All Chapters of Ruin Me Step Daddy: Forbidden Cravings : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The scandal spread like wildfire. By morning, the explicit videos and photos were everywhere — campus group chats, local news sites, T*****r, TikTok. Clips of Mia in the library with Adrian’s hand around her throat. Clips of her in the café with Lucas. The headlines were merciless: “Prestigious University Professor in Student Sex Scandal,” “Athlete Blackmail Plot Explodes into Faculty Affair.” Mia’s phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Sophie had stayed up with her all night, trying to offer support, but nothing could prepare them for the mob outside the dorm. Students lined the walkways, phones raised, shouting insults and catcalls as Mia tried to make her way to the Dean’s emergency assembly. “Cumslut!” someone yelled. “Professor’s whore!” Laughter and jeers followed her. She kept her head down, tears burning in her eyes, Adrian’s last text from hours ago still glowing in her mind: *We face this together. I love you.* The main auditorium was packed. Faculty filled the stage. Students cra

Sophia Vale stepped out of the sleek black town car with her small suitcase in hand, the cool night air of the estate grounds raising goosebumps along her arms. Blackthorn Estate loomed before her like something out of a dark dream — a sprawling modern mansion of glass, stone, and shadowed luxury, surrounded by acres of perfectly manicured lawns and dense woods that made the property feel completely isolated from the rest of the world.Victor Black had interviewed her himself two days earlier. The billionaire hadn’t smiled once. At 48, he was even more imposing in person than in the rare photos she’d seen online: 6’4” of solid, disciplined muscle beneath an impeccably tailored black shirt, silver threading through his dark hair, and those piercing steel-gray eyes that seemed to strip her bare without effort. “The position is live-in,” he had told her, voice low and commanding. “Day staff departs at 8 PM sharp. After that, the house — and you — answer to me. Do you understand, Miss Val

The next evening dragged torturously slow. Sophia had followed every rule. She performed her daytime duties with Elena and the staff in a daze, her body constantly aware of the slight soreness between her thighs and the memory of Victor’s fingers. As soon as the last staff member left at 8 PM sharp, she returned to her quarters, showered, and waited exactly as instructed: completely naked, door unlocked, kneeling on the edge of the bed with her thighs spread and hands resting on her knees.Her heart hammered when she finally heard the heavy footsteps in the hallway.Victor entered without knocking. He wore a crisp black dress shirt with the top buttons undone, sleeves rolled up to reveal powerful forearms. The moment his steel-gray eyes landed on her obedient, exposed position, a low sound of approval rumbled from his chest.“Good girl,” he said, voice like dark velvet. He closed and locked the door, then slowly circled the bed, inspecting her like livestock. “Look at that pretty litt

The next day, Sophia moved through her chores in a constant haze of arousal and soreness. Every bend, every stretch pulled at the marks Victor and Damien had left on her body. Her nipples were still tender from the clamps, her ass faintly bruised, and her pussy ached in the most delicious way. She kept her eyes down whenever Victor passed through the main halls, but Damien… Damien was everywhere.He found her in the large library on the east wing late in the afternoon. Victor had left for a business call in the city and wouldn’t return for hours. Elena and the rest of the day staff were busy on the opposite side of the estate.Damien cornered her between two tall bookshelves, his athletic body pressing her back against the wood. His dark eyes gleamed with wicked hunger.“Been thinking about that greedy little mouth and cunt all day, maid,” he murmured, one hand sliding up her black uniform skirt to cup her bare pussy. She hadn’t been allowed panties since the first night. “Still leaki

The study smelled of aged leather, whiskey, and raw tension. Sophia stood barefoot in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a thin silk robe Victor had tossed at her after dragging her downstairs. Her thighs still glistened from the load he’d left inside her upstairs. She could feel it slowly leaking down her skin every time she shifted her weight.Victor sat behind his massive oak desk like a king on his throne, shirt unbuttoned, jaw tight. Damien lounged against the edge of the desk, arms crossed, that cocky smirk firmly in place even though the air between them crackled like a live wire.“You couldn’t wait five fucking minutes?” Victor’s voice was dangerously quiet. “She’s been here less than a week and you’re already sneaking around my house, pumping your cock into what belongs to me.”Damien laughed, low and sharp. “Belongs to you? She was dripping for it, Dad. Moaning like a little slut while I fucked her over your precious books. Don’t act like you don’t get off on the ide