Ruin Me Daddy Novels & Stories

I hissed and leaned forward, my face almost brushing his. “You don’t want to piss me off, Matt. Get out of your fucking delusions and face the real world. Stop being childish. You’re not the only person with daddy issues and you don’t see me going out of my way to destroy innocent lives. If dad caused you so much pain, get over it and mourn your mother the right way. And listen to me carefully, you piece of shit, my father did not die in vain for me to watch what belongs to him disappear. I will ruin you, Matt. Watch your back.”

He looked at the documents again. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I'm so sorry this happened to your family." "It's not your fault. It's theirs. Morgan's. Victor's. Apex's." He looked at me. "But we're going to make them pay. For my father. For us. For everyone they've destroyed. We're going to expose them. Bring them down. Make sure the world knows what they are." His voice was steel. "Because my father paid that price. He gave everything to stop them. And I'm going to finish what he started."

He turns toward me. His snarl shakes the air. It vibrates right through my lungs. For a moment I freeze. My father’s words echo inside my skull. You are my ruin. I hate that they land so easily. I hate that I do not know if he meant Ronan or himself or both of us. Ronan takes one step forward. I take a breath that barely enters my lungs. My voice is thin and soft. It shakes when it leaves me. “Ronan. Look at me.”

He groans and rubs the tip of his cock on my pussy. “I…” My words escape me. It's hard to think with the sweet feeling of his cock teasing my bruised pussy. “Fuck me, daddy.” I plead, so damn shameless. “Take my pussy.” “No.” He scoffs and spanks my ass. I jolt forward and groan from the stink. “Daddy won't take your pussy.” He rubs the spot he spanked. “Daddy will break your pussy.” And with the fulfillment of his wicked promise, he rams into me so hard that my knees buckle. F. U. C. K!!!

I stared at her, a dozen answers on the tip of my tongue — none of them good enough. And still, she waited. So I gave her something real. “I grew up watching my father destroy everything he touched,” I said. “My mother. Our family. He was charming in public, a monster in private. And when he died, I swore I’d never become him. But I’m starting to wonder if it’s already too late.” Amelia’s face softened, her hand finding mine. “You’re not him,” she whispered. “You don’t know what I’ve done.”

I whimpered, staring at my pink hole as it fluttered from his absence. “I can see it. I can fucking see it,” I cried helplessly, and he pushed his fingers back in, pulling them out again. “Oh…” I cried, my back and neck hurting from my position, yet I couldn’t afford to leave. “I can see it, Daddy. I can see my fucking cunt.” “Your fucking cunt?” he repeated in amusement. “How messy is it, Nova? How fucking messy is it?” My lips trembled, and the veins on my temples twitched.

It’s overwhelming. Gritting my teeth and trying not to alert my dad, I force more power. Then the runes crack and dry up, fading from the metal. I step back, my chest heaving. "Done. Fragile little bitch, wasn't it?" Dad surveys the wreckage, satisfaction carved deep into every line of his face. "For something built to kill my son... it folded pretty easy." "Don't insult it," I mutter, still riding the high of destruction. "It might start crying."

“They won’t even see you as ‘naked.’ To them, you're just a photo sample they want to recreate, nothing personal." I couldn't hold back my laughter. “You’re unbelievable.” “I’m practical,” she corrected. “And you’ve been complaining about your savings running low since midterms. This gig could cover half your rent for the semester.” That gave me pause. I looked down at my hand, she wasn’t wrong. My dad is basically taking tons of jobs to clear my bills, the least I could do is help him out." “I don’t know, Gia…” She leaned closer, her voice softening. “Hey. It’s nothing to be scared of. It’s just a few hours, controlled environment, professional staff. And you get to say you did something br

He followed me over the edge, thrusting deep and staying there, his whole body shuddering, his grip on me so tight it would bruise later, his face buried in my neck where I felt his breath hot and ragged against my skin. We stayed like that. The wall held us up. Down the hall, nothing moved. Afterwards the room was very quiet and I was still and something in my chest felt cracked open in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant and wasn’t entirely not. “This is ruining me,” I said. He didn’t argue. He didn’t offer comfort or counter it or soften it with something easier. “I know,” he said. I turned my head to look at him. “Say it means something,” I said. “I need you to say it.”

I couldn't even defend him at this point because the ones I had seen him do were already even more disgusting. I've been in the dark, I wish they knew, I've been in the dark as well! I never knew my dad did all these terrible things until now. I soon began to crumble, letting the phone fall because what was the point, and I proceeded to lower myself to the ground. It's finished. I have haters, my father beats women, I'm fucked. “Amelia…” I soon heard, just before I would actually fall to the ground, from a familiar, comforting voice.