All Chapters of Yes, Uncle; Ruin Me.: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 91. Nova’s POV.“Choose a safe word,” Zaydeen said, moving the vibrator close to my pussy.My hands and legs were still hung in the air, and my pussy was dripping, anticipating whatever pleasure this could give me.“A safe word?” I asked with arched brows, clearly too confused. I have never heard of a safe word before.Zaydeen’s lips twitched in realization. “A safe word is one you use when the pain or pleasure becomes too much. All you have to do is say the word, and I will stop.”“End…” I said without much consideration, and he nodded his head.“Before now, I would normally not ask for a pleasure word. But I want you to give me a pleasure word, like one you could use when you want more.”“Harder…” I said again without a thought, and Zaydeen’s lips twitched.My heart fluttered, and I made to speak, but before I could even attempt it, Zaydeen brought the vibrator closer, pressing it against my pussy.Every word I had in my throat died, and my back arched off the bed.“Daddy!!

Chapter 93.Nova’s Pov.TRIGGER WARNING!ABUSIVE SEX. ⚠️Zaydeen settled between my trembling, parted thighs, holding the back of my neck with his left hand while the right one held his long, thick, hungry cock at the base.Slowly, with his eyes fixed on mine, he moved his cock to the entrance of my pussy, brushing the cap up and down the slope of my very wet pussy lips.“Ummmmmm…” A moan escaped my parted lips, my body trembling from the sweet sensation of his cap against my cunt.“You are so fucking sweet…” Zaydeen groaned, throwing his head backward while his jaw tightened.Oh! How I love to see him this way! How I love to fucking see him this way. Hard, rocky, and needy for me.His head rolled forward, and his gaze dropped on mine again.“Your pussy is fluttering,” he said in a firm, thick, horny tone.“Yes. Yes, daddy. My pussy is fluttering in anticipation of your massive cock.”Zaydeen’s lips twitched, but without a word, he pressed the cap of his cock to the entrance of my pus

Chapter 95. Zaydeen’s POV. Nova’s head rested gently on my chest, her breath rising and falling softly while she slept peacefully in my arms like a baby. The sight of her like this filled me with so much joy till my lips stretched into a smile. I trailed gentle circles against her arms with my finger, occasionally brushing some reckless strands of her hair behind her ear. Yesterday, I had introduced her to my wall; the darkest part of me that required my trust to let you in. Yet for Nova, it took the very day I found her again to know that I was going to bring her home, to the very place where life felt real to me. BDSM is something I had picked up at a very young age, and it had blended so well with my dominating personality. Yet last night, after that hot moment with Nova, I wanted to be at her mercy. To kneel in front of her with my hands tied to the back while she used every inch of me. It was the craziest and most stupid thought that I have ever had. Everything about the

Chapter 97. Zaydeen’s POV. It’s been three days since I showed Nova my world. Three days since the scent of her skin and the echo of her moans have become the only things playing on a loop in my mind. No matter how many multi-million-dollar files I opened, my focus was shot. All I could think of was her. I stared at the document before me, but the black ink blurred, replaced by the memory of her silhouette. Nova was a masterpiece of nature… a perfect pear shape that made my palms itch just thinking about her. She was a delicate size 8 up top, but those hips… they were a solid, tempting size 10 that curved out in a way that felt like an invitation and a challenge all at once. But it wasn’t just the body that was ruining me… it was the woman inside it. She was kind-hearted to a fault, a soft soul navigating a world that had been far too cruel to her. She deserved the world, and I was increasingly obsessed with being the one to hand it to her. A sharp knock at the door cut throug

Chapter 99. Nova’s POV. The air between us was heavy in a way that would usually make me surrender, and for a few seconds, my body began to melt. My pussy was already dripping, and my thighs were twitching with a familiar, aching need. I wanted to give in. I wanted to let him ruin me right there against the cold metal of his car, to let him lift my legs up, touch my pussy, and make me moan like I was his again. Because perhaps, just perhaps, that would help me realise that there was something between us. But with every punishing kiss, the sharp and cold reality seeped into my body. We can’t happen. Me and him can never happen. Not just because it was wrong, but because every time he touched me, I was just digging a deeper hole for my own heart. I was just letting myself slip into something that would never be. I had to end this before there was nothing left of me to save. Without giving it a thought, I bit down gently on his lower lip… not enough to draw blood, but enough to st