All Chapters of Ruined by Mr Voss : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My heels clicked softly against the hallway floor as I balanced the cake box in one hand and a chilled bottle of champagne in the other. Tonight was supposed to be perfect, it was my three-year anniversary with Mark. I had spent the entire afternoon at the salon, gotten my nails done in the deep crimson he likes, and slipped into the black lace lingerie set I had bought with my recent promotion bonus, the type that made me feel dangerous and desired.I smiled to myself, my heart fluttering, as I turned the key in the lock as quietly as I could, the moan hit me first, it was a low and Feminine voice, then the rhythmic creak sound of our bed filled the place. The champagne bottle nearly slipped from my fingers as I pushed the bedroom door open, my stomach dropped. Mark was naked, sweat-slicked, thrusting hard into Sarah, my best friend since college, her legs locked around his waist, with her red nails digging into his back. Sarah’s head was thrown back, mouth open in a cry of pleasure

“Fuck me please” I said between gasps.His fingers were still buried deep inside me, curling relentlessly against that spot that made my vision blur, His storm-gray eyes locked onto mine, daring me to say it out loud.I was trembling on the edge, my hand still wrapped around his thick, pulsing cock. The distant sounds of the reception, laughter, clinking glasses, and the soft strains of the string quartet, only heightened the madness of this moment. I was in a stranger’s bathroom, with my dress hiked up, my breasts exposed, and letting a man I had never met unravel me completely.“I want you,” I whispered, the words spilling out raw and desperate, “All of you, please.”A low satisfied growl rumbled from his chest. He withdrew his fingers slowly, leaving me clenching around nothing, aching with need. In one fluid motion, he lifted me off the counter, spun me around, and bent me forward over the cool marble. My palms pressed flat against the surface as he yanked my dress higher and shov

The lock clicked like a gunshot in the silent bedroom. Harrison's body filled the doorway, moonlight spilled across his open black shirt and the hard lines of his chest. My silk nightgown suddenly felt transparent, I clutched the duvet to my chest, heart hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it.“Please leave,” I whispered fiercely.But instead, he stepped inside and closed the door with a soft, deliberate click. Those storm-gray eyes pinned me in place, dark with the same hunger that had undone me hours earlier in the bathroom. “We can’t pretend it didn’t happen, Ivana.”My stomach twisted. “Watch me try.” You married my mother today, and she’s sleeping down the hall on your wedding night, and you’re here in my room like some predator.”He didn’t flinch. Instead, he crossed the room with that measured, powerful stride and stopped at the foot of the bed. The mattress dipped slightly as he sat on the edge, close enough that the heat of his body reached me. “The escort arrangement

The heavy oak doors of the Voss estate slammed shut with finality, the sound echoing through the marble foyer like a gunshot. Diana’s elegant laugh floated back one last time as she waved from the black Rolls Royce, Harrison’s powerful frame beside her, his hand resting possessively on her lower back. Two-week honeymoon in a private Lisbon villa overlooking the ocean, my mother getting everything she wanted. I stood at the top of the sweeping staircase in my oversized hoodie, arms wrapped tight around my soft hourglass body, watching the taillights disappear down the long coastal drive. Alone For the first time since the wedding, the gilded prison felt truly empty.My phone buzzed in my hand, Unknown number. The video loaded instantly: grainy security footage from the wedding night, Harrison’s massive 6’4” body pinning me against the bathroom marble, his thick cock slamming deep inside me as I moaned like a whore, my full lips parted in shock and pleasure. The memory hit me like lig

Morning light sliced through the heavy velvet curtains of the Voss estate, casting long golden streaks across the marble floors. I hadn’t slept a single minute, after trying to scrub every trace of Marcus from my body in a scalding shower. I’d tossed and turned, Damien’s words replaying on loops, letting my cheating ex bend me over, the guilt was a living monster in my chest, clawing at my lungs until I could barely breathe. I paced my bedroom in nothing but an oversized T, my messy auburn waves tangled from tossing and turning. My full breasts felt heavy, nipples still sensitive from the rough way Marcus had gripped me. My pussy ached, not just from the pounding, but from the emptiness that followed. Harrison was the one who had made me cum like that for the first time, Marcus was just a cheap substitute, and I hated myself for needing it.My mom and Harrison were still on their trip, and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. I dragged myself downstairs in my oversized T and shorts, m