Page 6 of Lords Of Ruin
I glance at Damien, who has made it his life's mission to make my existence a living hell. His piercing gaze sends shivers down my spine, a constant reminder of his power over me. No one ever talks to me without fear or disdain in their eyes. I am constantly bullied and ostracized by everyone around me. My short hair is a result of his girlfriend putting gum in it, and I've been banned from all parties because of him. The saddest part? No boy hasever asked me out because I am deemed untouchable by the entire town.
The Chessmen have always hated me, but right now they offer me my salvation. I know it can’t be out of kindness or pity because they would need a heart for that and I know none of the Chessmen have a heart.
“What’s the catch?” I whisper.
Vincent’s lipsgraze against my neck as he speaks. “You have to pay it back.”
“With interest!”Cast adds.
My breath catchesin my throat, how the hell, when the hell would I ever have the money to pay them back. It may take my entire life, but can I pass up this opportunity? No, when will I ever have this much access to this much money again? How else will I save my father from financial ruin?
My eyes flicker to Cast.“How long will I have to pay you back?”
Vincent’s laughterrumbles along my skin and I feel like I can’t fucking breathe. Cast’s eyes twinkle with need and he shakes his head ‘no’ at me.
“We don’t wantyour money Chiquita. We want you.” Cast smiles.
“Me?”I gasp, and I can’t help it. My eyes lock with Damien’s across the room. His face is blank besides the fire glistening in his eyes.
Vincent’s lipsgraze against my shoulder, and Cast pinches my chin drawing my eyes back to his. “You’ll be our little pawn. To use, abuse…fuck.”
Fuck?Fuck.My body shakes, and I feel myself paling under Cast gaze. I can’t give them this part of me. They’ve taken everything good about living away from me. I can’t also give the Chessmen my virginity. Vincent’s laughter rolls across my skin again, as his lips suck on my pulse.
“Her heart is beating so fast.”Vincent mumbles.
Cast’sthumb slides across my bottom lip, a faux pout on his face. “You want to fuck us Chiquita?”
“N-no.”My voice is more breathy than I intend, and Cast painfully grips my chin, pulling me closer to him.
“No?”Cast growls.
“I’m a virgin.”I whisper, my eyes drifting down as my cheeks heat.
“Virgin?”Vincent clicks his tongue. “I don’t believe you.”
“I am.” I choke out, my voice trembling as tears are welling up in my eyes.
My heart races with fear and anger, their leering grins reminding me of all the torment they've put me through. They want to take away my virginity, my first kiss, and they want me to be their pawn. But they can't take away the things I'm saving for someone who truly loves me. Is it worth risking homelessness for someone who genuinely wants me? My father and I may end up on the streets if I do not comply with their demands. I dry swallow, trying to slow down my heart and catch my breath.
“You hear that Damien? She’s a virgin.” Cast sings.
“Do you believe her?”Damien grumbles.
Cast catches my eyes again,looking for something, before he nods slightly. “I believe her.”
“P-please,”I stammer, my hands pinching the circle boxes around my hips. “I beg of you, please... I want to keep... I want to keep my virginity.”
“Aww,”Cast pouts, as Vincent’s hands snake around my waist, resting on my stomach. “Beg louder baby, I like it.”
I inhale sharply,my brows furrowing and spine bone straight. My gaze drifts to Damien, because he hates me so much that he would never want me, especially in a sexual way. Maybe my naked body would disgust him and he would not want me to suffer, but Damien's expression darkens as he steps forward, his gaze cold and unwavering.
“She saidshe wants to keep her innocence intact,” he states firmly. “You will respect her wishes.”
Vincent and Castexchange a glance before breaking into mocking laughter. “Oh, how noble of you, Damien,” Vincent sneers, taking a step back. “You’ll stay intact for now little devil, but you still need to be punished.”
I feela chill run down my spine as their words hang heavy in the air. Damien leans back in his chair, a locked jaw and intense stare on me.
I breathe a sigh of relief,but my heart is still racing from the encounter. Vincent rests his head against my back. His warm breath against my neck makes my skin tingle, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing I'm still affected by his closeness.