Ruin Me,DADDY

Chapter 2The hotel bar was dim, all low amber lights and velvet booths that swallowed sound. Rain lashed the floor-to-ceiling windows like it wanted in. I’d already downed three shots of tequila cheap, burning, perfect. The fourth sat in front of me, untouched for now, because my hands were shaking too hard to pick it up without spilling.My dress clung to me like a second skin, soaked through from the run here. Black silk, the one I’d bought for the honeymoon. Low-cut, slit up the thigh. I’d worn it tonight to feel sexy for Ethan, to maybe spark something in him before the wedding. Joke’s on me.The bartender a pretty girl with pink hair slid a napkin under my glass. “Rough night?” she asked, voice soft.I laughed, bitter. “You could say that.” I finally wrapped my fingers around the shot and tossed it back. Fire raced down my throat, settled hot in my belly. Better.I scanned the room without really seeing it. Couples murmuring, a businessman nursing whiskey alone, a group of girl

Chapter 4Lucian didn’t give me time to breathe.The first thrust buried him to the hilt thick, unrelenting, stretching me so wide I felt split open in the best, most terrifying way. My scream dissolved into a choked moan as my walls fluttered around him, trying to adjust, trying to take every brutal inch.“Fuck,” he growled against my ear, voice raw. “So tight. So fucking perfect.”He didn’t move at first. Just stayed deep, letting me feel him throb inside me, letting my body learn the shape of him. My cheek pressed into the sheets, ass high, wrists still pinned in one of his massive hands behind my back now. The position left me helpless open, exposed, owned.Then he pulled out almost all the way slow, torturous until just the head kissed my entrance.I whimpered. Empty. Aching.“Beg for it again, princess.”“Please” The word tore out of me, desperate. “Please, Daddy, fuck me. Hard. I need it.”He slammed back in.My vision blurred. Pleasure-pain exploded through me, white-hot. He

Chapter 6The executive elevator doors slid shut with a soft, expensive hush, sealing me inside a mirrored box that smelled faintly of Lucian’s cologne. My reflection stared back at me mascara still faintly smudged under my eyes, lips swollen from last night’s kisses, hair wild and damp from the rain that had finally stopped. The black silk dress clung in all the wrong places now, wrinkled and ruined, screaming walk of shame to anyone who looked too closely.I pressed a trembling hand to my stomach. The ache between my legs was a constant, delicious reminder. Every shift of my thighs sent a fresh pulse of memory through me his thick cock stretching me, his voice growling “Good girl” while he filled me, the way he’d cleaned me afterward with surprising gentleness before disappearing like a ghost.And now he was my boss.Lucian Kane. CEO of Reed Enterprises. The man whose name was on half the tech patents in this city. The man who had just dismissed me from his penthouse office like I w

Chapter 8I barely made it to the ladies’ room before my legs gave out.The door clicked shut behind me and I sagged against the marble counter, breathing hard. Lucian’s cum was still leaking slowly down my inner thighs, warm and sticky, a filthy secret hidden under my tight pencil skirt. Every step from the boardroom had made it worse wet, obscene little trails that reminded me exactly who owned me now.I stared at my reflection. Cheeks flushed. Lips swollen. Eyes glassy with aftershocks. The red lipstick was smeared at the corner from where he’d kissed me after filling me. I looked like a woman who had just been bent over the executive table and fucked senseless by her boss.Because I had.My hands shook as I grabbed paper towels, dampened them, and tried to clean between my legs without making it obvious. The touch of the rough paper against my sensitive folds made me whimper. I was still so swollen, so tender, and already aching for more. How was that even possible? I’d come twice

Chapter 10   The Uber ride home was pure agony. Every bump in Miami’s evening traffic sent Lucian’s fresh load shifting inside me, leaking steadily onto the thin fabric of my skirt. By the time the driver pulled up outside my apartment building, the back of my thighs were slick and shiny. I thanked him with a shaky voice and practically fled inside, heels clicking too loudly on the tile floor. The moment my apartment door closed behind me, I leaned against it and slid down to the floor. My skirt rode up, exposing the mess between my legs thick white streaks of Lucian’s cum coating my swollen folds and inner thighs. I looked ruined. Thoroughly, deliciously ruined. I should have felt ashamed. Instead, heat curled low in my belly again. My phone buzzed. **Lucian Kane:** Did you make it home with ev