Semua Bab Ruin Me, Master.: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Chapter 102.Jasmine’s heart thumped loudly against her chest, the words echoing against her ear.Bomb.In the house?Her body staggered backward and she slumped to the floor, her ass hitting hard on the floor.The smile on Aunt Beatrice’s face widened, her lips stretching from both pain and excitement.“You underestimated the power of a hungry woman… Jasmine. Even if I don’t get that wealth, you won’t get it either.”Her laugh echoed loudly across the room, the evil in her eyes glistening.Jerald’s hands wrapped firmly around Jasmine’s body, his posture exceptionally calm.“There… there is a bomb in the house,” Jasmine said to Jerald, her lips trembling from both exhaustion and fear, but Jerald didn’t react briskly. He didn’t act scared. He didn’t cower.He didn’t flicker or move, and that… that drained all the smiles Aunt Beatrice had left on her face.She didn’t need to hear it from anyone, she didn’t need him to point it out. Something was off.“Why are you unbothered?” she asked

Chapter 104.Jerald glared at Jasmine for longer than a few seconds after she asked that question. His eyes burned into hers, sharp yet unreadable, making her chest tighten with uncertainty. Then slowly, he lifted his hand, cupping her cheeks into his palm, and gave a firm nod.Her breath caught. Excitement filled her from within, but she was unable to express it. The feelings were too strong, too heavy, too new for her to even put into words.Their eyes lingered against each other, hearts fluttering in a rhythm that matched. Neither looked away, neither blinked. The air between them grew heavier, warmer, until it was almost unbearable.Then slowly, Jerald leaned in, closing the gap between them, pulling her into a kiss.Jasmine’s body stilled for a few seconds, her mind blank, her chest pounding so loud she could almost hear it echo. But the warmth of his lips on hers melted her resistance. She gave in, surrendering to him.His lips pressed firmly against hers, yet soft. They moved w

Chapter 106.Steam coiled lazily in the air, clinging to Jasmine’s damp skin as her body sagged against Jerald’s chest, still trembling from the storm he had just coaxed out of her. Her heartbeat raced, wild and uneven, and she could barely catch her breath. Every nerve felt raw, every inch of her body awake in ways she didn’t know possible.Jerald shifted, and she let out a faint whimper as his strong arms lifted her again. He moved with ease, lowering her carefully into the warm bath, setting her down as though she were made of glass. The water curled up around her waist, hugging her tired body, but his eyes—dark and burning—never left hers.Her lips parted, but no words came. She couldn’t look away. His gaze alone held her pinned, stripped her bare far more than his hands ever could.Then slowly, deliberately, he sank lower.Her breath hitched, chest rising and falling faster as his lips brushed her stomach—soft, wet kisses trailing down her skin. Each touch lingered, sparking heat

Chapter 108.The thick head of Jerald’s cock pressed harder against Jasmine's soaked entrance, pushing against her swollen folds until her breath broke.“Jerald…” Jasmine whispered, voice shaky, eyes wide, her whole body trembling under him like it was her first time taking his cock but of course, it wasn't.It had just been a week since she last knew what his cock felt like. A week of pain and agony. His cock slide deeper into her pussy and a rough strangled moan slipped past his lips, gaze pinning her, dark and burning with more than enough desire to claim all of her over and over again. Jerald’s lips brushed hers as he pushed slowly, stretching her pussy open and sliding inch by inch into her heat.The pleasure of her pussy wrapped around his cock, eyes rolling back for only a second. “God, cupcake…” Jerald groaned low, his jaw tight, his breath ragged against her mouth. “So tight… so hot… taking me so well.”Jasmine’s body arched, nails digging into his shoulders as he sank dee

Chapter 110.Jerald carried Jasmine out of the bathroom in his arms, holding her the way a groom would hold his bride. Her damp hair clung to her cheek, her breaths soft and uneven against his chest. He kept his grip firm, steady, like he was afraid she might break if he let go even for a second. The house was quiet...and too quiet... but he did not allow that silence to touch her.He pushed the bedroom door open slowly and walked inside. The lights were dim, warm, and almost soft enough to hide the heaviness sitting on Jasmine's heart. He lowered her onto the bed gently, like placing something fragile on silk, and then he sat beside her, brushing her hair away from her face.She did not say a word. She only stared at the ceiling, eyes open but unfocused, the pain of this reality moving through her like cold wind. Yes. She knew. She had just moaned his name and enjoyed sex to the fullest, but… reality has dawned on her again, and now… she couldn't help but resent herself. Maybe she sh