Yours To Ruin, Daddy (18+)
"I've always knew you'd be the man to fuck me to heavens." The door opened on that comment and the man she least expected waltzed in.
"Tell me, how many times have I f*cked you to heavens in your wild little imaginations, Gina?"
...............
He was my father's best friend, a father figure to me. But he's also the hottest man I've ever seen alive.
With his fit, toned, and athletic build. He has plagued my dreams more time than I can count.
Fucking me to heavens and back, and when the chance comes to experience him. It doesn't matter what it costs.
I'm willing to let him ruin me.
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Chapter 2
Chapter 2
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I snapped my bare thighs closed as I sat up and crawled into a fetal position unable to maintain a gaze at him, mortified. Beyond mortified.
If the ground could open up right now, pull me in to shelter for the next few decades until existence becomes nonexistent, there's no doubt that I'd love for that to happen.
I could feel his presence, his eyes digging holes at me, as though I've suddenly became a sight he was addicted to.
For someone I've always wanted in every way possible for as long as I can recall, it's hard to believe his absence at the moment would soothe my nerves.
"Gina," my name growled out, followed by the gentle sound of his footsteps. I knew he had stepped closer from the unhealthy feel that suddenly clouded my system.
Heat poked at my insides, hot and scorching. I was all hot all over.
I couldn't respond or bring myself to speak. I was too embarrassed to look up right now, or even breathe well. Why did he have to come in?
He finally read into my silence and turned his steps around, strolled out and finally granted me the solitude to cuss at myself.
Once I noticed his absence, I sat up. "Fuck....!" The weight of my action crushing hard at me, unyielding and without warning.
I pleasured myself to the idea of my father's best friend taking me. And as if that doesn't sound scandalous enough, he had to walk in on me praising the image of him fucking me to oblivion.
"Fuck!" I cussed out once more.
How could I have let this happened? I should have closed that door- no locked it, at least that would've prevented him from coming inside.
What does he think of me now?
I was too cramped to match his gaze. I couldn't, knowing if I had then I might got a glimpse of what he thought of me, but I simply couldn't.
At that moment, the only thing I wanted was to fucking fade out of existence.
That man was like my father, Infact a second father to me. He's been around for as long as I can remember, just that he wasn't always present.
He's my father's best friend, they linked up in high school and refused to let each other go since then.
He doesn't really stay here, he has a company far into the city and only began visiting every summer from two years ago.
I was seventeen then, and I've last seen him when I was ten I think. Even as a kid, I've always fawned over his appearance, but I never really let the attraction mold.
Him and dad would stay contacted through calls and mails over the years, and I'd get the chance to get my first boyfriend.
The storm started once he came back, when he decided that he'll start coming to spend every of his summer breaks with us- my dad.
This man had gotten so ripped and only hotter over the years, I couldn't get my eyes off him when he return. The attraction I'd sent dormant as a kid came resuscitating, hard and wild.
He wormed his way past my mind, further into my head, and he was just the man that constantly fucks me to heaven in my dreams.
I do not enjoy sex with my boyfriend anymore unless I think of him.
It was wrong I know, but that doesn't help or justify how right it feels. I've been attracted to this man- my father's best friend for over two years now. I'm turning twenty in a few weeks so it's nearly three years.
At first, I could say I did my absolute best to keep it a secret, but lately- about few months ago, I've started slipping.
He'd catch me staring at him with lust filled eyes, always undressing him through my gaze with teeth biting down hard on my bottom lip. It's like I've lost control and could no longer manage myself.
Just like tonight, I couldn't guide myself to not eye-fuck that man as we sat down for dinner. Instead, I allowed myself slipped into my lustful fantasy.
Which prompted me into whatever session he walked into, and those words he heard. Gosh it's killing me not knowing what that man thinks of me already.
I need to know. I need to confront him, spin it however I can.
He's not the only one named Frank in the whole world. I could turn this around.
My courage slowly peeled back into shape as I went into the restroom to fix myself then stepped out of my room to seek Frank and have a chat with him.
"Dad!" I bumped to my father as I walked the hallway.
"Darling, I was just coming to meet you. I have a really bad news to share," his brows were creased which meant he's been anxious and in distress.
"What?" I quizzed with interest.
"I gotta leave tomorrow. It's work, and an urgent deal just came up. I know we promised to never let work or school get in between our summer get together, but this is so important please you have to understand. I'm only gonna be away for a couple of weeks and I've asked Frank to stay over and help me keep an eye on you or just keep your company."
My countenance changed at the heard of that specific name, more so the favor asked of him.
"I'm above age dad, I can look after myself, there's no need for a babysitter." I said in disapproval, I can't allow this.
Frank cannot be alone with me for the next couple of weeks. No, no this is not good. Oh Gosh.
"He's not a babysitter, he's just around to keep your company and that's all. I have to go pack up now sweetheart, please understand!"
He turned around and strode off before I could continue speaking against his decision.
Fuck this is bad, this is so bad! Me, alone, with Frank. For weeks? Oh boy!
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8.3
I loved Frank, but his twisted obsession with his adopted sister Alice destroyed us.
After I stood up to Alice at the hospital, Frank retaliated by leaking my private videos.
