All Chapters of His Ruin, Hers To Steal: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~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

Morgan POV"I—I—"I stammered as my body shook with uncontrollable shock. "I asked you a question." His voice rose again. "Who are you and what are you doing in my meeting?"I finally blinked. Once. Twice. Trying to make my brain work."I'm sorry," the words tumbled out. "Wrong room. I got the wrong room. I'm so sorry."I didn't wait for a response.I turned and ran.Not walked. Ran.Down the hallway like something was chasing me. Past the frosted glass offices. Through the door. Into the reception area that was suddenly too small and too bright.The elevator. I needed the elevator.I jabbed the button repeatedly. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hit it.Come on. Come on. Come on.The doors finally opened and I threw myself inside. Pressed the button for the lobby. Pressed it again and again until the doors closed.No. No. No.This couldn't be happening.Sterling and Vale was Cross Enterprises. Damien's company. How could it be? The man whose children were back at the a

Damien POV "Damn! Who's the hot chick?" I turned to find Marcus leaning against the wall, watching Morgan disappear with a predatory look because to him she's just another new toy. "None of your business," I said flatly. "Come on, D." Marcus pushed off the wall, that shit-eating grin spreading across his face. "You can't just parade a woman like that through the building and expect me not to notice. She's fucking gorgeous. Those eyes? That body? Please tell me she's single." "She's the model for the new project launch." I headed back toward my office. Away from the elevators, far from the lingering scent of her perfume that was doing things to my head. "Which means she's off-limits to you." "Off-limits?" Marcus followed me, laughing. "Since when do you care who I hook up with?" "Since I'm paying her a million dollars to represent this company." I stopped at my office door. Turned to face him. "And I'm not about to let you fuck that up because you can't keep it in your pants fo