Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruin Me : Sinful Shots compilation : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

“Well, I feel welcome.” He teased.“What would you like?” I said, and my voice threatened to crack. I had never had someone say something so teasing. It seemed to drip with lust, but I tried to remind myself that it wasn’t possible. No man would look at me like that. Not a man like him.“A tall, dark espresso.” He said, and it seemed like the only drink that would fit a man like this. I went to start it.“Anything else?” I asked. My voice was stronger when I wasn’t looking him directly in the eyes. “Anything sweet? We have the best muffins in town, but the pastries are better. Oh jeez. The blackberry Danish is to die for.” I said, but I knew I was gushing. I had to turn back to face him, and his eyes seemed intense.“You don’t have any sweets that would fit my appetite.” He said with a small wink, and I felt my cheeks heating up as his eyes slid down my body in a teasing, almost taunting manner.“No?” I squeaked out, and he chuckled. It was a deep, rich sound. I remember thinking he m

“Yes, Sir.” I said, and my voice cracked more than I would have liked. He let me up, gently helping me stand as he crossed over to the table to give me the food. Chicken and broccoli. Fried rice. Vegetable not pork. A shrimp egg roll. It was my favorite. I had a feeling that wasn’t a coincidence. My heart sunk. How long were you watching me? I thought without daring to voice the question.☆☆☆☆☆Damon Pov:::I knew in those first weeks she would see me as a demon, and I felt like one. What she caught onto quicker than some of the rest was that I liked being the demon. That first night, I could tell she caught on quickly. The way she had squirmed against me was something I relished. I ached to plunge deep inside of her, teaching her the pleasures that only a woman could feel. I knew she wasn’t a virgin, but when I had researched, I knew it was unlikely she had many partners at all.By the way she had looked at me the first time she saw me, I knew that they had been boys. Not men. They w

I ached for her now. My cock strained at my pants, begging for me to wrap my fingers in her hair and force her pouty lips to the head before feeling her tongue slide down my length as I forced her to swallow every last inch. I groaned, trying to chase the thoughts away. I didn’t want to see Alice just yet. The dinner I had made would take another thirty minutes, and it was the longest thirty minutes I experienced in quite some time.Alice jumped when I walked in the room. For the past two days, I had been sliding food in and locking the door. I didn’t even enter the room, but now she looked at me, waiting to see if I’d either chain her back to the bed or if perhaps I’d walk her to the shower. She gave me an odd look when I sat the lasagna down, smiling at her. There were two plates, as if we were having dinner together on a date.“Eat. You must be hungry. I made this myself.” I said, as she approached with an odd look. It was as if she didn’t trust what I had to offer. I couldn’t help

I cleaned him off of me, and the smell of sex washed from my skin. He had brought me lilac shampoo and conditioner. The scent washed over me, and he didn’t say anything about it being in here before I stepped in. I didn’t say thank you, but I knew he saw the small smile when I saw it. He saw everything I did in here, and that’s why I took my time soaping up my body. My fingers massaged my breasts tenderly, and I looked around to see if there was any camera I could see. Of course, he was better than that. I could tell nothing.My fingers trailed down my body smoothly after I played with my nipples, tweaking and tugging in just the right way. My mouth fell into a soft ‘oh’, making me moan. I let my head fall back, as my hand glided down between my pussy lips. My finger softly, slowly ran around my clit before I played with it, eyes wide and bucking my hips softly. I slid my fingers down lower between my slit, starting to push two fingers into myself, pretending it was him fucking me ag

It was like that every time he looked at me. He’d utter some false compliment, some empty line of praise. Yet he was aware I knew he was full of bullshit. It became a game. How many times could he get me to roll my eyes?“You look like you belong running on the Swiss Alps,” he told me one day when I wore my hair in braids, wrapped around the crown of my head.Another day I wore a red dress to go out to dinner with friends. He kept pulling on the hem as I ran around, getting ready.“If you go out in that, every man is going to try and tackle you down.”“What are you talking about?” I asked, distracted as I slipped my feet into some black heels.He blocked my way to the front door and gave me a long look that made my toes curl. “You look like a naughty schoolgirl personified. You’re every sick man’s daydream come to life and out at night.”I swallowed and stepped back from him. He lifted his eyebrows, like “see?”, and disappeared upstairs.I changed my dress after that.And then wheneve