Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Ruin, Hers To Steal: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

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

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

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

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

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