Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruin Me Step Daddy: Forbidden Cravings : Kabanata 221 - Kabanata 230

It started with a photograph. Maya found it by accident on Sunday morning while Cass was in the shower. She had been looking for a clean T-shirt in the bottom drawer of his dresser and instead pulled out a thin envelope she didn’t recognize. Inside was a single printed photo—creased at the edges, the colors slightly faded. Them. Two years and three months ago, on the balcony of the old apartment. She was laughing at something, head tipped back, his arm around her waist from behind. His face was buried in the side of her neck. She remembered the exact second the timer had gone off. She remembered thinking, even then, that the picture looked like a lie they were both still trying to believe. She was still staring at it when the water shut off. Cass walked into the bedroom with a towel around his hips, hair wet, and stopped dead when he saw what she was holding. The silence that filled the room was immediate and toxic. Maya looked up. “You kept this.” His expression shuttered. “

Maya woke before the alarm, the way she used to when something in her body already knew the day would cost her. Cass was still asleep, one arm thrown across her stomach, face turned into the pillow. In the gray early light he looked younger. The hard lines around his mouth had softened. She watched him breathe for a while and felt the old familiar fear slide under her ribs like a knife that had learned the exact angle. She had said she was still his. In a restaurant. Against a window. While he was buried inside her. This morning the words sat differently. Heavier. More permanent. She slipped out from under his arm and went to the kitchen barefoot. The coffee maker gurgled. She stood at the counter in one of his shirts and watched the dark liquid fill the pot, trying to decide whether honesty was bravery or just another way to hand him the power to wreck her. Cass appeared in the doorway when the second cup was pouring. Hair messy. Sweatpants low on his hips. He walked up behind h

Morning light moved across the bed in slow gold bars. Maya woke to the feel of Cass already inside her. Not thrusting. Just there—deep, thick, filling her completely while she was still half-asleep. His chest pressed to her back, one arm under her head, the other draped over her waist so his hand could rest between her breasts. His mouth brushed the nape of her neck in lazy, open kisses. When she stirred he made a low sound of approval and rolled his hips once, a slow grind that made her breath catch. “Morning,” he murmured against her skin. She didn’t answer with words. She pushed back against him instead, taking him deeper. Cass exhaled hard and began to move in earnest—unhurried, rolling strokes that kept him buried to the hilt on every pass. The angle from behind made everything feel fuller. His hand slid down her stomach and settled between her legs, two fingers framing the place where he stretched her open, feeling himself move in and out of her. They stayed like that for a

Aurora Vale’s fingers trembled slightly as she clutched the strap of her sleek black portfolio bag, the elevator’s soft hum doing nothing to calm the storm raging inside her. At twenty-two, she had spent the last four years chasing this exact moment—landing a competitive internship at one of the most prestigious publishing houses in the city. Voss Publishing wasn’t just a job; it was the gateway to her dreams of becoming an editor who could shape stories that mattered. But as the sleek metal doors whispered open onto the executive floor, all those carefully rehearsed professional smiles and firm handshakes evaporated. The air up here was thicker, heavier. It carried notes of rich, aged leather from the furniture, crisp paper from endless manuscripts, and an underlying current of something darker—spiced cologne, authority, and raw masculine energy that made her skin prickle with awareness. Her black pencil skirt suddenly felt too constricting around her full hips, the silk blouse too

The next morning, Rory arrived at Voss Publishing with dark circles under her eyes and a secret throbbing between her legs that no amount of coffee could dull. She had barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, Dominic’s rough voice echoed—“how tight that pretty little pussy would feel”—and her body responded like the traitor it was. She’d come twice more in the shower that morning, fingers frantic, whispering his name like a filthy prayer. It wasn’t enough. Nothing would be enough until it was *him*. The executive floor buzzed with quiet efficiency, but the moment she stepped into the conference room for the formal internship paperwork, the energy shifted. Dominic was already there, seated at the head of the long table like a king on his throne. He looked devastating in a fresh navy suit that hugged his broad shoulders and powerful thighs. His hair was perfectly styled, but the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw told her he might not have slept much either. “Miss Vale,” he g