Ruin Me Gently Novels & Stories

My gaze travelled upwards, to the person. He crouched down to my level, curling his hand around my wrist. He massaged it gently. I didn't know why my heart stuttered at that touch. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath before standing abruptly. “Let her go jackass,” he said calmly, but I didn't miss the dangerous edge to his voice.

She hugged me and left. I felt guilty for hiding things from her. She had always been there for me. But I needed answers. I went for a walk in the garden to clear my head. That is when I saw Blake. He was training alone, hitting a punching bag hard. His knuckles were bleeding but he kept punching anyway. He looked angry at the world. I walked over slowly. “Your hand is bleeding.” “It will heal,” he said without stopping. “You are going to hurt yourself worse.” I stepped closer. “Let me help.”

With all the strength I have left, I scream aloud. Maybe the maids will come. Maybe no one will. But I am not going to give up so easily. I will get my revenge. I am Lavanda. I am a flower that never dies. I will rise again, like a phoenix. My thoughts flicker, as I lie in a pool of my own blood.

“Keep running.” In an instant, I’m moving, my hand wrapping around Ryu’s throat so that I can slam him against the ground beneath me. My breath is coming in slow puffs, my hand is trembling as I fight to not use enough strength to kill him, and my vision is growing blurry. “I’m only going to say this once.” I hiss through gritted teeth while Ryu stares up at me calmly. “I’ve spared you until this point because you and I are buddies, but if you dare say anything fucking unnecessary again, I won’t be so understanding.”

But Marissa had never done much of it at all. "Goddamn princess," Vic muttered as she dumped the broken glass and frame in the garbage. She hesitated, and then defiantly dropped the picture in after it. She took two steps, then turned and reached in the trash can after the picture. A sliver of glass pierced her finger and she swore loudly.

“I’ll make you pay for this! I’ll find you! I’ll fucking hunt you down!” Ruin smirked through his weary expressions. “On your knees…” he merely mumbled, and I slid down the glass to my knees. He squatted near me and placed his palm against mine on the glass. “Pity. You’ll never see me again. Nor will I. You’ve compensated more than enough for the harm you caused my business tonight…” I punched the glass, glaring at him. He leaned in with amusement gleaming in his eyes like the ones kids have when they visit a zoo and see animals locked in cages.

“Can’t do anything about it, man. Our cleaner might be too strong for some customers, so we scheduled deep cleaning after closing. There’s no blood or anything, just some pineapples and a grown man on the floor.” Gryphon wanted to laugh and praise Andrea, but he didn’t do more than just nod and thank the attendant for the cans. He then walked off to a different aisle to resume talking to Andrea: “You didn’t tell me you knocked him down so bad. Now, I suddenly want to find his ugly face in the crowd.”

"Then don't go. Stay here. We'll find another way." "There is no other way." He pulled free. "Someone has to get inside Apex. Someone has to be positioned to strike when we're ready. And it has to be me because I'm already dead inside. I'm already ruined. Might as well make it count." "You're not dead inside." "Yes, I am." He said it with such certainty that it broke my heart. "The person you fell in love with is no more. Elena. What's left is just wreckage. And wreckage can be useful. Can be weaponized. Can be thrown at the enemy to break things."

"That's it. Ride my fingers. Show me how badly you need this." I'm grinding down on his hand, shameless and desperate, and his other hand is still working my nipples, and I'm so close— "Come for me," he demands. "Come on my fingers so I can feel how tight this pussy gets when you fall apart." I shatter, crying out his name, and he works me through it until I'm trembling and oversensitive. "Beautiful," he breathes. "Absolutely fucking beautiful." The song ends and reality crashes back in.

​ Don leaned over and began to tease my entrance with the tip of his length. ​ “Please!!!!!!!” I moaned ​ “Say it.” His eyes didn’t leave mine as he continued to tease me down there. ​ I swallowed painfully. ​ “I’m waiting.” His deep voice came through in a low tone. ​ I spent the next few seconds returning his deep stare while deciding between speaking my mind and preserving my dignity. ​ He would probably not remember anything said once this was over, right? ​ “Fuck me! Ruin me!!”