Yours To Ruin, Daddy (18+)

Yours To Ruin, Daddy (18+) 18+ required to read. Chapter 01 Gina's POV A pleasurable sigh leaked softly out of my lips, his gaze trapping me cold under his fervent dominance. Our skin dampened with passion, rubbing on each other while his face nestled at my neck to feather soft wet kisses over the layer of my skin. I thrusted myself forward, a slave to his touches as it peaked all over my body, burning hot and cold in a blurred parallel. I wanted more of him, craved him all over, I desire him more than I should. It was too much, I needed him every day, missed him every second, and he was the shadow that plagued my thought every minutes. My soul yearned for every inch of him. He owned my thoughts, operated deep inside my mind, the numb in my head. He meant something words cannot quite convey. My core clenched, yearning for his carnal grasp as his finger trailed softly on my skin. "Gina, you're not eating your food!" A voice jerked into the silence. It was my father's, abru

Chapter 3 Gina>>>>>> The next morning came quicker than I wanted it to, and by the time I arrived downstairs for breakfast. I was met with the heavy absence of my father and rather the sinful sight of the man I very much would've preferred absent. Ironic isn't it? The man I've always love to see is suddenly the man I wish to see least. Courtesy of my recent feat of course. The memory is etched deep into my head, on a constant replay. How he walked in on me climaxing and commending what a good fucker he is, and he just had to ask how many times he's fucked me to heaven in my dreams. Like why? Couldn't he have just pretended that he didn't hear that or saw what he saw? Now I'm haunted, and so far I still wish earth would suddenly open up and accept me as a guest till further notice. The silence between us was deafening, and the tension thicker than those arm muscles of his. One would think he's a marine cop, or a gym enthusiast, but he's neither yet rocked a perfect physique.

Chapter 5 Gina>>>>>The only way today could fix itself from the jinx my father started it with was if the day could play out exactly like it did in my dream. So I picked a gown like I wore in my dream; in hopes of manifesting the dream. The dress was similar to what I had on inside the dream, and I decided to skip the use of underwear just in-case. I arrived downstairs. Contrary to how it was in my dream, there was no Frank in sight or at the dining table- but, the table was set. I was still peeping around when I felt a presence came up from behind me. I walked a few meters away from the stairs before I turned around to see him halted. He wouldn’t finish descending the stairs. He leaned into the wall with his arm folded over his chest as he pinned a lowered gaze on me. “Good morning,” he whispered out in his throaty voice. I cut gaze with him. For some reason it felt too much to look him in the eyes. “Morning,” I too responded in a whisper like tone. “So you’re back to talkin

Chapter 7 The doorbell had to ring once more for me to drag my feet over to attend to whoever was slamming into the icon. My palm circled around the knob about to pull it open when I halted to drag in a very deep and long breath. I'm about to hate my life. I pulled the door open to the handsome face of my boyfriend. I don't know what his plan was, but he was dressed a little out of place. Why was he in a suit and tie? Is there a function or he just wanted to be extra? "You came." There was no point acting surprised after I've already been told about his decision to show up unannounced. "You don't look so surprised or happy to see me?" His countenance changed as he stared at me with confusion. "Why are you in a suit?" I decided to switch the subject. "I thought I'd appear responsible. This is my first time meeting your dad, and I want to leave a unique impression." He smirked, throwing his shoulder up and around. "Dad isn't-" "Who is that, Little bird?" Leo

Chapter 9Leon knocked twice on my door. I guess it was time to leave and for me to come out of the room I've purposely locked myself in ever since I went through with my decision with Jake. I'd spent the better part of my day cupped in bed. Wallowing in guilt and shame. An unfit judgment for what I did to Jake because he doesn't deserve it. He genuinely loves and cared for me, and breaking his heart was how I chose to pay him back. I still remember his incessant pleas, he actually shed tears for me to open the door and talk to him. The only closure I gave to him were the words I said to him later after he wouldn't leave my door and has decided to break it down. "Forget about me, Jake. I promise you I'm not worth it, just leave me alone and go live your life. Don't break down my door, it won't fix what I've chosen to break between us. I no longer love you, it's time for you to move on." He broke into tears right after he heard that, begging me to open the door and repeat what I s