Ruin Me Until I’m Yours Novels & Stories

"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."

“Fall apart for me. Break for me.” Another wave crashed over me, harder than the last, leaving me trembling and incoherent. My chest heaved, my throat raw, and still he didn’t stop. Damon’s relentless pace bordered on cruel, each thrust claiming me deeper, harder, until I was nothing but his to use, his to destroy. “You begged me to ruin you,” he whispered darkly, his lips brushing my ear. “And now you’re ruined, Aria. Completely mine.” His grip on my hips tightened to the point of pain, dragging me back onto him as though he wanted me carved into his body forever.

Fuck— I'm thrusting harder, faster, the counter rattling slightly with each impact. "Yeah? You like that? My cock owning you like this?" I groan loud, unable to hold back, my free hand sliding up his shirt to pinch his nipple, twisting just enough to make him arch his back into me. "Come on, Aiden, tell me you're mine. Say it, baby." He nods frantically against my hand, his moans muffled but intense. "I'm yours... fuck, Nik, all yours... don't stop, please... oh God, I'm gonna—"

“Tomorrow the whole world will know you’re mine. They’ll see the video and call you every filthy name they can think of. But they’ll never know how beautifully you take my cock. How you beg for Daddy to ruin this tight little pussy.” He pounded into me harder, the wet slapping sounds of skin on skin echoing through the room. My breasts bounced with every thrust, my juices coating his cock and dripping down my ass. “Say it,” he growled, thumb finding my clit and rubbing tight circles. “Tell me you want Daddy to ruin you.” “I want you to ruin me,” I sobbed, pleasure building to an unbearable peak. “Please, Daddy… ruin me… make me yours so completely that nothing else matters…”

Lila Kane closed her eyes, safe and cherished in the arms of the only man who had ever truly seen her. She was no longer the girl begging to be ruined. She was the woman who had been claimed forever — heart, body, and soul. And she had never been happier. **The End Of Book 1** --- Thank you for this beautiful journey through *Ruin Me, Daddy Book 1* By Pretty Betty. Please give this book a review,a comment and share your thought on what you loved most about this book,also tell your friends about the book.Thank you all. CLICK THE NEXT CHAPTER FOR BOOK 2

"Mine to ruin. Tight—kuso, perfect." Ties held wrists captive overhead, power surrendered thrill-dark, my legs banded his waist pulling deeper, nails raking shoulders porcelain scars old. Orgasm crashed tsunami, walls clamping vise his length, scream ripped raw as he followed—hot pulse flooding claim visceral, collapsing chest-to-chest thunder-hearts sync.

The scent of cold night air mixed with shattered glass and gunpowder. “You came a long way for a light show,” Ruin said into the darkness. The voice answered calmly. “You always pretend you are not afraid.” “I am not,” Ruin replied. “You should be.” The laser dot shifted from my chest to Ruin’s shoulder. My stomach tightened. “You want me,” Ruin continued. “Take the shot.” “I do not want you dead,” the voice said. “I want you helpless.” Ruin’s grip on me tightened slightly. “You misunderstand something,” Ruin said. “I do not break.”

The crimson military uniform was a rumpled heap against the glass, our bodies locking together in a frantic, unhinged, rhythm of absolute dominion and unconditional surrender. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice cracking with raw emotion as he gripped my hips with bruising intensity, driving us higher and higher toward the edge of sanity. "Look at your king, Hazel! Tell me who owns you!" "You do!" I sobbed out, my hands digging deep into the corded muscle of his shoulders as every contraction pulled a ragged roar from my throat. "I'm yours! Always yours!" The final wave hit us like a cataclysmic explosion of stellar light.

“Men break when their precious little toy disappears. I’ll cry on his shoulder, remind him I’m his only real family. Once Tessa’s gone and back to zero and the assets are in my name, I’ll control everything. Julian’s obsession ends with her going back to her being a nobody like she always is. And I’ll finally have what should’ve been mine from the start.” I poured us both fresh glasses and clinked them hard. “To new beginnings,” I said. Maya grinned. “To Tessa’s very short future.” We drank. My blood sang with it. Tessa thought she was winning. She had no idea how close she was to the end. This time, I wouldn’t just steal her life. I’d erase it completely.

Shame burned through me, but it only made me wetter. He curled his fingers harder, hitting that perfect spot inside me that made my knees weak and my vision blur. A broken moan slipped out of me. “You’re soaked,” he whispered against my throat, voice dark and filthy. “Fighting me but your pussy is dripping down my fingers. You want this, don’t you?”