His Uncle Ruined Me For Good
WARNING: 18+ ONLY This is an explicit, high-heat dark romance featuring heavy sexual tension, scorching physical intimacy. Strictly for mature audiences.
He thinks he’s marrying a good girl. His uncle is about to ruin her for good.
Catching her fiancé naked with his own younger cousin, should have broken Robin. Instead, standing quietly outside his bedroom door, watching him pant and sweat, it just makes her ravenous.
Their own sex life was a selfish, pathetic joke. She doesn't scream or cry. She waits for the family anniversary gala.
Ethan’s distant uncle. Barely two years older, drop-dead gorgeous, and built like every dark fantasy Robin ever forced herself to swallow down at summer pool parties.
When Damon slips into a deserted, dimly lit service hallway to check his phone at the gala, Robin doesn't ask for permission. She stalks him, grabs his lapels, and crashes her mouth onto his without a word of warning.
Damon doesn't pull away. He drops his phone, slams her back against the corridor wall, and takes over the kiss until her knees give out. Right there in the shadows, just twenty feet from where her fiancé is sipping scotch, she lays down the dirty terms: use each other for sex. No feelings. No promises. Just pure, skin-on-skin ruin whenever the urge hits.
Damon agrees on the spot with vicious ground rules of his own.
Now, the real game begins. At family dinners, weekend getaways, and private parties, they play polite strangers while Ethan smiles, completely blind. But behind closed doors, inside locked wine cellars, and on dark balconies while Ethan calls her name, Damon takes her until she can barely stand.
Robin thought this was a temporary mistake. She didn't realize Damon has zero intention of ever letting his nephew have her back.