Ruin Me Daddy Novels & Stories

"Harder... harder... please..." "Beg louder," he commanded, his movements becoming more violent and desperate. "Tell me you're just a hole for me to ruin. Tell me you want me to use you until you're nothing." "Use me!" I screamed, the world blurring. "Ruin me, Daddy. Ruin me for anyone else... please!" "Good girl. You're made for my cock, baby." The slapping of skin against skin was going faster and louder. "Fuck! Oh fuck! Oh Daddy, I'm almost there!" I screamed and I felt his hold on my throat tightened until I couldn't breathe.

Was his plan always to blackmail me or did he only resort to that because I refused to hear him out? My palms were sweaty and my grip tightened around my phone. Some people had the best fathers in the world. Rhea’s father, despite him not liking me, would do anything for his daughter. How was I cursed with the one who would exploit me and didn’t care how it would ruin me in the process?

Oh my God, I moaned out. You should call my name, not God, he complained. Oh King Owen, I corrected, moaning shamelessly. You are mine, mine to ruin, mine to taint, his voice roared out, raw and commanding. Yes daddy, I moaned out again before I could stop myself. Strip off your clothes, he commanded. I obeyed, removing every piece of clothing on me including my panties and bra while he unbuckled his trousers. His dick sprang at my face, long, veiny and thick.

Father won’t want his golden daughter looking like a fool. * My father was in a meeting when I got to the mansion. His assistant stepped in front of the study door. I walked around her. “Drisana.” My father’s voice went low and warning. “What is the meaning of this?” “I need five minutes.” He looked at me, then at the four men seated across from him. “Tomorrow,” he said to the room. They left. I purposely crashed into the couch to make my pitiful attempt look legit. I let my voice crack slightly on the first sentence. Not too much. Just enough.

“As long as I have this pregnant pussy wrapped around my cock, nothing else matters.” He pressed his hand firmly on my belly as he thrust. “Tell me you don’t care what she does.” “I don’t care…” I moaned, pushing back against him. “I only want your cock… please keep breeding me, Daddy…” Damien fucked me harder, the wet sounds echoing through the silent mansion. Somewhere upstairs, Sophia was making calls that could destroy everything. Down here, her father was destroying me in the most filthy, addictive way possible. And I was too far gone to stop him.

Nia The heavy silence in the bathroom was louder than any gunshot. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. The shattered glass of my phone lay scattered at my feet, reflecting the harsh bathroom lights, but all I could see was the ghost of my father's face and the memory of Raymond’s dark, intense eyes. He shot your father in cold blood. Daniel’s voice kept looping in my mind, a toxic chant that tore through every safe, warm memory I had built with Raymond over the last few weeks.

The pleasure was erratic, overwhelming. "Fuck, baby, you're leaking so good.”He spread my cheeks, licking away every drop of my release. I was shaking, my breath coming in short, jagged gasps. "Daddy..." "It's not over yet, princess. You're getting exactly what you asked for." "I'm sorry, daddy... please…”

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ This is not a sweet romance. This is not a love story with gentle feelings and happy endings. Ruin Me, Daddies is a dark, explicit erotica collection filled with taboo relationships, age gap, power imbalance, dirty talk, and extremely graphic sexual content. Inside these pages you will find: Older dominant men who take what they want Girls who call them Daddy while they’re being ruined Blackmail, punishment, rough sex, multiple partners, and filthy, unapologetic smut

…… I first made sure to clear the place up; apparently, Lavanda had given the maids the day off. The broken glass and shattered plates told stories of the horror my princess endured. No. No one touches my family and gets away with it. Absolutely no one. After I finished cleaning up, I went up to Mama Bear's room. Lisa flinched at the sound of the door. "It's your Dad," I heard her whisper in the room. "Daddy…." I heard her once-bright voice sound broken. I felt like I had completely failed them. "It's not your fault, Dad," Lisa said, curled up in my arms. "I wanted to know the truth."

"Call me Daddy while I ruin this cunt." I gasped sharply, tears stinging my eyes from the rough pull on my scalp. "M-Mark… please—" He yanked harder, making me cry out. "Wrong answer, you worthless little whore. Say it. ‘Please Daddy, wreck your slutty stepdaughter.’ Say it now." My voice cracked as the overwhelming sensations pushed me closer to the edge. "P-Please… Daddy… wreck your slutty stepdaughter," I whimpered shamefully, the words burning on my tongue.