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 3
Chapter 3
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The next morning came quicker than I wanted it to, and by the time I arrived downstairs for breakfast. I was met with the heavy absence of my father and rather the sinful sight of the man I very much would've preferred absent.
Ironic isn't it?
The man I've always love to see is suddenly the man I wish to see least. Courtesy of my recent feat of course. The memory is etched deep into my head, in a constant display.
How he walked in on me climaxing and commending what a good fucker he is, and he just had to ask how many times he's fucked me to heaven in my dreams. Like why? Couldn't he have just pretended that he didn't hear that or saw what he saw?
Now I'm haunted, and so far I still wish earth would suddenly open up and accept me as a guest till further notice.
The silence between us was deafening, and the tension thicker than those arm muscles of his. One would think he's a marine cop, or a gym enthusiast, but he's neither yet rocked a perfect physique.
He was seated across me, attention buried in his phone as he absentmindedly chipped at his breakfast.
I on the other hand couldn't bring myself to consume my waffles. Again I'm haunted, and his presence is not making it any easier.
"Quit eye-fucking me and eat your food?" That granite tone of his was sharp as the sentence broke through our silence.
I blinked my gaze off him, down to the meal in front of me. And the picture of him naked crawled into my head from nowhere.
Curious of his size and how well it'd fit me. Gosh the mere thought of that was starting to turn me on.
"I'm sorry for yesterday," I decided to bring up the topic myself. This tension would never resolve if the issue wasn't address, time to find out what he thinks of the stunt.
"Yesterday? What happened yesterday? What are you sorry for?" His brows creased and confusion grew into his face.
Is he kidding? Or purposely playing dumb.
I stared at him through a bored gaze, "Seriously?" There was a hint of annoyance in my tone, and it was worth it.
I've beaten myself over this throughout the night, and just when I decided to confront him, he's here trying to pretend that it was nothing.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Little bird,"
"Fuck," I mouthed inaudibly with my eyes briefly concealed.
It was impossible to feign annoyance when his voice is enough to make a pool out of my legs. I seriously could use an exorcist, safe to say I'm possessed- definitely.
"Little bird, are you horny for me right now?" The confusion on his face dropped, and his face leaned an inch forward with his furnished gaze pinned on me.
I've been horny for him for so long I can't even pin a date to it right now. And that nickname he has for me, it doesn't always help my situation when his deep and velvety voice calls me by the name.
If anything, it adds to the heat I'm already stuck with.
"What would you say or do if my answer is yes?" I played back at him.
I couldn't give a fuck right now about who he is to me. A father figure yes, but a fucking sexual appeal at the same time. All I could see is a man I want so deep inside of me he may not be able to get out.
That's cringe, but it's my hormones talking not me.
"Do you want me to say I'd spread you wide open on this table and fuck you hard till you go numb?"
I couldn't tell if he meant his words, there was no alignment between his placid expression and the context of his words.
"Yes," weakly, I muttered.
He cracked a subtle smirk as he leaned back into his seat. "That's not right, Little bird," his gaze flicked off me and down to his empty plate.
"However....." he trailed into silence as he pushed back in his seat to stand up. "If that's what you want, would you be willing to play by a few rules?"
He walked around so he could approach me, slowly as he licked his lips coming closer till the space between us grew thin and thinner like a line of thread.
My body sizzled, and I found myself unable to keep eye contact with him.
I could feel him close, and while I battled the urge to moan out to the scent of him that rushed deep into my senses, I was also stuck with the need to remain composed.
His arm crossed my eyes as he reached for the edge of my chair, he steadied a grip before he whirled my chair around to face him.
"Eyes on me, Little bird," he demanded, voice thicker than a body of mud.
My doe eyes peered up, straight into his face that was inches away from me. He had arched his body, so he was leaned over and carefully drinking me while with his eyes.
I watched his gaze trailed from my face, down to my body, and stopped right at the center of my womanhood.
To see his attention focused where it was, my thighs clenched close and my hands clasped tight over my core that was dripping wet already.
It was obvious, if the musk smell hadn't gave it away, it was written all over my body.
"Open up, Little bird,"
I knew exactly what he meant and like a force overwhelmed, my legs gently pulled apart and my hands pulled up and away from the spot right between my legs.
"Bare yourself," his tone had changed, gone deeper than it usual pitch- dark and dangerous.
I grabbed the tip of my gown about to throw it up when he suddenly grabbed my wrist, his eyes tightly shut as if snapped out of a reverie.
"This is not what you want or can handle, Little bird. I can assure you."
I knew what that was, it was a warning but even a prophecy right now cannot save me. I'm way too far gone.
"Ruin me," my voice came out sultry, a mixture of my lust and passion. "Let me be yours to ruin,"
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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.