All Chapters of RUIN ME DADDIES(a collection of steamy stories): Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

I should have been concentrating.The leather chair felt too big for me. My black pencil skirt had ridden up slightly when I sat down, and I kept having to tug it back toward my knees like that would somehow make me look more professional. My uncle sat across from me behind a wide, dark desk, completely still except for the occasional slow blink. Victor Hale—Mom’s adopted older brother, the man I had been told to call Uncle Victor my entire life, the same man i had been fantasising about for the last three years—was wearing a charcoal shirt, almost black, with the top two buttons undone.Every time he shifted even slightly I caught a glimpse of the hollow of his throat and the beginning of his chest. The fabric looked expensive and soft. It stretched across his shoulders in a way that made my mouth go dry.I had expected the meeting to feel formal. Clinical. He was offering me a job because the family needed the money and he could afford to help. That was all it was supposed to be. In

I could barely form the words. “You… you had your hand in my hair. You made me get on my knees. You told me to open my mouth.”Victor’s eyes flashed. His fingers thrust deeper.“And did you like that picture?”“Yes.”“Did you come thinking about sucking your uncle’s cock?”A broken moan was the only answer I could give. He took it as yes. His thumb rubbed tighter circles around my clit while his fingers kept stroking that same devastating place inside me.“You’re going to come again on your uncle’s fingers,” he said, voice low and certain. “Right here on my desk. And when you do, you’re going to say my name the way you’ve been thinking it. Not Uncle. Just Victor. Or Daddy. Your choice.”I nodded, already close.“Words, Nora.”“Yes,” I managed. “Yes, Uncle Victor I understand.”His fingers curled harder. His thumb rubbed tighter circles. The wet sounds of what he was doing to me filled the quiet office. I gripped the edge of the desk so hard my knuckles turned white, legs shaking on ei

The black dress I wore still smelled like the church.I sat in the back seat of Alexander’s car with my hands folded tightly in my lap, watching the familiar trees blur past the window. The funeral for my husband had ended less than an hour ago. People had hugged me, whispered the usual empty things, and then drifted away until only the three of us remained. Alexander drove. Sebastian sat in the passenger seat. Neither of them had said much since we left the cemetery.I should have felt only grief.Instead my body was doing something else entirely.It had started in the church, of all places. Alexander stood beside me during the final prayer, close enough that I kept catching the clean, expensive scent of his cologne. Every time he shifted, the sleeve of his black shirt brushed my arm. My skin had prickled. By the time we walked out into the sunlight my underwear was already damp, and the shame of it made my face hot.I had been married to their father for two years. He had been kind

Sebastian’s fingers stayed buried inside me even as Alexander’s footsteps grew louder on the stairs.“Sebastian?” Alexander’s voice carried clearly now. “Did you find her or not?”I panicked. My hand shot down under the water and wrapped around Sebastian’s wrist, trying to pull him away. He didn’t budge. If anything, his fingers curled deeper, pressing deliberately against that swollen spot that made my thighs tremble.“Don’t,” I whispered, desperate. “Please, just— take your hand out. He’s coming.”Sebastian leaned in closer, lips almost brushing my ear. His voice was low and rough with amusement and something darker.“Then tell me to stop.”I opened my mouth. Nothing came out except a shaky breath. His thumb resumed those slow circles over my clit while two fingers stroked inside me in a steady, filthy rhythm. Water lapped against my breasts with every small movement. I was so wet the bathwater felt useless; my own slickness coated his hand.“You’re dripping for your stepson,” he mu