Todos os capítulos de Ruin Me, Master.: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Chapter 21.Jasmine stared at the lady, their eyes never leaving each other.If there was one thing Jasmine was certain about, it was that the lady standing here was a hater—and she, Jasmine, had all the confidence in the world to respond however she deemed fit.The lady in yellow, Anna Smith—Jerald’s previous submissive—stood at an average height, her hair falling down her back in a loose curl.She took a step closer to Jasmine, lips twitching into a smile—a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. From the inside, she was boiling. Just staring at Jasmine’s appearance made it damn hard to control the raging storm within her.Jasmine was perfect. Too perfect. Even more than she had imagined. She had a very slim waist that gave way for her curves to shine. It was the kind of shape Anna had always wanted. The kind she’d once starved herself to achieve, but never quite reached.“Is there a reason your eyes are hovering around my body like you need me?”“Need you?” Anna Smith asked, her voice br

Chapter 23. Jasmine’s body trembled.Her hands gripped the wall behind her, her back arching involuntarily. Her mouth parted in a silent moan, breath caught between shock and yearning. The wet flick of his tongue against her skin set her on fire.Jerald groaned into her chest, lips tugging her nipple deeper, as if tasting everything she wasn’t saying. He sucked gently, then harder—and her knees buckled.If his arms hadn’t been around her waist, she would’ve collapsed.“Jerald…” she whispered, breath shaky.He didn’t reply. His mouth answered her instead, his teeth grazing her swollen skin before his lips wrapped around it again, slow and claiming.Her fingers found his hair and tugged, not to push him away—but to keep him there.She bit back a moan, but it broke free, a trembling, needy sound that echoed against the wall.“Mmmph… Jerald, please…” she tried to hush herself, but he only sucked harder, tugging at the nipple with his teeth just enough to sting deliciously.Jasmine quiver

Chapter 25.Jasmine stood at the front of her parents’ grave, heart swelling in pain.She held the bouquet of tulips to herself, trying to force out a smile.Today was her father, mother, and brother’s death anniversary.The memories of that one day that changed her life washed over her.They had sat on the chairs that surrounded the round table, cheeks stretching into wide, beautiful smiles.While her father sang them songs, her mother walked into the dining room with a plate of food—her happiness shining upon every meal.The room had been filled with laughter, the kind that made the heart forget sorrow. That evening had felt like a painting—soft, warm, perfect. Until it wasn’t.They were halfway—just halfway—into their food when the gunshots began to erupt outside. Quickly. Her mother and father had stepped out, checked the window, and asked them to stay still.Then, all of a sudden, her parents’ eyes turned red, blazing with something she had never seen in their eyes—fear.It was a

Chapter 27. Jerald stared at Jasmine who was trying to cover her boobs with her arms. His jaws locked, anger crawling up his stomach. “Get them.” He said. His voice was low, yet it dripped dangerously enough to pass the command that could not be defied. Three men moved immediately, running after them. They knew not to return if they didn't get the man. Jasmine clutched her arms tightly, body shaking softly. Then Jerald moved closer, stopping in front off her. Then he pulled his coat off, wrapping it around her body. Jasmine stilled at the act. She looked at his side profile, heart hitching against her chest. Vulnerability flickered in her eyes. She had not expected that act from him. She had not expected him to be cordial enough to do this. She had expected him to scream at her. To tell at her for being stubborn. Then unexpectedly, Jerald moved his hand below her thighs, lifting her into his arms. Jasmine froze. Her throat tightened at the unexpected act. If she had th

Chapter 29.Jerald walked into the dungeon, quiet and slow like a shadow. The air was heavy. It smelled like old blood and wet stone. The walls were cold and stained, and no matter how long they stayed silent, it felt like they were still screaming. The place was filled with something dark. A fear that crept into your bones. It wasn’t just what had happened here—it was what still lived here.The torches on the walls flickered weakly. Shadows danced across the bloodstains, moving like they were alive. Every inch of this room told a story. Stories of pain. Of people who begged and screamed. Of truth that was ripped out through flesh.And now, it was time for a new story.Chained to the wall at the end of the room, the man hung. His face was bruised, his lips cracked, and one eye swollen shut. His chest rose and fell slowly. He was weak, but not dead. Not yet.But when Jerald stepped in, the man’s head jerked up. His eyes widened.Fear.It hit him fast. Not fear of pain—fear of Jerald.J