RUIN ME, MASTER. Chapter 35.Jerald stood across the room, heart thrumming against his chest as the doctor examined Jasmine.His chin rested against his fingers, fear seeping into him.What had happened to her? The question haunted him.He had asked the guards to search her room and get back to him.The doctor let out a soft exhale, turning to face Jerald.“My lord,” he bowed.“Speak…” Jerald countered, his ill interest reeking harder than the scent of the diffuser.“Her pulse is steady, and this headache seems to be terrible. We might need her medical history to confirm what exactly is wrong with her.”Jerald’s brows knitted, anger spinning within.“Are you dumb?”The doctor’s head hurriedly fell into a bow.“My lord… forgive me, my lord… this headache seems critical. I just need to get some information from her.”The room fell into silence. Jerald glared at the subconscious Jasmine, then back at the doctor whose head remained bowed.“Is she going to be fine?”The doctor nodded imme
Chapter 34. Jasmine’s heart sank, shredding into her stomach in tiny million pieces.Her eyes watered immediately, fingers curling tightly around the file.So this was what awaited her?This was what awaited her, and for all these damn days, she never thought about it?The tears in her eyes stung, and she allowed them to spill.If she could not defend herself in the panel tomorrow and could not provide the money, she would have to quit the job. On top of that, she would have to go to court to prove her innocence or go to jail. She would be doomed. Dead, if not possible.If the money in her account was up to 30 million euros, she would have done her surgery and started a surgery somewhere else.Her head spun, pain slicing across her skull.The pain was sharp. Threatening. Her hands moved to her head and she felt it… the pain was too different. Too different for a normal headache. It was from the tumor…Her nails dug into her scalp, lips parting.The pain spread across her brain, twit
Chapter 33. Jasmine felt like… the wetness between her thighs.Desire and anger crawled against her belly.This was madness. Utter madness. She should be getting mad at him and not getting wet for him.With every ounce of self-control mustered, she moved her hand up, slamming his hand away from her cheeks.The action was sudden. Unexpected. And it left him dazed.He glared at his hands, lips twitching into a slow, demonic smile.“Stay away from me,” Jasmine said, anger starting to brew hot in her eyes.Jerald glared at her, the grin on his lips widening.“You do not have a right to ask, Feisty Lamb. You are my submissive, and I have absolutely every right over your body.”Jasmine scoffed, then she stilled, raising her shoulders up.“Well… not when that submissive is being treated like a rag.”Her eyes scorched, and she took a step closer to him.“Mr. Jerald…” her words faltered as she stopped to think of his surname, but she wasn’t quite grasping it.“Mr. Jerald or whatever the fuck
Chapter 32. The room stilled, silence coating the air like a duvet.Jerald stood still, heart thumping against his chest.Fuck! He cursed within.Anger and regret curling up against his vein.How could he? How could he have allowed himself to slip away like that?How could he have worshipped her body without shame?Damn it!This was wrong. Wrong that she slept in his bed, wrong that he held her from leaving, wrong that he allowed her to come to his bed.Now every fucking inch of this room smelled like her delicious juice.His hand moved to his hair, fingers running down his hair.He could smell it. The scent of her delicious juice against his fingers. His muscles throbbed, the desire to sink his fingers into his mouth and taste her juice building from within.Fuck it!This was supposed to be a god damn Master and submissive stuff, but here he was touching her, complimenting her and moaning for her as well.It wasn’t just lust anymore. That was what scared him the most.Jasmine sat st
Chapter 31. Jerald’s eyes moved over Jasmine's body, heart pounding against his chest. Fuck.She was beautiful.Hot in every goddamn way he could imagine. No… beyond that. She was everything. And she was lying there—naked beneath her thin camisole and panties, on his bed—for him.His throat tightened as his gaze traveled slowly from her bare legs, up the smooth curves of her hips, to the soft rise of her breasts beneath the fabric. Her skin was kissed by the golden glow of the lamp, glowing like something forbidden and precious. Her hair was spread across his pillow like ink on silk.He could barely breathe. God! She looked fucking sexy laying on the bed like this. No one had ever been in this bed. No one had ever touched these sheets.Only her. He didn't know how all of this was happening, but she was breaking his God damn resolve and she wasn't even doing too much. Jasmine laid still, her pussy tingling between her thighs. God! This was not supposed to be happening. All this so
Chapter 30.Jerald’s hand curved around Jasmine’s body, his right hand trailing against her hair.Slowly, she relaxed into him, exhaling softly, subconscious murmurs of comfort.Jerald’s chin settled on the middle of her head as he watched her loosen up.A small subconscious smile curled at the corner of his lips.God!She looked ethereal sleeping like this in his arms.Her lashes fluttered gently, mesmerizing him.A muscle in his body twitched as her body pressed harder against his.His cock twitched softly at the action.Her clothed boobs pressed against his bare chest, sending sensual sparks across his vein.A voracious desire curled through his nerves, triggering him to cup her boobs into his hands and fondle on it.His eyes lingered on her body for longer than he could restore.His breathing grew shallower. Every rise and fall of her chest, every unconscious stir of her leg against his thighs, only fed the hunger swirling inside him. His fingers flexed where they rested, resistin