All Chapters of Ruining Draco: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

SELENA'S POV My heart hammered against my ribs against the heavy silence of the study. I had been reckless, yes, but the golden deer head in Draco's study had shifted under my touch with a mechanical groan, revealing a seam in the mahogany paneling that shouldn't have existed.I’d stepped inside, expecting perhaps a safe or a hidden wall locker. Instead, I’d stumbled into a private universe of depravity and dominance.The room was vast, partitioned by invisible lines into four distinct, chilling corners... One was a command center, a massive, wall-spanning screen glowing with the pulsing tactical overlay of the city, a digital web of surveillance that made my blood run cold.Another was dedicated to the tools of his trade... high-grade firearms, sleek, matte-black, and lethal, enclosed in glass cabinets like artifacts in a twisted museum.The third, a repository of classified folders, had held my attention for only a moment before I’d scanned the documents, my mind frantically captur

SELENA'S POVMy world had narrowed down to the relentless, buzzing hum of the device buried deep inside me and the cold, unyielding gaze of the man who held the remote.My skin felt like it was vibrating in sympathy with the metal, every nerve ending screaming for a release that he refused to let me reach... or rather, a release that he kept snatching away just as I was on the jagged edge of completion."Nhhhnn, Draco... please ahhh" I moaned.Draco stood a few feet away, leaning against his desk, his posture infuriatingly relaxed. He checked his watch as if he were waiting for a train, his eyes flicking up to mine only to watch me suffer."Please," I panted, my voice cracking under the strain. I was sprawled across the mahogany, my legs shaking, my heels digging into the wood. "Draco, I can’t… I can’t take anymore. Make it stop."He tilted his head, his silver eyes cold and calculating. "Make it stop? But we’ve barely begun, Selena. You’re shivering like a leaf. Is it too much for yo

SELENA'S POVEvery step I took felt like a delicious, agonizing reminder of what Draco had done to me. My thighs still trembled, and my core ached with a heavy, bruised sort of soreness that made walking a delicate art. "Asshole! Draco Castellano, I fucking hate you!" I cursed while limping.He had left me stranded on that mahogany desk, swimming in my own ruin, convinced he held all the cards. He thought he was playing me, dangling his touch like a cruel carrot on a stick, believing he could control me the way he controlled every other fragile thing in his world.What a pathetic little delusion.Draco Castellano thought he was the master puppeteer, but he didn't realize I could see right through his rigid, aristocratic facade. I could read the desperate, raw hunger vibrating just beneath his cool surface. He wanted to claim me, to bury himself deep inside my heat until we both shattered. He was fighting a war against his own temptation, white-knuckling his control because he despera

SELENA'S POVThe suffocating heat of his body burned right through the silk of my robe, pressing me flush against the heavy oak door.His large hand remained clamped firmly over my mouth, suffocating my indignant cries, while his uninjured right arm wrapped around my waist like a steel band."Mmph! Let go of me, you arrogant, bleeding lunatic!" I thrashed against him, driving my elbow backward with enough force to crack a rib.Draco didn’t even flinch. He simply grunted, absorbing the blow, his grip tightening until I was entirely immobilized.Slowly, agonizingly slow, his hand slid away from my mouth, trailing up over my jaw to cup my cheek, his thumb dragging across my lower lip.The metallic scent of fresh blood clung to his skin, mixed with the sharp, intoxicating musk of sweat and adrenaline that always seemed to follow him like a dark halo."Careful, pet," Draco whispered against the shell of my ear, his voice rough with exhaustion yet laced with that infuriating, predatory amus

DRACO'S POV"Quiet is not a word in this family's vocabulary, Draven," I muttered, leaning my hip against the edge of a mahogany cabinet and crossing my arms over my chest. "And I assure you, my conscience remains as black and vacant as ever."Diavolo snorted, taking a slow sip of his scotch before wincing as a bruised rib protested the movement. "Damn right it is. Though I have to admit, getting ambushed like that by the Doscher rats? It stings. Literally.""They got lucky," Draven snapped, his eyes flashing with a sudden, vicious spark as he sat up straighter, the casual boredom vanishing instantly. "A coordinated blind-side in the lower docks? Coward's tactics... If we’d had five more minutes to reposition, we would have fed their entrails to the harbor dogs.""They only managed to draw first blood because they caught us while our guard was split," I added, my voice dropping into a low, lethal hum that made the air in the room instantly heavy. "But temporary advantages don't win wa