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 4
Chapter 4
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His grip loosened and his palm slid into my gown. "Your words, Little bird." He grumbled out, his tone sexually charged.
His touch went deeper, tender and filled with warmth. Heat pooled into my entire system as he pressed two of his fingers against my throbbing cunt.
"You're this wet for me, Little bird?" He made a comment, subtly awed.
I bit hard on my lower lips, unable to control myself as I began grinding myself against his fingers. I was too horny, like I'm on fire and he's the only thing capable of quenching me.
"Take it off." He jerked at the laced thong I had on.
I instantly shoved my hands into the sides of the pant's waistband as I dragged it off me without hesitation. He grabbed it off my hand before I could toss it on the floor.
I watched him took the fabric in for a long sniff. "You smell so good, Little bird." His tone moaned out as he buried his nose deeper into the material stained with my pussy juice.
Fuck that's so hot.
Seconds later his attention crawled back to me, to my exposed vagina in front of him. A hungry look in his eyes.
"Tell me you want my fingers deep in you," he demanded as his palm lowered back against my pulsing cunt, he teased at me as he ran a quick rub of his fingers over the drenched skin.
"I want your fingers deep inside of me, please." I obeyed in a pleading tone, not sure of what I pleaded for, but very certain of my sexual excitement and overwhelming lust for him.
"Who am I to you, Little bird?"
He slid a finger into my pussy, raw and indecent as he began pushing in and out, fast and rough. He thrusted in a steady pace.
An heated sensation pinned instantly at my soul, my body, every inch of who I am. My lips slipped open eliciting gasps and uneven breaths as his middle finger continuously work in and out of my pussy.
"Answer me, Gina. Who?"
He added another finger, pushing it in so deep before he relaxed his thumb right over my clit. He rubbed on it incisively, simultaneously wiggling the two fingers he had stuck in me.
"Fuck!!!!" Pleasure pulsed through my veins, drawing deep at every corner of my system.
"You're my father's best friend, yes!" I cried out, the buzz unbearable and constantly a fire to endure. "A father figure to me!"
He quit massaging my clit, and brought out the two fingers he had stick inside my cunt.
"You're a mess, Little bird." He remarked as he slapped on the surface of my vagina, the sound of his palm hitting on my pussy juices told me exactly what he meant with that comment of his.
I am indeed a mess, a whole mess for him to ruin, to use as he pleases at the moment. Anything that gets me the reality of the dreams I've always had.
"At the moment, I'm not your father figure. I'm the guy who you've dreamt of fucking more times than I can count right?" He suddenly pinched at a small flesh out of my pussy.
And a painful moan escaped before I could push it back. That was a mixture of pain and pleasure, a balanced sensation.
"Right?" He repeated the same action.
"Yes," I moaned out painfully, no idea what game he was playing or trying to play.
"From now on, I'll be your sex daddy. Do you agree to become Daddy's sexy plaything?" His thumb drove into my pussy uncalled, nudging at a sensitive layer as a whole new flutter of pleasure crashed at my system.
I hummed out a yes, nodding my head as I bit hard on my lower lips while a moan stifled out.
"Use your words, Little bird." He brought out the thumb only to repeat the same process harder and faster.
"Yes yes yes. I accept to be your plaything, daddy." For some reason, that came out sexier than it should.
"Daddy is gonna eat you out now, and make you cum? Do you want that?" He quizzed while his body stooped down between my legs, his face still very much meters away from my parted thighs.
"I want it, please."
It genuinely feels like I was dying. I wanted more and less of what he's giving me right now. More in the sense of how it makes me feel, and less of the torment.
The torment, that even somehow still makes me feel a way I wouldn't totally be against if he decides to explore such.
The way he had pinched the flesh around my pussy the other time. A bittersweet ecstasy.
Two hands wedge at my thighs and I watched his head fell in between. His tongue rolled over my cunt, slick and precise.
My head threw back in a charged exhilaration. Oh God. Oh my fucking God.
He doesn't just lick around the spot, he'd push the tip of his tongue in, let it flick around before he'd lick all around and then suck on my clit, biting at my nerves high and without control.
"Urghhhhh...." I'd become a whimpering mess. Unable to keep it within myself. He ate me out like I was his favorite meal to devour, like he's starved and desperate.
I suddenly felt a bang knocked into my head. Cold and vicious, another bang settled in and a voice filtered through my consciousness.
My eyes steered awake. Ears pricked from the knock repeatedly slamming at my door.
I groaned, "Who is that?" I yelled out in a sluggish tone.
Gosh this is hell. I bursted into invisible tears as I brought up my palms to clean my face. I was so fucking close!
"I'm leaving and I thought I should check in on you before going, are we good?" My father's voice rang loud from outside my room.
"Bye!" I screamed back at him, groaning hard as I rubbed on my temples.
I heard his footsteps receded and the sound of a dragging suitcase.
Another day, another torture of what it's like being in love and lust with my father's best friend. Today's dream about him would've been perfect as usual if my dad hadn't interrupted.
He just had to drop a knock just when I was about to cum. Ugh!
At least he's gone. It's finally me alone with my doom.
What could go wrong?
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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.