The Bitter End

by Rue Volley

  The Bitter End

  Golden Crown Series

  Book One

  Hell has three gates.

  Lust

  Anger

  Greed.

  ~Bhagavad Gita

  Copyright of Rue Volley 2013

  All rights reserved

  Published by Hot Ink Press

  Cover by Rue Volley for Vivid Book Designs

  This book is dedicated to my husband Von. I love you now and forever and thank you for being my biggest fan and true source of inspiration.

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, Really,” Ryan said as he looked at the dashboard and shook his head. He turned the key and you could hear the engine whining, not unlike he had on a few occasions…whining that is, saying fucking everything and nothing, all at the same time. I swear he is about as useful to me as this fucking car is right now. I tapped my nails on the windowsill and looked out at the shitty weather. It was raining like Satan was on his way and the earth needed to be nice and soft for him to claw his way through the ground below us. I leaned in and blew my hot breath on the window and there it was, the stupid heart I had drawn earlier in the year when he had me out on a date, all romantic and shit. Yeah, romance. What a joke. I slowly traced my finger against the heart as my own heart fluttered a bit as the memory of his cock inside of me the night I drew this completely consumed my mind. It pisses me off that I still want him that way even after…

  I turned and looked at him, pushing my hair behind my ear and waiting. I mean he has to have a fucking plan right? Probably not, I mean it is Ryan, the cheating fuckall shithead.

  “How about popping the hood and checking out the engine?” I asked him and he sighed and then stared down at his hands gripping the steering wheel.

  “Ryan? RYAN?” I said a bit louder and he looked at me. I stared into his face as lightning cracked and lit him up. I swear the past three weeks had aged him something terrible as I had made it my mission to be the biggest cunt this side of cuntville. He sat back and let his hands fall into his lap.

  “I know nothing about that shit.”

  “Oh sweet, any other way you want to fucking make my year then?” I asked him and nothing, no response. I mean what could he say really? Ryan had only done one thing in his life that warranted a spine and that was admitting to his dick wandering into a woman he met at a bar, or so he said. Three weeks ago. It was raining not unlike it is now. I had sat staring out our penthouse window, wondering why I had found myself in this fucking situation with a boy, yes a boy…not a man. A man would not be cheating on someone who loved him so completely. Who had stepped away from family against her Father’s will and placed a substantial inheritance in jeopardy. Why you might ask? Well, Ryan can fuck me. I mean fuck. Not make love or stroke my ego, I mean flip me over and shove it in without saying a fucking word and his aggression is something I cannot seem to be without. We torture each other, not only in the bedroom but in life and to me it keeps my senses heightened and my pussy wet. What other things are there really? Fucking Ryan, and his perfection. I hate him as much as I love him, I really do. But more importantly my Father hates him and that alone makes him mine to keep.

  “How about you pretend, or is that something you can’t seem to do either?” I said and with that he swung the car door open and slammed it behind him. I jumped slightly as it matched up to a loud crack of thunder overhead. I smiled as I watched him slip and fall, yelling out a nice big “FUCK” as he pulled himself back up and flipped the hood up. It was all in spite. He is right, he has no clue as to what an engine does or does not do. Ryan had spent his life with a tongue to a random clit in one form or another and knowing this I should not be shocked he strayed. But it is me, the one who took him as he was and not as the playboy he pretended to be making his way through the upper level of New York society girls. I guess I was just a target too but he had no idea I was as ruthless as he was or as brutal in the bedroom, so here we are…

  He jumped back into the car completely drenched and I kept my laughter at a minimum. He was so frustrated and hating this I could feel it in the air all around us. He deserves it, and so much more. He was too fucking weak to leave and I was too much of a bitch to tell him to go. He then looked at me with water dripping down to his chin and I raised an eyebrow.

  “When the lightning lit up the sky I saw a building that way.” He pointed forward. I leaned up and saw nothing but sheets of rain on the window.

