Ruin Me Until I’m Yours Novels & Stories

I typed back with a mixture of resolve and vulnerability. “Meet me at the usual place tonight. We need to talk.” The truth was too dangerous to delay any longer. The walls I’d built around myself were crumbling, and if Amelia was going to stay by my side, she needed to know everything. The scars, the secrets, the parts of me I feared would ruin us both. As night fell, I prepared for what was to come. I couldn’t promise salvation or peace, but I could promise one thing: I would fight for her. For us. Because sometimes, ruin was the only path to redemption.

My back arched involuntarily, and a pathetic cry tore from my throat. “Say it,” he barked. “You want to come, don’t you? You want this to keep going until your body forgets every other man who’s ever touched you. Say it.” “I want it,” I gasped. “I want you to ruin me, Ronan. Fuck me until I can’t stand… make me yours.” His smirk was cruel, sinful. “Too late. You’ve been mine.” And just when I thought I couldn’t take more, he shifted his angle — thrusting harder, deeper — a relentless rhythm that had me clinging to the couch cushions like they were the only thing tethering me to the world.

“Please, don’t stop. Don’t stop touching me.” “Good girl.” His finger pressed down, harder, crueler. “Eyes open. I want you to watch me own you.” I forced them open, tears spilling, vision blurry. His crimson gaze pinned me, endless, unholy. “You are mine now, Ruin,” he growled, sliding two long fingers inside me. They filled me so deep I choked on the cry that left my throat. “Feel how easily you take me. Your body was made for this.”

“You’re like a beautiful ruin dressed in fire and silk, and though I see the cliffs ahead, I follow still, longing for the wreckage you’ll leave me in.” Fuck, why was that so… sexy? I wasn't supposed to be getting wet. I had a goal I had to achieve. He raised his eyes to mine, his dark and clouded with lust. “Because, my love, that’s all that is going to come out of this. Ruin and wreckage. For both of us. Fuck, all of us. We’ll be your damnation and vice versa. You want to know why you should run away? Fine, I’ll tell you.”

"Didn't I warn you? You're here to cooperate with Winnie's work—to serve her. She's the head of R&D. The future development of the new drug depends entirely on her. Who gave you the illusion that you could bare your teeth at her like that?" … Downstairs, my phone buzzed with a message from Alistair. 'If you don't like Maria, I'll have her leave the company.' 'Your favorite classical orchestra is performing tonight. I got two front-row tickets. We'll visit your mother first, then spend some time alone together. I'll be waiting for you at the cemetery at 5:00 PM. Don't be late.' I shook my head, pulled out the SIM card, snapped it in half, and tossed it into the trash. Oh, I felt disgusted by

I have given you so many opportunities to crawl back, to beg me just so that I would forgive you, but you declined each one, priding over nothing but your beauty and stubbornness. But do not worry. I am going to make you fucking crawl to my feet. Tonight, with the weapon sitting carefully in my car, I will destroy you completely and I will make you beg me for mercy forever and I will never let you have a taste of it.

He couldn't even finish the sentence. Zayne's grip on me tightened possessively, his free hand coming up to rest on my hip in a gesture of clear ownership. "Yes. She is. Which means she belongs to me now. She's mine to protect, mine to cherish, mine to love and care for. And you already know exactly what I'm capable of when someone threatens what belongs to me. You've seen the bodies I've left behind. The bloodbaths. Don't make yourself another casualty."

He caught that moan in his mouth and devoured it, punishing me for giving it to him. I wanted more. I wanted everything. I wanted him inside me on the cold rooftop where the world could hear, could see, could know exactly what ruin looked like. And he gave me enough to believe he might: a rough thrust of his hips, a hot scrape of his teeth. Enough to taste what ruin might feel like. The city’s noise went thin around us, like the world had taken off its earrings for a fight and was waiting to see if we would start it. And then—

"You wanted it rough? You wanted to be fucking ruined? I'm gonna fuck this pussy so hard you'll scream when you try to walk tomorrow. I'm gonna fill you up until my cum's dripping down your thighs-right in the boardroom. You'll sit in your CEO chair and feel every drop of my cum leaking out of you, reminding you who the fuck you belong to." "Yes! Ruin me! Own me! Fill me!" I screamed, my orgasm detonating inside me-ripped from the depths of me by his brutal rhythm and filth-drenched words. My body shook violently around him, my pussy clenching, spasming, milking his cock for every ounce of release. I could feel him coming, feel the scalding, pulsing rush of his cum flooding into me, mixing w

I waited all night for you to ruin me. Each thrust punched the air from my lungs. His hips snapped forward relentlessly, the wet sounds filthy and loud. One hand reached around, fingers circling my clit in rough strokes while the other kept my hair fisted like reins. “You’re mine to ruin,” he panted, lips brushing my ear. “Say it.” “I’m yours to ruin,” I moaned, pushing back to meet every brutal stroke. “Only yours. Even when you leave me waiting till two, I’m still yours.”