Ruby's Ashes

By BeBe Harlow and Tressa Rabbit

Ruby's Ashes

The sequel to Smoldering Ruby

By Bebe Harlow & Tressa Rabbit

Ruby Flame has returned to Nathan's home. She intends to make it her own.

Now, stronger than ever and determined to show him he's met his match, she intends to light a new fire – this one in his heart. With Maid Slut by her side and a whole lot of crimes to cover, will Ruby and the man who has yet to break her team up or will the blaze only get hotter?

After her time away and the dust settled, Nathan can no longer deny the flicker of curiosity that comes with the thought of finally taming Ruby. Now, he refuses to refute the burning pleasure that came at both her escape and return.

He knows now what he must do to feel alive and bring her back too.

Indeed, and again, sparks will fly.

It will begin anew with the cellar, a cage and an unraveling of secrets so shadowy, someone is bound to get hurt. But it won't end there.

This time, their love and lust will burn it to the ground…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Crazy Ink
• Release date: Sep 18, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386895893

Book preview

For all those who crave the burn.

CHAPTER ONE

Ruby’s Ashes

Nathan Holloway

I act like I haven’t just read the letter, the one begging me to burn her.

Back so soon?

I allow the thin paper she’s written it on to slip through my fingers onto the plush carpet beneath my feet and her knees.

Back so soon?

It amazes me that Little Miss Ruby Flame appears to believe she’ll be sleeping in my bedroom. That Maid has allowed her in this room at all will be a matter for later. I ignore the itch at the back of my neck and the more persistent one in my balls that begs me to fuck her with everything I have.

Fresh off Adaline—a new girl from the club—and the scent of her, I tell myself to hold off. More aware of what Ruby is capable of than ever before, I move closer toward her, boxing her in between the bed and my planted legs.

She kneels in front of me, quivering, in a position I haven’t taught. To give her hope, I use my foot to kick her thighs open. Slut. Smirking, I pick up her chin with the pointer finger on my right hand as she struggles to regain her balance and nods.

Well? I demand. Answer me, slut.

Yes.

Yes what?

Yes, Master.

Master, I wonder. My, my. What ever happened to Sir? If I were a better man—one with a heart—I might even ask her. But reluctant to give the little whore the slightest bit of reprieve, I think better of it. Until I have her exactly where she belongs, in the honey hole basement, the answers to these curiosities shall remain unknown. There will be plenty of time to dissect the needy one later. First things first, I’ll deliver her to the other sluts.

Get up. I huff. Pathetic. Weak, silly slut.

I watch her scramble to her feet like a dog on a bone or a fat chick at a picnic pining for the last ear of buttered corn.

Very good, I say, certain there’s hope for this one in spite of my gut. Be careful, Nate, I think. She’s a fiery one. Turn around.

She does.

I’ve missed you, Sir.

Did I ask you to speak? Do I appear to be a man who can’t read?

She shakes her head ‘no.’

Would you like to look like Maid? Be a shame to sew that cock hole shut, don’t you think?

She nods as I reach around her from behind, jamming all four fingers down her throat until I hear that magical gagging sound. As she pulls her hands from behind her back to hold her lurching stomach, I wrap my arm around her neck and jerk her head back, sinking my fingers deeper as she chokes.

Pulling her against me from behind, I bury my mouth in her ear and whisper, Now, cunt. You will listen to me. You came here begging for it. And I’m not a man to say no to a greedy little whore. But I’m not a man to forget either. You left me. And this is not a fucking eatery. You do not come and go. You will be punished.

I yank my fist from her mouth, laughing out loud in her ear as she slurps on long foamy drips of saliva and bile.

I don’t give her time to collect herself before continuing. Instead, tugging on her pathetic dye job auburn ponytail, I pull her in even closer. I am going to ask you one more time, and this is not a question you want to answer flippantly, slut. I won’t be asking again and any answer I hear will be final. So think before you speak. If you are capable of that, I mean. Do you, Ruby Flame, my needy one, come here of your own accord? Because if you do, we will first have to address our indiscretions. I suggest you turn the fuck around and walk back out. But, you aren’t exactly a bright one. So what will it be? Stay or go?

CHAPTER TWO

Ruby’s Ashes

Ruby Flame

Stay or go? He makes it sound like such an easy decision. He has no clue, no fucking clue.

He knows nothing: How much my time in this place changed me. How my body and mind scream to be with him. He knows nothing of my need for him to control me. It is all consuming.

He wasn’t there to see it. Every night when I laid my head on my shitty pillow my thoughts strayed to him. He has no clue why I changed my hair color and even tried to give myself a makeover. I will never tell him the desperate lengths I went to, to try to forget him to no avail.

The questions haunt me:

Is he thinking of me?

Why does his sadistic nature call to me?

Why didn’t he contact me? Look for me? Something.

Make your choice, Ruby.

I know I am staying. I need what Nate has to offer and he needs me too. I can save him from himself. Just like those bitches in those romance books I read.

Really, Ruby? You are his savior?

I know staying means pain. It means putting my whole being in Nate’s hands and trusting he won't go too far like he did with Vera.

A cold, fat tear slides down my cheek at the thought of Vera. I wipe it quickly, hoping Nate doesn't see it. I miss her, but part of me is glad she is gone. I won't have to compete with her or live in her shadow now. Worried. Always worrying. Is he with her? Is she giving him what I can't? Why didn’t I meet him first? Things could have been different...

Answer him, Ruby. Don't piss him off more.

Stay, Master, I whisper, keeping my eyes down toward his plush bedroom carpet.

Nate chuckles at my answer, causing me to inhale sharply. His cologne, mixed with stale cigarette smoke and cheap perfume invades my nose. I raise a shaky hand to stifle a sneeze. He didn't say I could sneeze. And right now, I am too afraid to ask for permission. I shift ever so slightly, trying my hardest to hold this fucking sneeze in.

Fucking club sluts and their cheap perfume. Clawing all over my Nate.

No. Don’t do that. It’s a mistake.

He is not yours yet; get in the game. This is going to be a long, hard battle. Stop acting like you've won the game.

Nate spins me around and lifts my chin.

You truly are crazy, Ruby. This is going to be fun. Time for your first punishment. Sit here and do not move, he commands.

Deep breaths, Ruby. Just breathe. This is what you wanted. This is you making a life with Nate. Showing him what it is like when someone comes to stay willingly, knowing exactly what they are getting into.

Remaining as still as possible, I sit and wait, wishing my knees would stop shaking. I do not even rub my throbbing scalp. Nor do I clean the saliva that is drying on my chin, I leave it to form a white crust.

My knees start to tingle with the weight of my body making my legs go numb. What is he doing? Where did he go? It doesn't matter. I will sit here for days if need be. I am going to prove to him that I am everything he needs even if it kills me. Be careful, Ruby, it just might.

I am back, my Needy Slut. Maid is here too. Since she so flippantly broke my rules by letting you not only in my house, but taking you up to my room, she gets to watch your punishment. It’ll be so much fun for everyone. You. Me. Her. Watching, useless, while I fuck her the way you want me to fuck you, he taunts. ...Still here, not trying to run? My, you really are thick. Well, time to get this party started as they say. Look up at Maid, Ruby. Look at what she has for you, Nate practically sings as his lips distort into a maniacal grin.

My heart bashing against my ribs, I look up at Maid. She has a box in her hands and is blinking rapidly. I watch her tip the box, emptying its contents