All Chapters of The Architect Of My Ruin: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Elara flew up the stone steps of her father's villa. She shoved the front doors open, bursting into the foyer with a blinding smile taking over her face."Oh, my goodness! Miss Elara, please be careful!" Martha, the longtime housekeeper, gasped pressing a hand to her chest before a warm, fond chuckle escaped her.Elara didn't even have time to reply. Her eyes immediately locked onto her father, who was just making his way down the staircase.He looked older lately, the stress of losing everything weighing heavily on his shoulders-but the moment he saw his daughter, his eyes lit up.She didn't hesitate. Elara rushed across tackling him into a tight, desperate hug on the bottom step."I did it, Dad! Look! Just look!" she beamed, her voice shaking with excitement as she shoved the leather folder into his hands.Her father blinked, his hands trembling slightly as he opened it.He stared at the finalized documents, the official seal of Pierce Enterprises stamped firmly alongside the domina

She parted her lips and took just the tip into her mouth. The sudden, slick heat enveloping him sent a, full-body shiver straight down Killian's spine. "Fuck.." he groaned, his hips jerking instinctively toward her. "So warm..." Elara glanced up through her lashes, a knowing smile curling around his length. Without breaking eye contact, she pushed forward, taking the thickness of his dick deep into her mouth. bobbing her head while her tongue swirled and stroked, milking every ounce of sensation from him. Killian’s entire body began to tremble. His breathing fractured as he reached down, his hand tangling tightly into her hair, desperate for an anchor as the pleasure spiked. A deep, rumbling moan began to build in his chest, but the second it vibrated in his throat, Elara abruptly pulled back. She released him with a wet pop and sat back on her heels, glaring up at him. "Hold your moan, Killian.." she ordered, her voice a deadly command. "Or I stop entirely." Even on her knee

Patrick's gaze dropped. He saw the heavy, possessive anchor of Killian's arm locked around Elara's waist, and a flash of raw jealousy crossed his face. His jaw tightened, and his fist clenched at his side.The air between them instantly grew thick, vibrating with a volatile, hair-trigger energy. Elara could literally feel the violent tension radiating off Killian, his body going as rigid as steel beside her."Patrick... what are you doing here?" she asked quickly, stepping forward to defuse a bomb before it went off.Patrick tore his eyes away from Killian's death grip, looking at her with a tight smile. "I saw Pierce Enterprises surging back up on the stock market this morning and came to talk to your father about a business venture. I... I didn't know you were still here."Elara offered a polite, cautious smile. "I just came by for family dinner last night and slept over."Patrick's eyes flicked over her shoulder. "With him?" he asked, pointing a trembling finger straight at Killian

The head housekeeper halted. A smile touched the older woman's lips, but as her gaze flicked from Elara’s flushed face to the closed door of the master study directly behind her. "Mrs. Vane?" Mrs. Wilson asked.. "Whatever are you doing down in this wing? Do you need anything?" "Oh, hello, Mrs. Wilson. I was just feeling a bit restless upstairs. I realized I've never actually explored the villa properly, so I thought I'd take a little tour to cure my boredom." "If you ever wish to see the full extent of the estate, madam, you only need to ring for one of the maids. We would be more than happy to guide you.." Mrs. Wilson smiled. "No, that won't be necessary.." Elara replied, putting her smile firmly in place. "I think I prefer discovering things on my own. I'm fine, but thank you. Please, excuse me." Elara gave a tight nod and walked past her, forcing herself to keep her pace normal and unhurried as she headed back. Mrs. Wilson watched her retreat, she shrugged and walked away. ~♠

"That is enough." Killian gritted out. Damien merely remained seated, steepling his fingers with infuriating calm. "I am just saying, Killian." "Not a single word of this leaves this room." he snarled. Damien’s eyes darkened with amusement and malice. "Why bother hiding it? It is not as if she can leave you. She may play the part of a frightened little bird right now, but the girl is exceptionally intelligent. She is resilient. Depending on how deep her curiosity runs in this house... I have no doubt she will piece it all together sooner or later." Killian’s throat bobbed as a hard swallow betrayed the spike of panic beneath his rage. "She won't." Killian bit back, his voice tight. Damien’s eyes glinted with pure menace. "If you say so." he murmured, a smirk slowly spreading across his face. Killian held his father's gaze for one long, suffocating second. Every muscle in his body was coiled tight as he walked toward the doors. Wrapping his hand around the cold bra