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Chapter 48: Locked in the Dark
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2026-08-04 04:24:43
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Ruined by Mr Voss 72: Safe Harbor
The black Maybach cut through the rain-drenched coastal road, its headlights barely piercing the dark curtain of the storm. Outside, the Category 3 gale howled across the cliffs, whipping the Atlantic into froth and slamming heavy spray against the armored glass of the car.Inside, the silence between us was heavy with everything that had transpired over the past four days at the tower site—and the unspoken tension of where we were heading.Harrison kept one broad hand firmly on the leather steering wheel, his knuckles white, his eyes fixed on the treacherous turns ahead. His dark suit jacket was discarded in the backseat, his pristine dress shirt unbuttoned at the throat, revealing the rigid, unforgiving line of his collarbone.“The radio reports say the main access bridge is closing due to rising waters," I said quietly, watching the raindrops streak across the glass like shattered crystal. "If we go through those gates, we won't be able to turn back."Harrison glanced sideways at m
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The next three days at the Voss Developments tower blurred into an agonizingly intense test of endurance.At dawn every morning, the heavy industrial lifts hummed as construction crews poured onto the upper floors. I spent hours framing shots across the vast expanse of bare steel beams, exposed wiring, and sweeping floor-to-ceiling glass frames overlooking the city. My Leica camera felt like an extension of my hands, but every click of the shutter was secondary to the suffocating presence of the man watching my every move.Harrison was relentless. Even while holding high-stakes strategy calls with his legal team or issuing sharp orders to project managers, his dark grey eyes never truly left me. He tracked the line of my waist, the shift of my hips as I knelt to capture low angles, and the way my dark hair fell across my face when I checked the digital previews.By late afternoon, when the heavy machinery powered down and the site managers cleared the upper floor for safety inspection
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Harrison’s calloused hand was buried deep inside my fitted denim, his broad fingers parting my drenched, lace-bound folds while sixty stories of brutal coastal wind slammed against the raw steel frame around us.“Harrison…” I gasped, my head thudding back against the cold iron support beam. My hands clutched the crisp lapels of his dark suit for leverage, my knuckles white, my knees buckling as his long fingers worked a slow, agonizingly wet rhythm deep inside my core. “Someone... the construction team could come back up…”“Let them,” Harrison rumbled, his voice dark, gravelly, and laced with absolute, unyielding possession.His storm-grey eyes burned down into mine with unbridled, dangerous intensity. He didn't slow down for a second; his broad thumb pressed hard into my swollen, throbbing clitoris, applying a relentless, crushing friction that sent bolts of electric fire straight down my inner thighs and into my belly.“Every man on this floor was looking at your hips while you were
Ruined by Mr Voss Chapter 69: Framing the Dominant
The morning light streamed through the dusty, floor-to-ceiling concrete frames of the unfinished Voss Tower.Sixty stories above the city, the wind howled through the open steel superstructure. I stood near the edge in dark fitted denim, leather boots, and a high-collared knit sweater, my heavy Leica camera slung securely across my chest. This was my domain. The moment I held the lens to my eye, the high-stakes family drama and emotional wreckage melted away, replaced by sharp lines, raw light, and shadows.I brought the viewfinder to my eye, clicking rapidly as a team of construction managers reviewed blueprints near the glass perimeter.“You move differently when you work,” a deep, gravelly voice rumbled from the shadow of the concrete pillar behind me.I didn't lower the camera. I adjusted the aperture, framing the massive iron crane against the bright sky, but my pulse spiked instantly.Harrison stepped out into the natural light, surrounded by three executive aides and the chief
Ruined by Mr Voss Chapter 68: Behind Closed Doors
The heavy double doors of Harrison’s private study slammed shut, the heavy lock clicking into place with a sharp, final sound that echoed off the mahogany-paneled walls.Before I could even clear the threshold, Harrison grabbed me by the back of my waist and slammed my hips back against the massive, leather-bound executive desk in the center of the room. Papers scattered everywhere, a silver fountain pen rolling off the edge and hitting the plush rug below, but neither of us cared.“You sat there in front of my board, dripping for me while they discussed millions of dollars,” Harrison growled, his deep voice thick with unbridled lust. “Do you have any idea what it did to me, watching your eyes glaze over while my fingers were buried inside you?”“You started it, Harrison,” I panted, my hands flying to the lapels of his crisp white shirt, ripping open the top three buttons. “You forced me into that dress—”“I put you in that dress so I could get to you faster,” he interrupted, his hand
Ruined by Mr Voss Chapter 67: Dinner With the Devil: Under The Table
The grand dining room of the Voss estate was suffocating.Eight senior executives from Voss Developments sat around the massive polished mahogany table, their crystal wine glasses glinting under the dim light of the chandelier. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meats, expensive scotch, and corporate greed.I sat at the far end of the table directly across from Harrison. I wore a backless, deep-emerald dress that clung to my waist and fell past my knees, leaving my shoulders completely bare.Every time one of the male executives turned to speak to me, Harrison’s dark, storm-grey eyes locked onto them with lethal intensity. He sat at the head of the table in a crisp white shirt with his top button undone, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, sipping his bourbon with a slow, predatory grace.“The board is still concerned about the visual branding for the luxury sky-rise project, Harrison,” Mr. Andrew, the chief investment officer, said, gesturing with his fork. “We need a lea
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“Fuck me please” I said between gasps.His fingers were still buried deep inside me, curling relentlessly against that spot that made my vision blur, His storm-gray eyes locked onto mine, daring me to say it out loud.I was trembling on the edge, my hand still wrapped around his thick, pulsing cock
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My heart slammed against my ribs, I should speak, back out or even explain that I was the bride’s daughter, that I was lost, broken, and…, but Mark’s cruel words echoed in my head.This stranger looked at me like he already wanted to devour me, and for the first time since I walked into that nightm
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My heels clicked softly against the hallway floor as I balanced the cake box in one hand and a chilled bottle of champagne in the other. Tonight was supposed to be perfect, it was my three-year anniversary with Mark. I had spent the entire afternoon at the salon, gotten my nails done in the deep cri
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My heart stopped. Harrison, my stepfather, was still buried deep inside me. His cock was twitching with the last pulses of his release as warm water cascaded over our joined bodies, and the applause from downstairs swelled like thunder in my ears. My mother’s voice, bright and proud, echoed through
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