  “And?” I asked him and he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

  “Well, it looks like a hotel.”

  “Well, go get help then.”

  “I think it would be better if we go together, I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here in the car alone.”

  “Oh fuck you Ryan.”

  “Seriously, Beth,” he said as he reached out and touched my hair and I slapped his hand away from me.

  “You touch me when I say so Ryan.”

  “Okay,” he said as he lowered his hand and watched me closely. The thunder shook the car and the ground as I held onto the handle until I realized he was still watching me.

  “I am more than capable of waiting here, besides, I do not want to get all wet.”

  “I would love to…” he started to say and it trailed off as it should. He used to be dirty as hell 100% of the time and I loved that too. I loved that he whispered words like cock and wet pussy into my ear at the best restaurants in the city, or that he had fucked me in my Father’s study when we visited him and his Asian whore of a wife who was 25 years younger than him… I had “stepped away” at dinner. He had followed and he came in my ass that night. I grinned at the huge painting of my Father over the fireplace as he did. I fucking hate him more than Ryan and I have spent my life trying my best to make him miserable but he would never allow me the pleasure of seeing it. He doesn’t give a shit about me, and with me being a girl…yes a girl, my father would never have me run a damn thing for him. Yes, my Dad is a fucking sexist pig as is Ryan, as is every goddamn man I have ever been with really. I am attracted to asshats, it is my talent in life other than shopping and fucking. I excel at those too.

  Ryan stepped up to my side and opened the door up, he stared down at me and I watched as the rain ran down his face and dripped from his chin. He held his hand out to me and I shook my head.

  “Listen you fucking cunt…you are not any good to me dead,” he said as he leaned down and stared at me. It infuriated me and I slapped him across the face as he smiled at me and then I started to hit him again. He caught my hand and tried to kiss the inside of my palm. I watched him for a second and then jerked it back as he sighed and let his head drop down. I then kicked him back and he fell onto the ground as I reached over and pressed the button to pop the trunk. I stepped out and walked to it and stared in as I sighed. I reached over the body of my Father, with his mouth gaping open as well as his hazy eyes clouded in white. I grabbed the umbrella, slammed the trunk shut, popped the umbrella and watched as Ryan scrambled to his feet and stared at me.

  “I fucking hate you,” I said and he watched me walk by him. He glanced back at the trunk and then followed me quickly. What other choice does he have? What choice do I have but to go back and tell you a bit of a tale you may find hard to believe, but trust me…this is exactly how it happened….

  Chapter One

  Fuck Thai Food

  We sat at the longest table in the New York Public library. I only like to come here because it is a beast of a building and we tend to people watch, which is a nasty habit both Holland and I have. We have played this game since we were at Patterson, the best private school in New York and I never shook it, it is a drug once you get going.

  “Beth, look.”

  I looked up to see him walking by u
s slowly and grinning as he often does.

  “Fucking Ryan Endless,” she whispered and I smiled and covered my mouth with my book.

  “Don’t call him that, it’s stupid.”

  Holland looked at me and then back to him. She started to chew on the end of her pen and I saw her tongue flick the tip of it and I ‘eww’d’ as she quickly looked at me.

  “What?” she said and I rolled my eyes.

  “For Christ sake, just follow him and fuck him already,” I whispered to her.

  “I should,” she said as she stood up and I grabbed her hand and jerked her back down next to me. She laughed and looked me over trying to figure out my sudden need to be prudish. I mean, we are not in any way. Fucking is actually a game to both of us that we have played since High School. College should be on the horizon for us now but we had lingered in our circles and did nothing but spend our families’ money since graduation three years ago. In fact I don’t know if I will go to college. I don’t really give two shits about a career, fortunately I have a Father who owns pretty much half of New York City and a few other large cities now and money will never be an issue. He was a high powered lawyer at one point, but now he OWNS all of the high powered lawyers and reaps the benefit of these soulless bitches winning cases for political deviants and rich socialites who tend to get in some shit. I do not question their morals, it is not my place to and I will be honest and tell you I would not trade my life for anything. You would have to be an idiot to do that.

