A Good Girl's ruin(Dark Steamy stories ) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 39

The morning after Paris, Sienna moved differently, there was a subtle tenderness in her step and a faint wince when she sat down for breakfast that she tried and failed to hide.She caught me noticing and held my gaze over her coffee cup with those dark eyes that never conceded anything easily."Don't," she said."Don't what?.""Look at me like that.""I'm not looking at you like anything." I turned a page of the venue brief. "Eat your breakfast."She looked down at her plate and a small smile she didn't intend me to see moved across her mouth before she controlled it.The jet to Madrid became its own problem.She appeared from the rear cabin forty minutes into the flight in black athletic shorts that ended just below the curve of her ass and a cropped white tank top, hair loose, bare feet on the carpet. She'd brought a yoga mat. She unrolled it in the open cabin space without a word or a glance in my direction and started stretching.I kept my eyes on the venue schematics.Downward d

I know I sound completely unhinged right now, but I’ve officially lost every last ounce of self-control I ever possessed. Like, tragically, desperately and erotically gone. If there’s a special circle of hell reserved for shameless Omegas who finger-fuck themselves senseless while moaning their best friend’s father’s name into a hotel pillow, I already have my reserved seat. Front row. VIP with no escape.And the scary part? I don’t even care anymore.All of it—every whimper, every tremble, every desperate thrust of my fingers is for him......Damien Blackthorn.My best friend’s father. The 6ft4 Alpha of pure, brooding, muscle-wrapped in dominance. He has silver-flecked dark hair and piercing icy-blue eyes that seem to see through every lie, a veiny forearm that makes my mouth water, and a gravel-deep voice that vibrates straight to my core even when he’s only saying something mundane.He is the kind of man who makes innocent girls want to be completely and irreversibly ruined.Hell, I

The rest of the night was pure torture. I went back to the party like Damien ordered, legs shaky, bikini disheveled, his marks already blooming on my neck. Every time I moved, I felt the ghost of his thick fingers inside me. Mia kept handing me drinks, laughing and completely unaware that her father had just fingered me to a screaming orgasm in my suite. I barely slept that night. I lay in bed touching myself slowly, replaying every growl, every filthy word. By morning I was a mess and soaked through my sheets again. All day I felt his eyes on me and when night finally fell and the yacht grew quiet, I couldn’t wait any longer. I slipped out of my suite wearing nothing but a tiny silk robe. The connecting door between our rooms was unlocked, just like he’d promised. I pushed it open silently. Damien stood in the middle of the luxurious suite, shirtless, wearing only black lounge pants that did nothing to hide how hard he already was. The moment I stepped inside, he locked the door

Isabella’s POVThe minutes stretched into what felt like hours. I lay on the bed in nothing but my silk robe, loosely tied, my body still humming from the intense orgasm I’d had on camera. My pussy felt tender and sensitive, still slick with my own juices and the faint sheen of the dildo. Every small shift of my thighs sent little aftershocks through me. I kept checking my phone, the screen lighting up the dim room each time I tapped it but there was no reply or any evidence he viewed it.I told myself he was probably driving. Or in a meeting. Or maybe… just maybe… he was already getting hard thinking about me and rushing home to finally fuck his wife the way I desperately needed. The fantasy made me wet again. I slipped a hand between my legs absentmindedly, gently stroking my swollen folds as I replayed the video in my head — the way my heavy tits had bounced, the filthy things I’d moaned for him, the way I’d gushed all over that thick toy while begging for his cock.The sound of th

“Mmhh Luca.” I melted into him, moaning softly against his lips, my body lighting up like it hadn’t in years.Luca’s kiss consumed me completely. There was nothing gentle about it — it was raw hunger, years of suppressed desire finally breaking free. His tongue tangled with mine in deep, possessive strokes while one large hand gripped the back of my neck, holding me exactly where he wanted me. His other hand squeezed my full ass under the short skirt, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled me harder against the massive bulge in his jeans.I moaned into his mouth, my body melting against his solid frame. “Luca…” I whimpered when he finally let me breathe, my lips already swollen. My nipples were rock hard, aching as they pressed against his chest through my thin tank top.He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes dark and intense. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, Bella. Every time I saw you at family dinners or when Marco ignored you… I wanted to pull you asi