All Chapters of My Crave, My Ruin : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The sting on my ass hadn't faded by the time the elevator hit the ground floor, and my face was still burning hot. I pushed open the glass doors of Kross Tower, my skin prickling under my clothes as if everyone in the lobby somehow knew what had just happened in Adrian's office. Who did he think he was?My mind was a chaotic mess as I walked toward the waiting sedan. Here he was my boss, he had no right to lay a hand on me like that, to treat me like some defiant child who needed to be disciplined. Yet, every time I tried to stir up my anger, my body remembered the weight of his palm, the dark command in his voice and the moment my mouth had betrayed me with a yes. And that comment about my virginity—“The fact that I took your virginity already tells you that you are mine.” A shudder ran through me, part terror and part embarrassing. He was arrogant, controlling, and emotionally blocked, but the scary part was how effortlessly he pulled my strings. I felt completely trapped in his

After she left, I sat alone in the quiet parlor for a long time, staring at the porcelain cup on the silver tray. My head was throbbing, and my mouth still tasted like that terrible, bitter coffee. His mother had made it terrifyingly clear that she wasn't going to back down, which meant Adrian's claim that she would leave us alone was completely dead wrong. A soft knock at the doorframe startled me out of my thoughts. Melanie stepped into the room, holding a clean tray. She took one look at my pale face and let out a gentle, sympathetic sigh. "Don't take it to heart, Miss Sienna," Melanie said softly, stepping in to clear the coffee cup. "That is just how she is. She is protective of the family name, but eventually, she will grow on you." "I doubt that," I muttered, leaning my head back against the cushion. Melanie chuckled quietly. "Well, I assume you haven't had anything to eat today? You look like you're about to faint , let me go prepare something for you." "No, it's fine,

The next morning, I made it down just in time to catch Adrian before he headed out the front door. He looked infuriatingly handsome. He was wearing a dark, tailored charcoal suit that fit his broad shoulders like it had been molded onto him, his dark hair freshly styled, and the faint, expensive scent of dark coffee and cedarwood trailing behind him. As I reached the bottom step, Adrian paused, reaching into his inner jacket pocket. He pulled out a sleek, matte-black card and held it out to me. "Here, for your shopping… the driver will take you wherever you need to go," Adrian said smoothly. "Go to the garage and choose whichever car you want to use “ I took the card, staring down at it in mild shock. Just like that, I was engaged to one of the most powerful men in the city, holding an uncapped black card, about to live the kind of ultra-wealthy, effortless lifestyle people only read about in magazines. And I hadn't even had to climb a corporate ladder for it. He grabbed his

"You really didn't have to do that Nina," I muttered, carrying a armful of designer bags as we walked out into the main concourse of the mall. "We could have just avoided her altogether." "No way in hell," Nina snapped, her eyes still flashing with adrenaline. "I am not letting that bitch talk to you like you're beneath her. You need to stop being a doormat Sienna.” "You don't understand!" I hissed, pulling her slightly off to the side near a fountain. "His mother loves Gwen. She completely despises me, mind you she literally offered me a check yesterday just to leave Adrian. Once she finds out what happened back there, she is going to hate me even more!" Nina rolled her eyes, throwing her hands up. "You are overthinking this whole thing, who cares what that old dragon thinks? You still shouldn't let people walk all over you." "Nina, you really don't get it," I sighed, rubbing my temples. "My entire life is hanging by a thread right now. I don't have the luxury of picking fights w

The roar of the engine vibrated up through my hands and into my arms, the only physical sensation that always anchored me back to reality. Beside me at the right, Julian revved his throttle, his grin visible even through the dark visor of his helmet. “ It's been a while bro, let's do tge usual ridge valley!” He yelled over the noise of the exhaust. "Just like when we did when teenagers…Loser pays for drinks!” I didn't answer. I just gave a single, sharp nod as the light flashed green, kicking my leg back and opening the throttle wide. The Ducati surged forward, tearing down the empty stretch of highway with a deafening roar. The wind lashed against my jacket, but inside my chest, the noise was different and very chaotic. My whole life, the world had come to me through a strange, muffled filter. Interoceptive dysfunction….that was the clean, clinical word the doctors had used when I was a child to explain why I couldn't feel my own heartbeat racing when I was anxious, or why I c