All Chapters of His Uncle Ruined Me For Good: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

For one long, terrifying second, Damon didn’t move at all.Under my shaking palms, his broad frame felt like solid granite. The sleek black phone slipped from his loose fingers, landing on the plush gray carpet with a dull, muffled thud. I had caught him completely off guard, but standing on my tiptoes, pressing my mouth against his closed, unyielding lips, I felt a sudden jolt of pure panic.What did I just do?This was Damon. Ethan’s uncle. If he shoved me away right now, if he looked down at me with disgust and walked back into that ballroom to tell Ethan, my life would unravel in an instant.I started to pull back, my heels dropping an inch toward the floor, my fingers loosening their grip on the satin lapels of his tuxedo jacket.I never made it another millimeter.Before I could draw a breath, his heavy hands clamped around my waist. His long, calloused fingers dug hard into the soft curve above my hips, his grip bruising and unrelenting.With effortless, shocking strength, he s

The private elevator rose with a silent, sickening speed.My heart hammered against my ribs like a caged animal. I had spent the entire day pretending to review quarterly spreadsheets at my desk, but every time I blinked, I saw Damon’s dark eyes cutting across that crowded ballroom.Nine sharp. Don't make me wait for you, Robin.I had told Ethan I was having a quiet night with takeout and a book. He hadn't questioned it; he had barely even looked up from his phone before texting back an unbothered Sounds good babe, out with the guys anyway.Out with Victoria, more likely.The elevator chimed softly, breaking my spiral. I stepped out, my black stilettos sinking slightly into the dark rug. I had traded the crimson gala dress for a simple black wrap dress made of thin, slinky jersey knit. It tied at the side with a single silk ribbon—easy to remove, easy to unravel. Beneath it, I wore nothing but a pair of sheer black lace panties.I pushed the heavy wood open and stepped across the thr

Four times.Four distinct, punishing times, until the muscles in my thighs shook so violently I could barely support my own weight.First against the cold stone of the console, where he shattered my innocence and proved my body wasn't defective. Then on the heavy Persian rug in the middle of the floor, his weight pressing me into the plush wool while the city lights flickered through the glass. Hours later, he carried me to his king-sized bed, taking me in the dark with a slow, agonizing rhythm that tore every remaining defense out of my chest, only to wake me just before four in the morning to pull me beneath him again.Ethan had never touched me more than once in an entire weekend. And even then, it was always over in minutes—a quick, dry routine meant to stroke his ego before he drifted off to sleep, leaving me staring into the dark.Damon didn't sleep. He consumed.Now, the master bedroom was wrapped in the icy, blue-gray haze of early dawn.I lay on my side, completely naked, sta

The dining room of the Vance estate was loud with the clink of sterling silver against fine porcelain and the boisterous, booming laughter of Ethan’s father. Ethan sat beside me at the head of the long table, his heavy arm draped casually over the back of my chair. It was a performative, suffocating weight—far more like a leash meant for show than any genuine sign of affection.Every few minutes, Ethan would lean close, whispering some half-hearted nonsense about our upcoming wedding before turning his attention right back to his phone. Under the edge of the heavy mahogany table, his thumb flew across the screen, discreetly texting Victoria while she sat four chairs down, sipping her mimosa with a secretive, smirking curve to her polished lips.I sat rigid, taking a slow sip of my champagne with an expression of total, unbothered grace. Across the table, Damon sat in complete silence. His dark, obsidian eyes hadn't left my face since the second course was served. He wasn't participati