Ruin Me Daddy Novels & Stories

Ruan hissed into my ear, his breath hot and smelling of the coffee we’d shared only an hour ago. A few yards away, my father was a crumpled heap of cheap wool and broken dreams. He was moaning, a low, wet sound that cut through the roar of my own pulse. "Dad!" I screamed, the word torn from my throat as I tried to crawl toward him. Ruan’s hand clamped down on the back of my neck, forcing my head back into the dirt. "You move, you die! Vulture! Talk to me!"

"What do you want, Benny? Tell me exactly what you want." "I want you to fuck me, Daddy!" I screamed, the words raw and shameful. "Please, just fill me up! I don't want to think, I just want to feel you!" "Are you sure that's what you want? You're sure you want to be ruined by me?" "YES! Daddy please fuck me! Ruin me! Break me! Do me anything you want! I’m your pet! Please!"

I felt like I was talking to a brick wall. "You made me a spectator to my own daughter's degradation," he said. "Devon is a monster. He is a ruthless killer. And you willingly gave yourself to him. You are a absolute disgrace, Irene." The word hit me like a physical pain to the chest. A disgrace. "You are damaged," my father continued relentlessly. He still refused to look at me. "Your reputation is completely ruined. The whole pack knows you were his plaything. They whisper about you behind your back. They judge you."

“You belong to me completely. My perfect little broken cumrag.” Raven looked up at him with glassy, adoring eyes, fresh tears slipping down her cheeks as she nuzzled into his chest. “I know, Daddy,” she rasped, voice utterly wrecked. “I’m yours… forever. Use me. Breed me. Ruin me every single day.” She kissed his bloodstained knuckles, then guided his hand between her legs so he could feel the constant leaking mess he’d left inside her. Outside the safehouse, the world was still burning with scandal and consequences.

His eyes are wild, blown wide, all that careful restraint is beginning to crack like cheap plaster. “You have no idea what I’d do to you,” he growls, and the sound goes straight to my clit. “No idea how filthy I’d get. I’d ruin you. I’d break you in half and make you thank me for it.” “Then do it.” I’m panting now. I can feel how wet I am, soaking the inside of my thighs, and I don’t care if he sees. I want him to see. “Ruin me, Daddy. Mom’s not here to stop you. Vivian’s in the shower. Judith’s at her Pilates class. It’s just us.”

I froze, the hot coffee mug burning my palms, but I couldn't feel the pain amidst the one in my heart. I turned slowly to her, my hands trembling slightly. “Baby.” “I know you said I don't have a daddy, but Cynthia in class said everyone has a daddy. You only come into the world, when there's a Dad and Mum.” Her words hit me in my chest and I quickly ran to her after dropping the coffee. I bent down to her height and wrapped her small body in my arms. “Oh baby… Cynthia isn't totally wrong,” I said calmly, even though my whole body was shaking with anxiety.

“I lied again. Two hundred thousand by midnight or your parents wake up to the full collection. Have fun explaining why you’re fucking your stepsister.” The call ended. Brady looked sick. “We can’t keep paying. We need another plan. Fast.” I held Cassandra tight. “We’ll find one. Together.” But as another message came through with a live feed of my dad’s phone open, ready to receive the first video, my stomach dropped. Brady’s phone buzzed at the same time. He looked at it and went white. “He just sent me the full shower video. Unblurred. I saw everything.”

Like a tidal wave, they wash me away with their potency, and I am unable to cling to anything but him. Tomorrow, I get to see him again. All that strength I used to leave will crumble under one stare from him. I know it, and I don’t care. I miss my daddy, fuck what anyone else thinks. Including you, Xavier. Your dad does it better anyway.

“More than Marcus. More than Dad sometimes. You’ve been here through everything. The divorce. The fights with my mom. All the nights I couldn’t sleep. You never left.” “I don’t know what I would do without you,” she said. “Especially right now. Everything feels uncertain, but you’re the one thing that still feels safe.” I forced myself to meet her eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.” “Promise me.” “I promise.” Chloe reached over and squeezed my hand. “Thank you. I mean it. I don’t say it enough, but I don’t know how I would have survived the last few years without you.” I smiled the best I could. Inside, the guilt was so strong that it made it hard to breathe.

“You want to be punished for how filthy you are.” Her knees buckled, her lips parting with a strangled gasp. Roth’s hand closed around her throat, tilting her head back, forcing her to meet his eyes. “You’re about to pledge yourself to Adrian in front of everyone tomorrow. But right now? you’re mine to ruin.” Elena whimpered, her thighs clenching. “Say it,” he growled, his grip tightening just enough to steal her breath. “Say Ruin me.” Her lips trembled, but the words tore free anyway. “R—Ruin me.”