  “Endless,” she whispered to me and I laughed.

  “I doubt it is true,” I said and she eyed me and smiled like a naughty cat.

  “Well, I heard that he can fuck for hours. I guess “endless” is a bit dramatic but anyway…hours would be interesting, Beth.”

  “Oh sure. I will give you some advice. Buy a lot of lube because your pussy would be dry like a desert. There is no man who can fuck you for that long and keep you all wet and stuff.” I then jumped as I heard the chair pull up across the table from us and there he was, the legendary endless fucking machine himself…Ryan Blackwood. He looked, amazing with his black hair and chiseled jaw. He also looks like tattoos would fit him fine and who knows, he may have some lurking under all that fashion he loves to sport. Ryan is always dressed nicely in brand new clothing. He is never in need of money I would assume. I mean, there at least 4 older women who fuck him here in New York and pay for his shit. The apartment he has, the cars…the clothing, hair. It is all paid for with his dick. He may look incredibly delicious but my assessment of him being a manwhore is dead on and everyone knows it.

  “Ryan.”

  Ryan grinned at her for a second and then he was back to staring me down.

  “Holland,” he said as he looked down my neck and I felt the need to adjust my shirt as I had a bit of my cleavage sticking out. He sighed and pulled out his phone as it chirped in his pocket. He stared at the screen and typed something back quickly as Holland was all star-struck with him. I was not, nor had I ever been. I may sound like a cunt for saying this but Ryan was not what you would call from the right people. As in, his family was poor, or middle class…what the fuck ever. I mean what is the difference? If you have to ask how much something costs then that means you don’t have enough in the bank to really shop right? I know that sounds mean but I don’t know anyone who had ever snaked their way into the higher levels of the New York elite like this trashy guy had.

  “I am hungry.” I said as I stood up and Ryan stood up too. Holland smiled and damn near fell off her chair as she stood and I rolled my eyes and grabbed my book from the table.

  “There is a great Thai place down the street.”

  “Huh,” I said, as he looked me over even harder which was uncomfortable on a few different levels.

  “I love Thai,” Holland said.

  “Cool.” Ryan stared at me some more and I sighed.

  “I don’t.” I added and he rubbed his neck with his hand and looked around the room and then back to me.

  “What do you like, Beth?” he asked me. I bit my lip like a schoolgirl and irritated the fuck out of myself.

  “I like a lot of things, but not that. It stinks.”

  “Well, you tell me what you want and I will make it happen,” he said and Holland opened her mouth and then shut it as I looked at her.

  “I am very capable of taking care of what I need, Ryan.”

  “Really?”

  I stood my ground and started to become a bit aggravated. “Yes, really.”

  “So why do you hate Thai food, Beth?” he asked me and I looked down and then back up at him.

  “Disgusting smell and…”

  “And what?” he added. I suddenly felt like leaving and I took a step back, pushing my chair in.

  “Nothing.”

  “Is it the food or your new Mommy, Beth? You know, the one who is what…like 2 years older than you?”

  I stopped and felt all of my muscles clinch up in my stomach.

  “She is from China.”

  Ryan smiled at me and then opened his mouth.

  “How is that working out, I mean she replaced your old one.”

  “Beth,” Holland said as she touched my arm and I pushed her from me.

  “Go tell the driver we are leaving.”

  “Let’s just…”

  I cut her off as I held my hand up and stared her down gritting my teeth.

  “Okay,” she said as she shook her head and left us standing there. I took a breath and looked him over as if to say “Fuck you” and honestly I was so thinking it. I walked around the table and then stepped up to him as I saw we were almost the same height with my heels on. I looked down his body and then reached out and popped his jacket open a tiny bit as he watched me. I read the label and smiled.

  “This is a $500 jacket, Ryan.”

  He grinned and adjusted it as he looked down my body.