At that horrific werewolf ball, I was publicly humiliated-degraded while he watched.
Shattered, I fled to my family and cut him out of my life.
Years later, he found me, begging for forgiveness, but I had already moved on with Nick.
Consumed by rage, Frank burned our past to ashes-literally-with Alice trapped inside.
9.5
I was the heiress to a real estate empire, celebrating my engagement to Douglas at our Manhattan penthouse.
But when I stepped into the master bedroom, I caught him sleeping with my best friend, Krystle.
Before I could even react, Douglas forced me to sign away my family's entire trust fund.
He held up a tablet and forced me to watch a live feed of my parents being burned alive in our Hamptons estate.
"The fire hasn't reached the main house yet, sign it and I'll call them off," he lied.
As soon as the ink dried, he beat me to the ground and locked me in the soundproof study.
He poured twenty-three-year-old whiskey on the carpet and dropped a lit cigar.
"You could have walked away with nothing, but alive," he sneered.
He left me to burn to death while he and Krystle went back to our engagement party to drink champagne.
As the flames melted my skin and my bones shattered against the bulletproof glass, I couldn't understand it.
How could the man who promised me forever brutally exterminate my entire family just for money?
But I didn't die in that fire.
Three years later, with a reconstructed face and a new identity as the mysterious global designer Alice Moreau, I returned to New York.
Watching Douglas and Krystle flaunt the wealth they stole from my family's ashes, I smiled behind my black veil.
It was time to make them pay with everything they had.
7.5
A single reckless action is all it takes to destroy and ruin literally everything in a person's my life. Anna's Life.
She gave herself to a stranger... and the next morning he disappeared without a trace.
She later out I was pregnant with his child.
Her family and friends completely condemned,abonded and left her all alone.
And that was the beginning of her misery and the start of something she never for once saw coming.
9.8
"I didn't marry you for love, Elara. I married you for the land."
Five years ago, Elara Sterling wore a gold mask and shared a night of forbidden passion with Silas Vane, the "Ice King" of Seattle. Then, she vanished.
Now, she's back-not as a socialite, but as a struggling mother desperate to save her son. But Silas isn't the man she remembers. He's cold, powerful, and he just bought her father's debt.
The terms of the "Sterling Clause" are simple: Marry him for one year, and her debts are erased. But there's a catch. Silas doesn't just want the Sterling Port; he wants the son he never knew he had.
As Elara steps into a world of vipers and corporate sabotage, she must decide: Is she a wife, a prisoner, or the only woman powerful enough to melt the Ice King's heart?
In the game of power, love is the ultimate hostile takeover.
7.7
I spent two years trying to please Xander Yates, thinking he was the man who would help me save my family’s struggling manufacturing business. As a former senior legal counsel, I thought I knew how to handle sharks, but I never expected the man I loved to be the one who would try to skin me alive.
Everything shattered at a high-end gala when I felt a chemical fire start in my marrow. Xander had spiked my drink, chasing me through the hotel corridors with a predatory smile, ready to take by force what I wouldn't give him willingly.
I barely escaped into an elevator, stealing a key card from a man in a sharp grey suit and collapsing in room 8086. That stranger turned out to be Crockett Blackburn, the "Ice King of Wall Street" and a man my family had spent years avoiding. He didn't save me out of the goodness of his heart; he saved me because he saw a "messy variable" he could turn into a weapon. By morning, Xander was blackmailing me with a video of me drugged, and Crockett was offering me a deal that felt like a deal with the devil. He would save my factory, but only if I gave him 51% controlling interest and became his personal legal counsel.
The humiliation was total. Xander called me a junkie and a slut, while Crockett looked at the bruises on my neck with the cold, clinical assessment of a man checking a damaged piece of equipment. When a secret bid was leaked, Crockett didn't hesitate to pin the blame on me, accusing me of working with my ex to drive up the price.
I was a pawn in a game between two monsters, one who wanted to destroy my body and another who wanted to own my soul and my family’s legacy. I had lost my apartment, my reputation, and my safety in less than twenty-four hours.
"I don't like it when people break my things," Crockett told me as he applied ointment to the marks Xander left on my throat.
I realized then that if I wanted to survive, I had to stop being the victim and start being the predator. I signed the contract, moved into Blackburn’s penthouse, and prepared for a scorched-earth war against the Yates family. I don't care if Crockett Blackburn is using me as a leash—as long as he lets me be the one to bite.
9.6
For four years, I endured my husband Alex' s coldness and his very public affair. I did it all for the heart beating in his chest-the one I believed belonged to my dead fiancé, Dale.
Then, a phone call from a private investigator shattered everything. It was all a lie, a simple clerical error.
Dale' s heart wasn' t in my husband. It was beating inside a tech CEO in Austin named Cash Carter.
Suddenly, the man I married for a ghost was just a cruel stranger. When his mistress caused me to fall into a pool, he left me to drown, demanding I apologize to her before he' d help me.
Four years of humiliation and heartbreak, all for a devastating coincidence. My entire life was built on nothing.
So I filed for divorce and booked a one-way ticket to Austin. When Alex finally tracked me down, begging me to come back, he didn't understand. I wasn't running from him. I was running toward the last piece of the man I truly loved.