All Chapters of A Good Girl's ruin(Dark Steamy stories ): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 3 Doris’s hand stayed locked over mine, forcing my fingers deeper inside her. She was tight, hot, and already pulsing around me. Her eyes stayed on mine, dark and challenging, as if daring me to back down.I didn’t.I curled my fingers hard against the spot I still remembered and watched her jaw tighten. A short, sharp breath left her. The water bottle remained trapped between us, cold plastic pressed to the inside of her thigh. I rolled it higher until the rounded end dragged through the wetness coating her skin, then pressed it firmly against her clit while my fingers kept working her open.Doris’s hips jerked.“Still so fucking responsive,” I muttered. “Bitch all that control and you’re already shaking.”“Shut up and make me cum,” she ordered in a rough voice..I fucked her harder in short punishing strokes that made the wet sound of it fill the quiet room. Every time she tried to roll her hips to take more, I changed the angle just enough to deny her. The bottle stayed co

Chapter 5The night stretched like it wanted to break us.David’s message sat on the table like a permission slip written in blood. “Stay until the final version is locked. I don’t care how late.”Doris read it once more, then locked her phone and set it face-down. The soft click of the case against the wood felt final.She looked at me still spread across the table, blouse ruined, thighs shiny, the cold-brew bottle resting against my hip like a threat that had already been carried out.“Get up.”I didn’t move fast enough so she grabbed my wrist and yanked me upright. My legs almost folded. Doris shoved me toward the far wall of the war room where the whiteboard stood, markers scattered in the tray beneath it. My back hit the cool surface. She followed, crowding me until there was nowhere left to go.“You spent eleven months pretending you were over this,” she said, voice low and rough. “Pretending you didn’t still think about the way I used to open you up. Pretending the hate was cle

“Get the fuck off me,” I snarled.Sienna’s mouth brushed the shell of my ear again. “Make me.”I drove my head back, trying to catch her face. She turned just enough that I only clipped her cheekbone. The impact still made her hiss. In the half-second her grip loosened, I twisted hard, dropped my weight, and slammed my elbow into her ribs. We hit the floor in a violent tangle of fists,knees and teeth.I split her lip. She opened the cut on my eyebrow again. Blood ran warm down the side of my face and dripped onto the concrete. She got a hand around my throat and squeezed. I raked my nails down her forearm hard enough to draw blood of my own. The sounds we made were ugly like vicious animals.Sienna ended up on top of me again, breathing hard, hair half-fallen around her face. Her free hand pinned both of my wrists above my head. The position left me open. I bucked hard but she only settled her weight more firmly across my hips and looked down at me like she was deciding something.“Yo

Raven’s POVSienna’s fingers stayed buried inside me, two of them, then three, stretching what was already sore and used. Her thumb pressed hard on my clit in slow, deliberate circles that had nothing to do with kindness. The pressure was exact. She watched my face the entire time, cataloguing every flinch and unwilling twitch of my hips.“Still so fucking responsive,” she murmured. “All that fight and your body keeps opening for me.”I tried to twist away. She pinned my hip with her free hand and curled her fingers harder. The sharp jolt of sensation made my back arch off the thin mattress. A broken sound escaped before I could lock it down.Sienna leaned closer until her bloody mouth was almost against mine.“Make all the noise you want. No one’s coming.”She fucked me with her fingers in a steady, punishing rhythm. Every few strokes she scissored them inside me, forcing the stretch wider. The wet sound of it filled the quiet cell. I hated how easy the movement had become. I hated t

Elena’s POVThe key turned in the lock later than usual.I was on the couch with a glass of red wine, legs tucked under me, when Marcus walked in. Cole followed right behind him. They had been at the same late meeting. They often were. The two of them moved through the world like they shared a private language the rest of us weren’t meant to understand.Marcus’s dark and accessing eyes found me first. Then Cole’s gaze landed on me and stayed. He never looked at me the way a friend of the husband was supposed to. He looked at me like he was already deciding how he wanted me arranged.“You’re still up,” Marcus said, loosening his tie.“Couldn’t sleep.”Cole closed the door behind them and leaned against it, arms crossed. The apartment suddenly felt smaller with both of them in it. Marcus walked over, took the wine glass from my hand, and finished what was left in one swallow. Then he set the empty glass down and cupped my jaw, thumb brushing the corner of my mouth.“We need to talk.” He