Ruin

"I will ruin you," she whispers.

She cries out, glasses askew. It hurts, of course it does, but loving the devil always is.

Against the wall, she's being scraped raw, her skin flush against the bricks. Fingers close upon the sconce, and she braces herself for his thrusts, painted nails clattering against the metal.

His hair, like silk, falls across her shoulders. His lips, like sin, suckle at her neck.

She, his mistress, knows that she must hate this. She's worth so much more.

She knows that she cannot deny him.

Or will you be the ruin of me?

-/o\-

~Athena~