Semua Bab Ruin Me, Daddy: 50 Shades Darker Compilation : Bab 31 - Bab 40

NINAI had barely sat down when the knock came.Three sharp taps.My heart jumped. My chest tightened.I didn’t need to ask who it was. I already knew.I opened the door—and Rhea didn’t say a word.She stepped in, slammed the door behind her, and kissed me so hard I lost my balance.“Rhea—”Her hands gripped my waist. One slid down and squeezed my ass, firm and greedy. Her lips were hot, wet, hungry. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and I moaned, grabbing her shoulders to stay upright.“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she murmured, dragging her lips to my jaw, then lower. “Couldn’t stop.”My head fell back. “You shouldn’t be here.”“But you wanted me to be.”She tugged my shirt up and off like it offended her. Her eyes locked on my chest, and then she bit her bottom lip.“Fuck,” she whispered. “Take this off.”I didn’t even hesitate. My bra hit the floor two seconds later.She stared for a breathless second. Then she latched on.“Oh my—Rhea!”Her mouth was hot. Wet. Sucking my

Chapter One: Fuck You, Hot Ex Berry’s POV In the wedding photo of my ex and bestie, his arms wrap around her waist, pulling her in a delicate hug, with their lips brushing. I stare hard, breath caught in my throat. He’s hot as ever, but that smile… He isn't happy, right? Not with her… “Cancel your invitation,” Lara’s voice makes me jerk. I lock my phone and act like nothing happened. She’s my second bestie, maybe closest to me than Ella, the bride to my ex, Damien Gregson. “Uhm, I’ve got my dresses and bags packed…” “Bee,” she grabs my shoulders, stopping me from leaving. “You shouldn't go. It's only going to mess with your mind.” I laugh hysterically. “Come off it, I'm fine.” I hit her hand off. I fake a smile. "I just need to shower." "Bee, please." She whispers. I look away from her judgy gaze, trying so hard not to cave in. "She's our bestie. Girl's code, remember?" "Not at your expense." She steps forward. "You don't have to come." “Why?" My voice thins out. "So

Bumpy Ride!Damien’s coarse hand lingers on my knee!My body goes rigid in a dirty suspension. Eyes poke out, knowing what’s coming… Knowing that I’m too frozen to smack him off if he slides down my bare thighs. But not right next to his bride, my bestie.Ella rants with Lara, zoning me out like I’m a tag-along.Sweat breaks out of my pores, making his hand smoothly slide down my thigh.“Hmm,” Like a devil, he arches forward, blocking their view, acting like he’s enjoying the conversation when we both know what it is. ‘Stop. Please. Stop.’ I mumble in my head and try to push his hand off without creating any drama.‘Ah!’My hand slap my mouth shut when he grabs my knee and yanks me to him, spreading my legs wide enough.He doesn’t give me the time to stop him when he slides between my sweaty thighs, lodging his hand there.My walls are cracking.Not like it was ever strong enough. Like a cock ramming through tiny pussy, he slams hard against slit, bursting my pussy.Ruining my s

“You wanna be used like a dirty fucking slut, huh?” Damien groans, each pounding step sends vibrations to my spine. His erected dick hangs out like a sharp twig.Hard.Thick. Scarred with filthy veins running down the rough skin.“Wanna taste daddy’s cock, huh?” His hand grabs a handful of my hair, twisting in a firm grip.Pain shoots through my scalp. “Fuck… Ah…” I palm my face, massaging my forehead. “I’ll show you how to be a slut, Berry.” He pulls me without a care, dragging me through my squirt that’s a dirty pool of urine and cum. “Daddy’s fucking slut.” He drags me along, using my hair as a collar.My body is burning from torture. My ass swims along the tiled floor, with the dirty puddle forming a lubricant as I easily slip along, hands reaching to hold his hand. Hands I may never touch again.Pain I’d never feel again.A different kind of bliss hits me. Loving how he’s using me like a sex doll. “Come here.” He pulls me up and slams me to the porous glass window, smac

Scarlett’s POVI'm wet… Soaked even, with slimy cum seeping through my lacy panties. Soft moans escape my throat, my body arches forward, trembling as my fingers fondle between my thighs, stroking, feeling the creamy fluid trickle.“Uh… yeah… fuck me, master…” I cry, body jerking harder by the minute. My thighs clap, slapping against my finger and bruising my clit. Fuck!I gasp, snapping out of my sex dream. Again, I fucked the masked man in my dream, with my fingers driving in and out of my pussy while he fucks me. Except this time I dared to hit orgasm multiple times. He’s one of our VIPs in the club where I work as a waitress. They are freaks with too much money and insane sexual needs. The day I bumped into his chiseled abs, with my damp skin grazing against his rumored destructive cock, was the day I became his slave. I hiss and wipe off my pussy juice with the tip of my thumb. The soft feel melts on my thumb and shimmers…‘Scarlett, what are you doing??!’ My brain scream