hard. It’s wrong and fucked but I can’t help myself. I want to take her so fucking badly.

  “You can have it all, Riley,” I say. “Now stand up.”

  She watches me for a second then slowly, she listens. I feel a thrill run through me as she stands in front of me, placing the breakfast tray down on the ground. She watches me, arms crossed over her chest.

  “Now,” I say softly, stepping toward her. I reach out and take her hair in my fist then pull her toward me. She gasps as my lips graze her ear. “Strip for me, pet.”

  I release her and she looks away. For a second, I think she’s going to resist.

  Instead, she quickly pulls off the sweatshirt she’s wearing and tosses it onto the floor. I stare at her breasts covered by a simple black bra. She’s fucking sexier than I could have guessed underneath. Her breasts are full and I watch them heave as she breathes deep. She bends forward and pulls down the sweats.

  She stands in front of me, looking embarrassed and flushed, wearing only her bra and panties. I smile at her and step close to her again.

  “Was that so hard?” I ask her.

  “No,” she says.

  I run my fingers down her chest and along her cleavage. Her skin is smooth and perfect and I want to tear that bra from her body.

  “Take it all off,” I say.

  She stares at me, her mouth hanging open. I can tell she’s excited. Her breath comes fast and ragged.

  “All of it?” she asks in a small voice.

  “Bra and panties,” I say. “Or are you afraid that I’ll see your dripping wet pussy and know how much you like this?”

  She lets out a soft moan and it takes every ounce of my willpower not to spin her, bend her over, and fuck her tight cunt until she screams my name.

  “Go ahead, Riley,” I say softly. “Strip.”

  She reaches back and unhooks her bra. She lets it slide off, revealing her full, perfect breasts. Her pink nipples are hard, just like I knew they would be. Next, she slides her panties off and steps out of them. She stands before me, completely naked, arms covering her breasts.

  I stare at her body, not trying to hide. “Turn for me,” I say.

  She obeys, letting me see her nice, round ass. It’s a perfect little bubble and I know it would look gorgeous with a red handprint right on her cheek.

  When she finishes her turn, she stands there, flushed and breathing fast.

  “You like this,” I say simply. “You like that I want your body. Are you soaking wet right now?” I ask her.

  She shakes her head. “No,” she says.

  I grin then bend over and pick up her panties. They’re soaked through, just like I knew they would be. I press them against my mouth and taste them. “Liar,” I say.

  She looks away, bright red. I smile then pick up the rest of her clothes. I turn and throw them out of the cell.

  She turns to me, outrage on her face. “You said I could have blankets,” she says, protesting.

  “I never said anything about clothes.” I smirk at her.

  “You asshole.”

  I laugh, a big grin breaking across my face. “Don’t be angry, pet. You did good today.” I step out of the room and return with a clean set of clothes for her. I hand them to her and she sighs, quickly getting dressed.

  While she dresses, I bring in her comforts. A pillow, several blankets, some books, and some magazines.

  “You earned all of this,” I say to her.

  She sits back on the cot and wraps a blanket around her, not looking at me.

  “I’ll be back later with something to eat. We’ll continue then.”

  “What’s going to happen next?” she blurts out.

  I pause at the doorway and look at her perfect, gorgeous face.

  “Next, you learn what real pleasure is.”

  I turn and leave the room before she can register a response. I shut the door and lock it.

  I’m fucking hard as I gather her dirty clothes and take them to the laundry. I loved the outraged look on her face when I tasted her wet panties, but even more than that, I loved that they were wet to begin with. It’s just proof that she wants me more than she’s letting herself admit.

  I don’t want to hurt her. I don’t want to break her. But soon I’ll have her begging for more, down on her knees, sucking my cock, swallowing every drop of my hot cum. She’ll do all of that and more, because I really am going to show her what real pleasure is.

  10

  Logan

  The moon is full as I slip over the wall.

  I land on the rocks below as gently as I can, making almost no noise. I smile to myself as I slip toward the ocean, sticking close to the large rocks, staying as invisible as I can.

  It feels good to move with stealth again. This is the sort of shit that I’m trained for, not turning some poor innocent girl into a sex slave. Although to be fair, I do enjoy looking at Riley’s gorgeous naked body more than I like crawling around on some rocks.

  This is the mission, though. I’ve been here for nearly a week and so it’s time to get a message to my superiors. I’m not recommending that they make a move, but they do need to have all of the data that I’ve accumulated so far. When they do make a move, it won’t be a small thing, and they need time to plan.

  I slip across the rocks and down to the beach. I try not to think about Riley and her naked body, her embarrassed but excited face, the way her panties felt dripping wet against my tongue. I have to breathe deep and move faster, hustling away from the compound toward a large outcropping of rocks and dunes to the south.

  The guards at that place aren’t particularly well-trained. Some of them might be ex-military, but none of them stand a chance against me and my men. We only need to get the numbers right before someone makes a move. Fortunately though, slipping in and out of the compound is proving to be relatively easy.

