All Chapters of Ruined by Mr Voss : Chapter 61 - Chapter 68

The heavy glass doors of the St. Jude Medical Wing shattered into a million glinting pieces as Harrison’s iron shoulder hit them.He didn't wait for his security team to secure the perimeter. He didn't wait for the team of federal lawyers trailing behind us. He stormed down the silent, sterile corridor like an ancient god of war, his broad chest heaving under his tailored charcoal suit, his large, calloused hand wrapped around my wrist with a grip so possessive it nearly stopped my circulation. Every heavy stride he took radiated a dark, suffocating dominance that made the hospital staff shrink back against the walls in sheer terror.“Harrison, slow down—” I gasped, my chest rising and falling frantically, the heavy fabric of my floor-length gown rustling loud and desperate against my bare thighs.Without breaking his brutal stride, Harrison yanked me hard against his side. His large hand slid down from my wrist, wrapping tightly around the meat of my rear, hauling my body up off the

Harrison didn't just lay me on the bed—he pinned me to the high-thread linen sheets.His massive frame settled between my thighs, the sheer weight of his muscular body trapping me beneath him. The contrast between his crisp suit trousers and my bare, flushed skin was electrifying. He reached behind me, his thick fingers hooking into the lace of my corset, and with one harsh, brutal tug, the structural boning snapped, exposing my breasts to the cool air of the room.My breath hitched into a sharp gasp, my nipples hardening instantly under his dark, unblinking glare.“Harrison…” I whimpered, my hands tangling into his thick hair as his jaw tightened.“Look at me, sweet girl,” Harrison growled, his voice a gravelly, dangerous purr that vibrated directly against my collarbone. “Tell me who owns this body. Tell me whose name is carved into your skin.”“You,” I breathed, arching my back off the mattress as his hand slid down, his broad palm flattening over my bare stomach before trailing lo

The blacked-out glass of the Maybach reflected the blurred skyline as we glided back through the gates of the St. Jude facility.Yesterday had been a nightmare of blinding flashbulbs, shattered glass, and blood. Today, the VIP wing was dead silent. Harrison’s private security detail stood at attention every five paces along the corridor, dressed in dark suits, their hands folded neatly over their waistbands.Harrison’s large hand remained firmly planted on the small of my back, his thumb rubbing comforting, hypnotic circles into my spine through the fabric of my blouse. Every touch was a reminder of the night before—of the absolute claim he had staked on my body, my heart, and my sanity.“She’s waiting for you, Ivana,” Harrison said softly, his voice dropping into a low, protective rumble as we reached the heavy double doors of the private suite. “My medical director ran a full tox panel. Diana had her heavily sedated for over a decade to keep her compliant, but the drugs are complete

The grand dining room of the Voss estate was suffocating.Eight senior executives from Voss Developments sat around the massive polished mahogany table, their crystal wine glasses glinting under the dim light of the chandelier. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meats, expensive scotch, and corporate greed.I sat at the far end of the table directly across from Harrison. I wore a backless, deep-emerald dress that clung to my waist and fell past my knees, leaving my shoulders completely bare.Every time one of the male executives turned to speak to me, Harrison’s dark, storm-grey eyes locked onto them with lethal intensity. He sat at the head of the table in a crisp white shirt with his top button undone, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, sipping his bourbon with a slow, predatory grace.“The board is still concerned about the visual branding for the luxury sky-rise project, Harrison,” Mr. Andrew, the chief investment officer, said, gesturing with his fork. “We need a lea