All Chapters of A Good Girl's ruin(Dark Steamy stories ): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The gown hit the floor in a soft collapse but Damian’s mouth never left mine. He backed me deeper into the shelves until the wood pressed hard against my spine, then lifted me. My legs locked around his waist on pure instinct. The hard length of him rubbed against my bare cunt with every step he took toward the heavy desk near the window. When he set me on the edge of it, the cold wood pulled a gasp from my throat that he immediately claimed with another kiss.He shoved his trousers and underwear further down without ceremony. One hand gripped my hip. The other wrapped around the base of his cock and dragged the head through the wetness between my legs, coating himself, teasing my entrance without pushing in. The contact was electric and unbearable.“Look at me,” he ordered in a rough voice.I did. The mask still covered the upper half of his face, but nothing could hide the intensity in his eyes or the controlled hunger in the set of his mouth. This was Damian Halden, the man my fami

Iris's POV“Ladies and gentlemen, we regret to inform you that flight AY209 to London Heathrow has been cancelled due to severe weather conditions.”The pilot's announcement cut through the terminal in three languages, each one flatter than the last. A collective groan rose from the gate area and almost all phones lit up in every direction as people reached for airline apps that had already frozen under the sudden traffic.I stayed in my seat near the window and watched the snow thicken against the glass. Helsinki-Vantaa had gone from ordinary grey afternoon to white-out in less than an hour. The runways were disappearing. The planes already on the ground sat dark and useless.A second announcement followed almost immediately.“All remaining evening flights are grounded until further notice. Passengers are advised to contact their airlines regarding rebooking and overnight accommodation. Hotel capacity in the airport area is extremely limited.”Extremely limited was an understatement

“Yeah.”The single word hung in the dim room.Elias stayed sitting against the headboard of his bed, watching me across the narrow gap. The small desk lamp threw a weak yellow circle that barely reached the space between the mattresses. Outside, the snow kept falling in heavy, silent sheets. The radiator gave another uneven clank and then settled into a low, struggling hum.I turned onto my side, facing him. The sheet sat low on my hips but my body still carried the residual heat from the first round, but the deeper ache of ovulation had not disappeared. It never did after only one orgasm. It sat lower and heavier, the kind that made the idea of trying to sleep feel pointless.Elias noticed the way I was looking at him but didn’t pretend otherwise.“You’re not satisfied,are you?” he said.“No.”He exhaled slowly through his nose, a quiet sound of acknowledgment rather than surprise. Then he pushed the sheet off his own legs and stood. The movement was unhurried. He crossed the metre o

Tessa Quinn's POV The airport doors slid open and the California heat hit me like a wall.I pulled my suitcase off the curb and into the shade of the arrivals overhang, scanning the line of cars. Diana had promised someone would pick me up. I just hadn’t asked who. Like a coincidence, my phone buzzed with a text.Diana: Check outside. A black SUV would pick you up. Don’t be mad.Mad about what?I looked up.Roman Hale stood next to a black Tahoe with his arms crossed, sunglasses on, exactly as unreadable as the last time I saw him three years ago. He hadn’t changed much. Same broad shoulders under a plain white T-shirt. Same quiet stillness that always made people around him seem louder by comparison. He watched me walk toward him without smiling.I felt my heart drop to my stomach.“Tessa,” he said when I stopped a few feet away. His voice was lower than I remembered.“Roman.”We stood there for a second too long. A car horn sounded somewhere behind us. He reached for my suitcase wi

I followed him out into the evening.The market lights were already on, throwing warm pools of gold across the patio. Most of the group had migrated to the low couches near the railing. Someone had started a playlist that leaned slower now. The air smelled like salt and the last of the grilled vegetables.Roman stood near the far end of the railing with Liam, nodding at something his friend was saying. He held a fresh beer he still hadn’t tasted. When he sensed me step outside he looked up, and the apology he had left hanging in the dining room was still visible in his face.I didn’t go to him.I walked to the opposite corner of the patio, glass in hand, and leaned my elbows on the wood. The ocean was black beyond the bluff. I could feel the exact place on my cheek where his fingers had almost touched me minutes earlier. The almost felt louder than an actual touch would have.Diana appeared beside me with the quiet precision of someone who had been waiting for the chance.“So,” she s