  I reach the rocks after about a ten-minute walk. There’s a nice, secluded cavernous space toward the center of the outcropping which I reach by crawling down a slot between large boulders. Once I’m on solid land, I remove the pack from my shoulder and take out a small laptop.

  In a few minutes, I have a direct link to my superiors. I begin to upload all of the data that I’ve gathered so far. In the meantime, I open a messaging window with the operations desk and type a quick communication.

  “Logan Code Word Albatross, Safe and Secure. Girl is ready for extraction. Asking for instructions.” I hit send and wait for a response.

  Part of me hopes that they’ll recommend early removal for her. If they’re satisfied with the data, maybe they’ll even order it tonight. That would be the ideal situation. That way her nightmare can end and I can start killing these fucking bastards.

  But that’s not to be, unfortunately.

  “Desk Code Word Sherry. Operations does NOT recommend early removal. Continue
collection and report in three days.”

  I read the message again and sigh to myself. Three days is a long time. They must be moving extra cautiously with this.

  “Roger. Over and out.” I hit send, wait for the last bit of data to transmit, and then shut the laptop. I slip it back into the bag and then crawl out of the rocks.

  I head back toward the compound, just as conflicted as before. I keep thinking about Riley as I walk along the beach, moving in the direction of the compound.

  I’m distracted, and that’s stupid. When you’re out in the field, you have to be ready at all times. But Riley fucking distracts me. Everything about this mission is a goddamn distraction. I can’t seem to get my head on right as I pick my way across the rocks.

  And that’s why I don’t see him until I’m practically in top of him.

  “Quien eres tu?”

  I stop in my tracks and look to my left. Standing silhouetted in the moonlight is a man holding a high-powered rifle.

  I curse under my breath and put up my hands. I walk toward him smiling. I’m closer to the compound than I realized and they must be running occasional scouts out toward the beach, because this stretch was empty when I left.

  “Sorry, no hable espanol, mi amigo,” I say, laying my American accent on thick.

  “Who are you?” the man asks in English.

  “I’m Logan, you know, Anton’s friend. Just going for a stroll.”

  I stop close to the man. He doesn’t point the rifle at me, which is good, but he looks skeptical. He’s older, in his forties, with a big fat beer belly. I recognize him from the compound. He’s definitely not one of the military guys.

  “Why you out here?” he asks me.

  “Just going for a walk. You know. Stretching my legs.”

  “Why you got that?” He gestures at my backpack.

  I smile and act like I’m about to remove it, getting closer to him.

  But instead of showing him the bag, I move quickly like a snake. I strike out, jamming my fingers into his throat. He stumbles back, gagging, and I snap a kick straight into his wrist. He can’t cry out because of the gagging, but he releases the gun with some serious pain. I follow that up with another two strikes to his chest and his stomach before finally striking him in the nose, sending him sprawling.

  I pull my silenced pistol from my jeans and walk up to him. I can’t risk letting him go, not now. I hold the gun to his head and pull the trigger, killing him instantly.

  Poor bastard was going to die eventually anyway. He’s a piece of shit, like all the other guys there, and he deserved to die in much more pain.

  I sigh, putting my gun away. This is a real fucking shitty situation. Now I have to drag his body into the ocean and hope that nobody finds it until I’m back safely in the compound.

  I can’t let myself get distracted again. This could have been much, much worse if he were smarter about that. Fortunately he was trusting and stupid, but I almost fucked up. It’s this damn girl. She’s on my mind and I can’t get her off of it.

  I sigh, grab the dead asshole’s legs, and start to drag him down toward the water.

  So much for being good at stealth. I’ll have to be more careful next time.

  11

  Riley

  The day goes by faster than I would have thought. The books aren’t any good and the magazines are all old, but at least they’re something to read. They help to pass the time, and it does feel nice to have a nice comfortable blanket, a new pillow, and clean clothes.

  Logan doesn’t come back all day, and I’m very hungry by the time I decide to go to sleep. It gets too dark to read in my cell at night, and there’s nothing else to do if I can’t read. I stare at the ceiling, thinking about him, but that doesn’t help anything.

  I couldn’t believe it when he tasted my panties right in front of me. He was right, I was dripping wet, but it pisses me off that he saw through me. I didn’t want him to know how much it excited me to have him looking at my body like that. It’s messed up and wrong, wanting his eyes on me, but I couldn’t help it. He’s so handsome, and he’s the only person to ever show me some compassion since all of this started.

  He’s being gentle with me. I know he is. I know he could do so much worse to me if he wanted to. He could hit me or just take me whenever he wants to, but he doesn’t. I don’t know why he doesn’t. I’m sure that the other girls are getting much worse treatment than I am, and I don’t understand any of it. I even have some comforts, although they’re small.

