Todos los capítulos de His Ruin, Hers To Steal: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 7

~Morgan POV~"You don't s—" I laughed out loud, the sound bursting from me before I could stop it.Damien's joke had been so unexpected, so perfectly timed, that I couldn't hold it in. My hand flew to my mouth, but the damage was done."Shhhhh!"The sharp hiss came from across the aisle. The older woman from earlier was now glaring daggers in our direction as her finger pressed to her lips like we were kids.I bit my lip, trying to swallow the rest of my laughter. However, Damien didn't even try to look sorry.He turned toward the old woman and winked. Her eyes went wide. Then they narrowed into slits. Her face flushed red, going from pale to tomato in seconds. She looked like she might spontaneously combust right there in her seat."It seems granny wants us to behave," Damien murmured, his voice low enough that only I could hear. The amusement in his tone made my stomach flip.I pressed my hand harder against my mouth, another laugh threatening to escape."You're terrible," I whisper

Morgan POV Matured Audience The world had narrowed to the space between his sheets, to the scent of his skin and the crushing weight of a need so profound I felt like dying.I was on all fours, my body bowed and trembling. The air was cold on my heated skin, but the fire he stoked within me was an inferno.He brought his palm to my skin for the nth time. I had lost count with all pleasure clouding my mind. "Ahhhhh...!" The sound tore from my lips. The sting had my body begging for me as I pushed back against the digits in me. He had his fingers buried. They were long and thick pressing against my core, delving into the wet, aching heat of me. It was too much. We'd been like this for the past hour. Him using my body like an instrument tuned solely to his touch, and I gracefully accepting each chord he pulled in me. “Damien, too much…” I pleaded, tears pouring my eyes. I couldn't count how long I'd been begging. I wanted the release he was so desperately prevented me from having.

Morgan POVI found myself shutting the hairdryer, and put the phone closer to my ear. “Hey, hey. Kathy calm down. What happened? Tell me everything.” I cooed. "Okay," she said, slower now but still frantic. "Okay. So a company sent an email. A really big company. Saying they wanted to book you for a campaign. And I was looking at the contract and somehow…I don't even know how it happened…but I accidentally hit accept and now it's confirmed and they've already sent the welcome packet and—""Kathy." I kept my voice calm even though confusion was starting to turn into concern. "Just tell me what company it is. We can figure this out.""Sterling and Vale Corporation."The name meant nothing to me. I frowned."Who?""They're this massive international corporation. Morgan, they're huge. Like, they work with every major brand you can think of. Fashion. Cosmetics. Luxury goods. They coordinate campaigns across dozens of companies.""Okay..." I still didn't understand why she sounded so pani