All Chapters of A Good Girl's ruin(Dark Steamy stories ): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Elena’s POVMorning light cut across the bed in thin gray strips.I woke up between them. Marcus’s chest was against my back, one heavy arm locked around my waist. Cole faced me, close enough that his breath warmed my collarbone, one hand resting on the bare skin of my hip where the bruises from last night had already darkened. My body ached in deep, specific places. Between my legs I was sore and still slick with both of them. The marks on my neck and shoulders throbbed when I shifted.Cole’s eyes opened first. For a moment he only looked at me, expression unreadable in the low light. Then his hand slid from my hip to the inside of my thigh, fingers tracing the tenderness there with deliberate pressure.“Sore?” he asked, voice rough from sleep.“Yes.”Marcus stirred behind me. His mouth found the back of my neck, pressing an open kiss over one of the bites he had left. “Good.”Marcus rolled me onto my back. Cole shifted down the bed without a word, pushed my thighs apart, and settled

Cole’s fingers stayed inside me, slow and claiming, while Marcus’s thumb rested against my lower lip. The room was quiet except for our breathing and the faint city noise beyond the blinds. I was still trembling, still full of them, the sheets beneath me already ruined.Marcus shifted first.He sat up, reached for the bottom drawer of the nightstand, and pulled out a length of soft black rope and a thicker leather cuff set I had only seen once before. The sight of them sent a fresh pulse of heat through me. Cole withdrew his fingers slowly, wiping them across my inner thigh, then took the rope from Marcus without a word.“Wrists,” Marcus said.I offered them. Cole bound them together in front of me with practiced, efficient knots, the rope snug but not cutting. Marcus then clipped the leather cuffs around my ankles and attached a short spreader bar between them, locking my legs open. The position left me completely exposed, unable to close my thighs or hide anything.They both looked

Sarah's POVI lay there staring at the ceiling, thighs pressed together so hard the denim dug into my skin. My underwear was already damp from earlier. The memory of Marcus’s cock against my ass and the weight of Tyler’s hand under my waistband,none of it would leave. I tried to think about anything else. Classes. The roommate who had sent me here. The rent I could no longer afford. Nothing stuck. Every thought circled back to the four of them and the things they had promised.I heard footsteps in the hallway and immediately froze.Marcus appeared in the doorway first, still in the same jeans and black t-shirt. He didn’t turn on the light. He just stood there looking at me like he was deciding where to start. Tyler came in behind him, quiet as always. Jake followed a few seconds later, a bottle of something clear in one hand and a folded towel in the other. Devon stayed in the doorway again, arms crossed, watching.“Still dressed,” Marcus said. “Cute.”I sat up but my voice came out

I closed the door halfway behind me the way they always left it. The room still smelled faintly of the vodka from last night and the cheap detergent on the new sheets. The bottle sat on the dresser, closer to the edge than before. I stared at it for a second too long, then pulled my shirt over my head. The bra followed. Jeans and underwear next. The air felt cooler against skin that still remembered every mark.I climbed onto the mattress and turned to face the wall the way Marcus had ordered. Knees apart on the thin sheets. Hands on my thighs. Back straight because I didn’t know what else to do with it. The position left me open and visible from the doorway. My pulse beat hard enough that I could feel it between my legs.Footsteps in the hall. More than one set.Jake’s voice came first, calm and ordinary, like he was still talking about dues. “She’s already in position. Good.”The door pushed wider but I kept my eyes on the wall. Someone set another heavier bottle on the dresser. A s

I woke to the sticky pull of dried cum on my inner thighs and the dull, persistent ache between my legs. The sheet under me was stiff in places. My jaw felt used. My ass still held the memory of being stretched open and filled. Morning light cut across the bare mattress the same way it had the day before, only now everything smelled like sex and the cheap detergent from the sheets they had given me.Jake’s hand was still on my hip when I shifted. He had stayed while Marcus lay on the far side of the bed, face turned toward the wall. Tyler and Devon were gone.For a few seconds I stayed completely still and tried to inventory what was left of me. The girl who had lived on Maple Street with a vanilla candle and a roommate who thought Jake was a good guy felt farther away than she had the night before. I could still see her, but the distance had grown. My body was sore in places that girl had never been sore. My mouth remembered the weight of cocks that were not hers to refuse. The guilt