  I wrap myself in my blankets and close my eyes. I try not to think of the way it felt to take off my clothes while he watched me. Excitement runs down my spine and tingles gather between my legs. I have to lie on my stomach and breathe deep until it passes.

  Before I know it, the morning sun is shining through the small window. I roll over just as I hear footsteps outside of my cell. I groan and sit up as the door unlocks and Logan steps inside.

  He’s carrying a tray of food, like usual, and my stomach does flips. I’m starving as he hands it to me and I wolfed it down, not bothering to say hello to him.

  He watches me eat, but I’m getting used to that. I don’t really mind it. He can watch all he wants. That won’t change a thing. I eat every single thing on the tray and lean back against the wall to study him.

  Logan looks tired. He’s handsome as always, but he looks like he was out late. I smile at him. “Good morning,” I say.

  He nods at me. “Good morning, pet.”

  “Why do you keep calling me that?”

  “Because you’re my pet. I want you to know it.”

  I sigh, shaking my head. “No, I’m not.”

  “Let me ask you something.” He crouches down in front of me. “Do you like being fed once a day?”

  “No,” I say.

  “Do you want to be fed twice? Or three times?”

  I nod once. I hate to admit it, but the food situation has been the worst.

  “I’m sure you do. I hate it when I have to go that long without eating.”

  I know where he’s going with this. He’s going to want something from me in exchange for being fed more often. It’s obvious that’s his game, but it’s a good game.

  I’m already wondering what I’ll do for it. Probably most things. I’ll strip again if he asks. I can handle that. Maybe I can handle a little bit more, but I’m not sure.

  “What do you want from me?” I ask him.

  “Simple.” He leans toward me. “I want you to touch yourself.”

  I cock my head. “Touch myself?”

  “That’s right. Lick the tip of your fingers and then rub that nice little pussy while I watch you.”

  I look at him, surprised. I didn’t expect this. He wants me to masturbate in front of him. I’ve never done that in front of someone before. I’ve barely slept with two guys, let alone touched myself in front of a total stranger.

  Then again, he has already seen me naked. What’s it matter at this point? Plus, I want food.

  And I can’t pretend like I don’t feel a slight thrill at the thought of him watching. I wonder if maybe he’ll stop me and take over. Maybe he’ll spread my legs wide and tongue my clit until I come hard against his lips.

  I look away from him, arousal coursing through me. He reaches out and turns my chin back toward him.

  “Go ahead,” he says. “I can talk dirty to you while you do it, if you like.”

  “No,” I say quickly, embarrassed. I want him to do that, want him to do it so badly, but I can’t admit it.

  “Okay,” he says, releasing me. He stands up and backs away, leaning up against the far wall. “Go ahead, pet. Let me watch.”

  I stare at him for a second, heart pounding in my chest, and then I close my eyes. I open my legs and slowly slide my hand down the front of my pants.

  I’m soaking wet when I find my pussy. I bite my lip, trying not to moan, as I slide along my soaking pussy and begin to rub my clit softly. I picture Logan’s strong arms
around me, holding me down as he fucks me rough and deep. I slide two fingers deep inside of me as a moan escapes my lips.

  And then I feel his hand, his real hand, on my arm. My eyes snap open and he’s kneeling in front of me, so close, inches away. My heart hammers as I look at his full lips and that cocky, maddening grin.

  “Wait,” he says softly. “You’re forgetting something.

  “What?” I ask him, breathing heavily and flushed.

  “You need to do it without your clothes on.”

  “What?” I ask him. “You want me to do that ...naked?”

  “Yes,” he says. “Spread your legs wide. Let me watch you press your fingers deep inside of your pussy.”

  “I can’t,” I blurt out, pulling my hand from my panties.

  He frowns. “You can’t?”

  “No, please. I can’t do that.” I’m so embarrassed. I can’t believe I did that, touched myself like that, but it wasn’t enough. He wants more from me, and I can’t do it. I can’t spread myself open like that for him, it’s just too far. I’ve never been that vulnerable for a man before.

  For a second, I’m afraid he’ll hit me. Like my father would when I disobeyed him. Instead, Logan just stood.

  “Okay,” he says. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  I want to say something, but he disappears out the door without another word.

  I’m so stupid. Why couldn’t I have just done it? He already saw me naked and he already saw me touching myself. Why not just take it that one step further?

  I’m so frustrated. It’s not like I don’t want him. Groaning, I roll over onto my side and shove my hand down my pants. I find my clit and begin to work it in circles.

  I should have let him take me right then and there. I should have begged for his cock. If I’m good, he’ll give me whatever I want. I bet he’ll even let me out. I rub myself, imagining his body against mine, his cock in my mouth.

  I’ll suck him off like a greedy little slut. I’ll do it for him, because I want to make him happy. I’m so tired of disappointing him. I rub my clit faster as desire courses through me. I slide my fingers down and press them inside of me. I roll back over onto my back and spread my legs, feeling my breasts with my left hand.