Ruin Me Gently Novels & Stories

And there Ruin goes, making me forget about my problems, if only for a second. *** Sitting in the back seat of the SUV, the memories of the afternoon in the meadow bring a smile to my face. Ruin, with his rough exterior and gentle heart, had a way of making me forget the world, forget the anxieties that lay waiting back at home. The warmth of the sun, the gentle breeze, his laughter mixing with mine—it was a respite I didn’t know I needed.

Snaking his arm around her naked wet waist, he pulled her on his body, making her heart shivered when their intimate parts got rubbed against each other. Damien clutched her nape and tugged her face near, almost brushing their lips. A sadistic grin was playing on his face. "Then stop trying to hate me, mi vida because your hate will end me and my love is going to ruin you," he cooed against her mouth, before sealing her mouth with his lips. Zia closed her eyes and with no further defiance, submitted her soul to him because now she clearly understood one thing that…. she was soon going to get Ruined In His Love.

“My little Ruin. That is your name now.” I blinked, still shaking. “Ruin?” “Yes. Because you will ruin yourself for me.” His grin was sharp, wolfish. “And I will ruin you for everyone else.” My breath caught. He pressed his long, inhuman finger between my legs, dragging it up my soaked folds with agonizing slowness. “Ahh—p-please—” I squirmed, but his other arm locked around my waist, holding me pinned to his throne. His finger circled my clit, a featherlight touch that made my thighs quake. “Look at you, Ruin. You’re shaking like a prey, yet your cunt begs for me.”

*Dedication* For the ones who swore they weren’t into MM until it was Bram and Renzo. You lied. And you liked it. I wrote this for you. Welcome Home Sinner:) **************************************************** RENZO POV “He’s awake.” The voice sounded far away like it had to cut through thick water to reach me. My head throbbed, not just with pain, but with pressure. Like my skull was full of gunpowder and someone had already lit the fuse. My throat was dry. My chest felt heavy. And every inch of my body screamed like I’d been hit by a damn truck.

Then he leaned down with his lips brushing my ear. “And tonight, I will make you cum so hard that you will forget your own name.” His words made my toe curl. Then he simply walked away without uttering another word, leaving me breathless and soaking wet, making me grip the table for balance. God, help me. I am damned to be ruined. ---

he asked, his voice strained, eyes locked on mine. “Calm down, babygirl,” he murmured, one hand stroking my thigh to soothe the pain. “I need to be fully inside you.” I was shocked beyond statement, he wasn’t even all the way in yet and I already felt so full. Gosh, he was so big… He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in one deep, powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt. A broken moan ripped from my throat. He stayed completely still, giving me time to adjust, he was being so gentle with me and i loved it.

"I'm already ruined." "No." He said very firmly. "You're not ruined." "I feel ruined." His hands went to my face, both hands, both sides sides. Both of them making me look directly at him. "Then let me fix it." There was this surge of doubt that filled me. "You can't." "Let me try." "How?" "However you need. Whatever you need. I'll do anything." I looked at him, and I could see was his desperation and the guilt written all pver him.

I wanted to let you know that Echoes of Ruin will be going on a short, temporary hiatus. The story will officially return on January 1st, and this pause is purely a reset, not a goodbye. This world, these characters, and the story still unfolding mean so much to me. Stepping back briefly helps me stay aligned with the pacing, emotional weight, and intensity this series deserves, especially as we move into the next stretch of the story, where everything begins to tighten, fracture, and collide. I want to make sure what comes next hits exactly the way it should.

A bitter smile spread across his face and he chuckled before speaking. "I thought she was joking about it when I got that text last night." He sniffed, running his hands through his messy hair and fuck! This wasn't the man who had always pulled off my pantie, looking so sexy and smoking hot. He was now a shadow of himself, his brown hair like a bird's nest, his once bright blue eyes, now shadowed with pain, dark circles leaving a dark glint below. "And you think the best way is to get wasted at the bar like an abandoned duck?" I gritted my teeth, my grip firm on the steering wheel. "She isn't worth the tears, j...just move on. You'd find someone better."

“Why don't you use that dildo I got you last time, hmm? I’m sure that’ll satisfy you until tomorrow.” _______________ Yeah, I gave in. What was the point in fighting when I could find a quick release? So I grabbed a bottle of wine and my thick, vibrating dildo and marched downstairs to the living room. I could have done this in our bathroom or the guest room but I guess this was a silent way to say ‘fuck you, Graham,’ without saying it. Not like he cared anyway. I put on slow, sensual music, chugged three glassfuls of wine to get started.