All Chapters of A Good Girl's ruin(Dark Steamy stories ): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 5Diana turned and walked back toward the house without waiting.Roman and I stood in the open air with the lanterns between us. My hands were still unsteady and the ache between my legs had not faded.We carried them across the driveway and set them on the patio table where she had pointed. The sun was dropping fast now, turning the water below the bluff a hard, metallic blue.I went upstairs to change because standing near him in the open air felt dangerous.My hands shook while I unzipped the dress I had worn to the rehearsal. I stood in the small bathroom in my underwear for a full minute, staring at the faint flush still high on my cheeks and the slight mark his mouth had left on the side of my throat. I pressed my fingers to it. The skin was warm.I changed into a black dress with a lower back and fixed my hair. When I came downstairs the patio had been transformed. Long tables. Candles in glass hurricanes. The extra lanterns already lit. Someone had put on a softer play

Tammy's POVThe warnings started before I was old enough to understand them.My grandmother would catch my wrist if I wandered too close to the tree line behind the house. Her fingers were always cold as she would look past me into the dark spaces between the trunks and say the same words every time.“They wait where the light ends. They wear beauty like a skin. Once you let them speak to you, the path home grows longer.”My mother was less poetic and more direct.“If you ever see something in those woods that looks too perfect, you run. You do not speak to it. You do not let it touch you. And you never, ever follow it deeper.”I heard the stories so many times they became background noise. An incubus lived in the deep woods beyond the ridge that fed on desire. It could look like whatever would make a person stop walking. Once it had you, the bond was permanent. You could be lucky to walk out of the trees, but some part of you never left.I stopped believing the details years ago but

Vesper kissed me like he had been waiting years for the exact shape of my surrender. There was no more patience in it, only hunger held under tight control. His hand in my hair tightened, angling my head so he could take the kiss deeper. The taste of him flooded me—sweetness and smoke and something darker that made my toes curl inside my boots. I made a soft, broken sound against his lips and felt him answer it with a low growl that vibrated through my chest.The fallen oak pressed hard against my back and the bark caught at the fabric of my jacket. Vesper’s thigh slid higher between mine, solid and deliberate, and the pressure against my center dragged another helpless noise from my throat. He swallowed it and pressed closer, until there was no space left between our bodies that did not belong to him.The bond under my skin pulsed in time with my heartbeat, no longer a suggestion but a living heat that spread with every stroke of his tongue. It felt like warm ink moving through my v

Vesper’s fingers glided through the wetness he had left between my thighs, and I opened widened my legs without hesitation.There was no resistance left in my body. The bond under my skin pulsed in warm, steady agreement as he stroked me, two fingers sliding easily inside, curling against the sensitive front wall that still ached from how thoroughly he had taken me. I made a soft, broken sound and pressed into his hand. He watched my face the entire time, pale eyes reflecting the moonlight and the last of my former self burning away.“You will not sleep in your own bed tonight,” he said quietly.“I know.”“You will not wake to your mother’s voice or the ordinary light through ordinary curtains.”“I know.”His thumb found my clit and rubbed slow, exact circles. Residual pleasure sparked through nerves that were already oversensitive. I shivered and gripped his wrist, not to stop him, but to keep him exactly where he was.“The magic is still settling,” he continued, voice low. “It will

The dig landed exactly where he meant it to. I stared at him, weighing how much trouble it would cause if I told the captain of the city’s beloved hockey team to go fuck himself in his own kitchen. Rhys waited, eyebrows slightly raised, the picture of patient entitlement. I walked past him without answering and headed for the mudroom that led to the garage. He followed. Of course he followed. The garage smelled like cold concrete and the wax they used on the black cars lined up in a neat row. Boxes of gala decorations were stacked near the far wall. Rhys leaned against the doorframe and watched me start shifting them. “You know what your problem is, Bennett?” “I’m sure you’re dying to tell me.” “You act like I personally invented money just to make your life harder.” I set a box down harder than necessary. “No. I act like you’ve never once noticed the people who make your life easier.” “I notice.” “Bullshit.” He pushed off the doorframe and crossed the concrete until he stood