All Chapters of Ruined by her uncle: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Damien’s eyes roamed over her hungrily, “Lily, what are you—“ “Please.” She begged, rubbing her thighs together. Damien’s breath left him in a rough exhale. “Lily—Christ. I can’t. Lucien is my best friend. You’re his daughter. This is—” “I’ve wanted you since I was sixteen,” she cut in, sliding two fingers between her legs. She rubbed slow circles over her clit, hips rocking. “You were my first crush. I’ve touched myself thinking about you for years. Every time you came over. Every time you looked at me like that. I’ve been so wet for you all night I can barely stand it. Please… I need you.” Her fingers glistened when she lifted them. She spread her folds for him, showing him how pink and slick she was. “Look at me,” she breathed. “I’m soaking. For you.” Damien crossed the room in a few strides. He caught her wrist bringing those wet fingers to his mouth, and sucking them clean. The taste of her made his cock jerk hard enough it hurt. “Fuck, you taste sweet,” he growled

Lily’s heart slammed against her ribs. She swallowed hard, forcing her voice steady. “Yes… I’m in here.” The doorknob rattled. Once. Twice. Thankfully it was locked. “You okay?” Dax asked, concern creeping into his tone. She glanced at Damien. He was already moving, grabbing tissues from the vanity, his jaw set like stone. He dabbed lightly at the blood still smeared faintly across her inner thighs and the sheets. “I’m having a bit of lady troubles,” she called out, cheeks burning. “Nothing serious.” There was a short bout of silence. Then Dax’s voice softened understandably. “Oh. Take your time.” “Wait for me,” she said quickly. “I’ll be out in a moment.” “Okay.” Silence settled on the other side of the door. Damien worked fast and quiet. He wiped her clean with gentle yet efficient strokes, then cleaned himself and the worst of the blood from the sheets as best as he could. Neither of them spoke. Lily kept trying to catch his eyes, desperate to read whatever stor

Damien had been gone four days on a work trip three states over, leaving the whole house to Dax. He was supposed to be gone for a week. Dax, feeling lonely and in need of company, had texted both Lily and Liam that afternoon. —Dad’s gone on a work thing. House feels empty. You and Liam should come over. Keep me company. I’ll cook.— Liam had already been halfway out the door with his bag when she finished reading it. “We’re going,” he’d said, grinning. “Can’t let him have all that freedom to himself, now can we?.” Lily had hesitated only a second before packing an overnight bag. Ever since Damien and Lucien had sent Liam and Dax on some boring errand last month that somehow turned into an overnight stay, the two of them had gotten awfully close. It made them look like the brothers neither of them had ever had. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it. But mostly she just watched it happen and kept her mouth shut. By dusk Lily and Liam had arrived at the Ross estate, and the three

Lily climbed into his lap and straddled him, then reached between them to line him up. The head of his cock kissed her entrance. “What the fuck are you doing to me?” he rasped, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. She sank down. The stretch was immediate, brutal, perfect. She took him in one slow, continuous slide until her ass met his thighs and she was full to the point of aching. Both of them groaned. “Lily—” She started riding him. Slow at first, rolling her hips, then harder, using the buoyancy of the water to lift and drop, taking him deep on every downward stroke. Her tits bounced in his face. He leaned in and sucked one nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing, while his hands guided her rhythm. “Look at you,” he muttered against her skin. “Fucking yourself on my cock like you were made for it. This tight little cunt belongs to me. Say it.” “It belongs to you,” she gasped, bouncing harder. “Only you… fuck… Uncle Damien—” He thrust up to meet her, the water sloshi

Lily forced herself to move. She slid onto the stool next to Dax, the soft fabric of the lounge set suddenly felt suffocating. Edna’s eyes flicked over the sweater and leggings and her smile widened. “That set looks better on you than it ever did on me,” she said lightly. “I don’t have your kind of curves. You wear it beautifully.” Lily’s mouth shaped the expected words. “Oh I doubt that. You’re very beautiful all the same.” Inside, her heart felt like it had been run through with a blunt knife. Liam, glanced between them. “Uncle Damien said he found you passed out drunk in his bedroom last night. Let you sleep it off in there so you wouldn’t face plant on the stairs or something.” Lily nodded once, keeping her voice even. “Yeah.” She looked up. Damien was already watching her. His expression was blank, but the dark intensity she knew so well shuttered behind the polite distance. The same man who had whispered filthy ownership into her ear hours ago now stood three feet from a l