Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruin Me, Master.: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Chapter 11.“Fuck! Urghhh!! Take it! Fucking take it!”“Look at you… helpless…. Needy. Taking my cock like master’s little slut.”Each word dripped with dark control, igniting a fire deep within.“Yes!! Take it! All of it!”“You look pretty like this…”The cruel compliment echoed in the heavy air. “Fuck! Urghhh!!! Open your mouth!!!”A sharp command that demanded obedience without question.“Swallow it!” the urgency in the voice tightened around her throat, sending a flicker of sensation across her already wet pussy. “Fuck!” Jasmine cursed, slamming the file on her hand to the table.The sharp sound punctuated the tense silence of the office.She got on her feet, her palm pressing against her forehead like she could wash both his voice and the thoughts away by just pressing her forehead.Her breath came in sharp and uneven as she paced around her office.The slow, restless steps were a desperate attempt to calm the storm inside. The pleasure that was coiling across every breath and

Chapter 13. Jasmine’s lips twitched, her skin prickling from the warmth of his breath. Her cheeks hallowed a soft breathless moan escaping her lips as he drew the flog across her stomach.Her muscles tightened, heat burning against the layers of her skin. Jerald’s lips curled into a low grin, he dragged the flogger up, watching her body twitch at the sensation, in one fluid movement he raised the flogger, smacking it across her C-cup boobs. Jasmine arched. “Goodness…” she gasped, the word tearing past her lips, raw and startled.Her body jerked, back arching instinctively. She had not expected it to be this fun. In her wildest dream, getting flogged had never crossed her head, let alone, desiring more of it. Her pussy burned from the sensation and her lips parted as the flogger moved across her body sending a tickling wave across her spine. Jerald lips curled low, a dangerous smirk wrapping around the right corner of his lips. How he loved her reaction to this. He lean in gentl

Chapter 15.Jerald held the vibrator closer to his nose, taking a deep sniff from it.His eyes slipped closed, breath hitching as he took in the scent of her.Goodness! He knew he shouldn’t be doing any of this, but God! He couldn't help it! He couldn’t help the tempting sight of her soaked panties.His cock jerked as her scent curled, wrapping around his nostrils. It had taken him all his freaking damn restraint not to spread her legs wide and feast greedily on her juice. An image played in his mind. A very swift image of what her pussy looked like. Pretty, perfect. Tight. And pink. The imagination lingered and he felt it. The sudden rise of his cock against his pant. He looked down at the bulge that had already formed up between his thighs. If thinking about her could make him hard like this, then what would happen when he finally fit himself into her? A sharp knock came on the door, shattering Jerald’s trance. Immediately, his lashes fluttered and he blinked, jolting back to rea

Chapter 17. Jasmine’s heart made a gentle skip and instantly, she knew it was him.Of course, no one had the right to ask her that question, and no one also had the voice to make her heart leap as he did.With a gently eye-roll, she made a turn to face him, hands crossing against her chest.Her breath hitched gently at the sight of him. Claded in a black pant and a black top that hugged his bicep, and a muscled frame, he was everything perfection didn't spell out correctly. Jasmine swallowed hard, her gaze slowly sweeping down his body. Her fingers twitched, itching gently to move against the hardness of his chest.She let in a deep swallow, gaze softening slightly.Jerald’s eyes lingered on hers, the weight of her gaze pressing deeply on him. He could see it in her eyes, the hunger, the lust, the thirst. The way it was slowly building up in her eyes.And he felt it too—his breath deepening with every second she looked at him that way. A quiet storm brewing between them.Jerald took

Chapter 19.Jasmine sat on the bed, anger boiling within her blood.“Bastard!” She cursed, kicking her fit in the air.Her breath came in shallow huffs, her chest rising and falling with a wild rhythm that had nothing to do with exhaustion. It was fury. Fury and the stubborn ache that still throbbed between her thighs like a low, haunting memory. Nothing would have prepared her for the way her body reacted so naturally to him. Even after running a cool bath to decipher every burn and desire stirring up in her body, she still couldn’t get herself to move past the desire and the hunger that was now etched on her skin.She pulled the robe tighter against her chest, sitting at the edge of the bed, her mind running in dizzying loops. Her skin still tingled where he touched. Her pulse still fluttered every time she thought of his voice in her ear, the warmth of his fingers, the way he pulled back just when she was at the edge of surrender.“Asshole,” she muttered again, fists balling up in