Semua Bab Ruin Me, Master.: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Chapter 61. “Fuckk!!!” Jerald’s groaned, his muscles clenching from the way her pussy gripped him.Tight. Wet. Hot. Like she was made to take him.His hips pressed deeper, slower, filling her completely—thick and pulsing inside her.God! She was so fucking sweet. So fucking perfect beneath him, taking his cock! Moaning for him like the dirty little slut that she is. His perfect dirty little slut. His hand moved, sliding from her thighs to her face.His hands cupped her cheeks in his palms and he leaned in—eyes locked on hers, lips parted. His forehead hovered some inches away from hers. Their breaths hot and heavy between them.“Fuck,” he whispered. “This pussy… feels like sin.”“Unmmm…” Jasmine moaned softly, her thighs trembling around his waist. His voice sent sensations rustling own her skin. “Ahh—Master… fuck!”“You’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned, rolling his hips into her with slow, deep strokes. “You feel that?”Her head fell into slow helpless nods, lips quivering.

Chapter 63. Jasmine stirred against the silk sheets, her body gently curling into the warmth he had left behind. The scent of him still clung to the pillows—clean, masculine, addictive—but the bed was empty. Her eyes fluttered open, lashes heavy from sleep, only to meet the hollow side where he had once been. Cold.A slow ache unfurled in her chest.She blinked, as if trying to clear a fog. Maybe he had stepped out for a moment. Maybe he was in the shower, or by the window, waiting to see her eyes open. But the silence told a different story. The silence was too still. Too different from the previous one. And something about the moment sent her heart racing rapidly. Then came the soft knock, followed by the creak of the door.A maid stepped in, bowing low. “My lady.”Jasmine pushed herself upright, the sheets falling from her bare shoulders. Her voice, when it came, was a fragile thread. She glared at the unfamiliar woman in her mid-forties. “Where is Jerald?”The lady flinched—just

Chapter 65. The moment Jerald walked in, Jasmine turned to face the other side of the bed.Her heart swelled in her chest, pain lodging deep—so deep it felt like a bruise pressed too hard, too long, in the same tender spot.“Cupcake,” Jerald called softly, climbing into the bed.The moment his palm touched her arm, her breath hitched, and her skin prickled from the sensation of his hand—hot, grounding, but now… unbearable.“Did you kill him?” The edge of her voice cracked, fear scorching her chest and clinging to her lungs like smoke.His brows tugged, knitting in confusion.“I didn’t…” he replied, still confused as to why she cared. Why it mattered. Why that man held any weight in her eyes at all.Jasmine let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Shallow. Low. Ragged like broken air.Silence settled into the room, draping the space like a thick fog. A heavy one. Their hearts thundered in their chests, out of sync, loud and panicked. Two hearts speaking in different tongu

Chapter 67. The ride back to the mansion was quiet.Jasmine sat beside Jerald, but it felt like they were on two different sides of the world. He didn’t speak to her, didn’t even glance her way. His eyes stayed fixed on the road ahead, face cold and unreadable. The car was moving smoothly, with three more cars ahead of them and two behind, but all Jasmine could feel was the thick silence sitting between them.She didn’t try to speak either. She didn’t ask questions. She didn’t reach for his hand. Not this time. She had learned to respect silence—even when it burned.Her fingers stayed curled around the handle of her small box, the one the maid had packed earlier. Her chest was heavy, but her face gave nothing away. She just looked out the window, like she wasn’t breaking inside.When the car finally pulled into the mansion gates and came to a stop, Jerald stepped out first. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t wait for her.Jasmine followed. Slowly. Her heels tapped softly against the flo

Chapter 69. Jerald folded his arms slowly across his bare chest. His eyes didn’t move from hers—not even for a second.“What are you looking for?”His voice was low. Controlled. But it carried weight. Dangerous weight.Jasmine’s lips parted. She stammered. “I… I wasn’t—I didn’t mean—”Her words trailed off because in one swift move, he was in front of her.His hand wrapped around her neck and she gasped as he slammed her back into the wall.Her body jolted, the back of her head hitting lightly against the hard surface. Her breath caught in her throat, eyes wide as she stared into his, nails digging into her neck in both anger and domination. “Who told you,” he growled, “you could go through my things?”His voice wasn’t raised, but it thundered through her chest like a warning. It was the calm before the storm. The kind that swallowed everything.Her eyes watered instantly, throat tightening beneath his grip. But her gaze didn’t drop.She looked right at him.Even through the panic,