  “You are probably wearing about $1000 dollars in shit today, I would call that modest for you Beth, running late?”

  “You know. There was no one more surprised when you strolled into school our freshman year and suddenly you were at Patterson, nice little jacket with the patch and shiny shoes. I mean, I know you wanted to fit in but I remember you and your Mom,” I said as he stopped smiling and looked into my eyes. I had no intention of stopping so while I had his attention I continued on. “I mean you are a bastard right? I certainly don’t mean to be rude but your Mom has no idea who your Dad is, or maybe he is in jail, who fucking knows, right? I mean she was trashy, probably still is and I am sure her mouth has wrinkles from all the blow jobs she was handing out while she cleaned toilets in homes she could never afford to give to you Ryan. I mean…she cleaned my toilet, in my room…or wing of the house that I lived in downtown. You remember that, don’t you? I mean you would come with her because she could not get anyone to watch you and you would steal food.”

  He took a slow breath as I walked around him and then I stopped and leaned into his ear.

  “While you ate our food, your Mommy ate my Father’s cock for an extra $20 on her paycheck.”

  He clinched his fists slightly as I stepped back in front of him and he raised his eyes to mine. I grinned and he stepped close to me and licked his lips.

  “How does it feel to be so alone, Beth? You know, since your Mom died and your Dad ordered in some new pussy?”

  I raised my hand and he caught it as I almost hit him. He held me tighter than I expected and it hurt slightly but the pain was not something I hated. He then rubbed his thumb across the deep scars on my wrist and I jerked my hand away as Holland called out to me.

  “We are ready, Beth.”

  I looked down and then back up at him as I tilted my head a bit.

  “I bet you suck cock as well as your mother did.”

  He narrowed his eyes as I walked away from him and he allowed himself to stare at my ass, tightly held in my skirt and begging for someone to slap it, but not him…fucking never him. He can wish for
ever, he will never have me.

  Chapter Two

  Diamond Studded Cock Ring

  I sat watching the people far below us from one of the tallest buildings in the city. I often step out and linger near the edge. My Father owns the building and I have the top floor. It was a graduation gift he handed to me three years ago. I still don’t know if he just wanted me to leave the house or if he really was trying to be nice. I mean he has given me so many things over the years that presents don’t hold much weight anymore. Cars, homes, anything the average person would be thrilled to receive, but he had ruined me long before this when he bought me an amusement park for my 5 birthday of which I still own. That was when I first started to understand what and who I was. Elite, above the fray, whatever you want to fucking call it, but the one thing he never gave me was time, nor his love. Two things my mother also longed for and he allowed her to fade right into nothingness. If I had any hatred for him before it happened, then I certainly hated him now and even at her funeral he left early for “business”. I would call that fucking rude. I saw the bitch who lives in the house with him now, Miko, in the limo as he hurried away from the graveyard before Mom was tucked away in the huge family Mausoleum of which we will all be thrown in someday…unless we become immortal, but fucking fat chance of that happening.

  I placed my arms out wide and tilted my head back as the wind blew up and caught me off guard for a moment. I stumbled and looked below me as the lights flickered on and off, red to white…red to white, and my mind flashed to the ambulance that had come to collect my Mom. I had been sobbing when they carried her out and screamed as I reached towards her. I always felt so close to her, not some weird Mother/Daughter bonding bullshit but as friends. I was the only child my parents had and even though I knew as did my Father that she had killed three children with abortions after me, I still loved her. That bit of trivia popped up when she was drinking and she would grind that one into him like a lit cigarette on bare skin. She refused to give him anything more she said often and especially a male to carry on his evil ways. Like she knew no evil herself, but that is a story for another time. So she had robbed me of any siblings but with that came her undying attention she paid to me which I needed more than I ever knew before she died. I blame him, I always will, and it is only now that I wish I had a brother that I could call my own. Claim him like Mom claimed me. I get it now. The love thing, I just wish my father did…or maybe I should grow the fuck up and not worry about it.