All Chapters of Ruin Me, Husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elena“l do.” Those two words which are supposed to make every woman feel the happiest for uniting with their soulmates, left my mouth simply with no emotions.And just like that, I signed my soul away to the devil who might be planning to feast on it every day, every night until his hunger is satisfied.Dominic Moretti stood in front of me with his tall height which was carrying raw terrifying power. His eyes were cold and pitch black like the darkness I feared all my life. They stared straight through my soul with no flicker of warmth and no hint of mercy. A chill spread across my spine thinking about the future ahead of me but I didn’t flinch.Fear? No, I wasn’t born with something petty like this.To the world, I’m just the delicate daughter of a disgraced businessman, an innocent woman raised to smile, nod and obey. They have no idea who I really am but soon, he will.Because I, Elena D’Souza, may have been forced to marry the devil but I plan to drag him straight to hell with me

ElenaI couldn’t move nor could I breathe.Dominic stood there like a punishment sculpted by sin, shirtless and godlike. The low waistband of his pants which was teasing me with his V line looked like it was carved in stone. His chest was glistening faintly in the warm glow of the lamp, making him appear so ravishing. His upper body was hard, veiny and well defined, just like the kind that turns women into sinners.And right now, I was dangerously close to sinning.All logic evaporated. My plan to disgust him, to manipulate this marriage into an early grave, crumbled the moment he had begun unbuttoning his shirt. I was supposed to be in control, only me. I was the one trying to seduce him into disgust, but now? Now, I was sitting on the bed with my thighs tightly pressed together, praying he wouldn’t see how wet I was! How desperate I was!No, Elena. Focus. He is flipping the script. He is using your tactics against you. This is psychological warfare, forced proximity designed to shak

ElenaMy brain got completely fucked up because of Dominic. His words, his smirk and his maddening presence clouded my thoughts completely. Ever since the moment at the breakfast table, all I could think about was him and the filthy words he had whispered in my ear. My panties had been damp since the moment he had walked away from the table.And now, here I was, inside an insanely expensive boutique, pretending to enjoy a shopping trip with Chiara and her little arrogant designer label obsessed minions. I was supposed to be focused on choosing a dress for tomorrow's lunch with Deluccis but instead, my mind was busy imagining Dominic’s reaction to seeing me in a red body hugging dress. One that would make him so fucking aroused, he would almost lose control in front of everyone and take me on the table.My eyes were darting back and forth between a dozen crimson dresses which were elegant, sexy and sinful. It was hard to decide which one screamed "fuck me right now" the loudest. That’s

Elena"Do I look like sin itself or what?" I muttered to my reflection in the mirror, adjusting the deep V neckline of the blood red dress which was clinging to my curves like a second skin. The slit on the side stopped just beneath my panties, if not then higher. I looked like a walking sin. The kind of sin that begged to be touched, bitten, ruined. I looked perfect, if not then better.My heart was still racing from last night. Dominic, my infuriating, calculating and maddening husband had made me cum with nothing but his fingers. I started to hate myself because of loving that. I started to hate myself because I had surrendered so easily, my body betrayed me when my mind was screaming for rebellion.He hadn’t even looked back after. Just disappeared from the bedroom, leaving me shivering and soaked. He knew what he did to me. He knew I would be thinking about it all night and he was fucking right.But today was a new day.It was a new opportunity to make him regret marrying me. I

Elena“Sit.” His commanding voice made my pussy throb in anticipation and he was looking at me like a predator waiting to feast on its prey.“I’m not… doing that.” I said, trying to sound confident.His lips curled up into his signature smirk. “You will.”He was really confident. He was looking at me like every layer I had was transparent to him. “You can’t just—”“Can’t?” He tilted his head slightly. “I had told you what your punishment would be. You think I am asking for your permission?”I tried to think. I tried to remind myself of every reason I should hate him but the memory of last night’s relentless touch was still fresh.“No.”“You say no.” He murmured, his thumb brushing the edge of my lower lip, “but your body is screaming yes.”“Dominic—” My voice broke as his other hand slid around my waist, pulling me forward towards him until my knees bumped the edge of the desk.“You think you can fight me, Elena but you can't see that you are already losing.”His words were almost a w