Ruin Me Until I’m Yours Novels & Stories

He drags his mouth down my jaw, then bites the soft skin of my throat just hard enough to make me wince in pain. “I’ve been so fucking patient,” he murmurs against my neck. “Letting you heal, while I’ve been dying to fuck you so bad.” Another bite from him—harder this time, and I whimper, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “But I’m done playing gently. I’m going to ruin this perfect little cunt until it only recognizes my dick.” “Yes,” I breathe out, the words barely a whisper. “Please…Ruin me.” That’s all it takes.

"Don't stop... ruin me more... please..." I didn't. I pounded through her climax, prolonging it until she was a sobbing wreck, limbs trembling. Only then did I chase my own release, burying deep and unloading. Cum jetted into her in hot bursts, filling her womb, overflowing to mix with her wetness. I growled, biting her shoulder hard enough to draw blood, marking her as ruined.

Ever. "Come for me, Morgan. Come all over my cock." I forced my eyes open, meeting his stormy gaze as he poured into me, his own roar of release a primal echo of my shattered scream. My world detonated as I released around him. Pleasure, white-hot and absolute, ripped through me, convulsing my body around his, milking him until the last, shuddering spasm had passed. He collapsed atop me. Our breaths harsh. He was still buried inside me.

My thigh brushed against Dante's tailored trousers increasing the heat between us. "Then ruin me," I breathed against Dante's neck, my voice trembling with sheer surrender. The worst he could do was literally sending me back up and ruining my chances of interning at one of the top law firms. "Stop warning me and do it." Dante’s grip on my throat tightened for a single, breathless second that I thought he was going to strangle me, I had already scratched my thought of what I assumed the worst thing he could do was. A low, dark groan escaped Dante's chest, it was the sound of a man watching his last shred of self-control crumble into ash.

Anthony's voice was soft, but his tone was murderous. Jolene's eyes widened at the sight of the club. "No, please don't… I beg you, Sir… I made a mistake. Please…" Anthony sneered. "I believe you no longer have any need for your legs." He raised the club and let it fall without hesitation. Bam! "Argh!" A painful scream echoed in the basement. Jolene's left leg was instantly contorted. Another vicious blow landed on her almost immediately. Bam! Her right leg was broken, just like what she once did to Anthony. He flung the bent club to the side and wiped his hands. "This game is just starting."

She came in under a minute, pussy gripping me tight, sobbing my name while her body shook. I flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and slammed back in from behind, fisting her hair so I could watch those freckles on her back too. “Mine,” I growled against her ear. “This virgin cunt is mine now. First and last.” She came again, screaming into the pillow. I pulled out, gave myself a stroke, and sprayed her with my cum. On her tits, face, hair. Every fucking place it could reach. She looked so divine decorated and marked.

“Take me like you own me. Ruin me until there’s nothing left but us. Fuck me like the world is burning and we’re the only ones who matter.” Victor’s control snapped like a taut wire. He scooped her up effortlessly, one arm under her ass, the other cradling her back, and carried her inside to the massive king-sized bed that dominated the master suite. Moonlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting silver light across their bodies as he set her down. His hands were everywhere at once — tearing the ruined dress completely off her, shredding the fabric until it lay in tatters on the floor. He stripped himself bare with impatient movements, revealing the powerful, muscled body tha

“Take me like you own me. Ruin me until there’s nothing left but us. Fuck me like the world is burning and we’re the only ones who matter.” Victor’s control snapped like a taut wire. He scooped her up effortlessly, one arm under her ass, the other cradling her back, and carried her inside to the massive king-sized bed that dominated the master suite. Moonlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting silver light across their bodies as he set her down. His hands were everywhere at once — tearing the ruined dress completely off her, shredding the fabric until it lay in tatters on the floor. He stripped himself bare with impatient movements, revealing the powerful, muscled body tha

His fingertip hovered just an inch from the container and never landed. Tears ran down his cheeks. "Susan, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry…" Harlan was on all fours, shaking from crying too hard. 40 years of glory and being a power couple with that woman had been reduced to nothing in front of that urn. Mildred rushed onto the stage, planning to snatch the urn away. "How dare you? Who are you to do this? This is pure slander!" I stood up and blocked her quietly, not a word rolling off my tongue. With that, she dared not move an inch.

He looked like a man possessed, a man who wanted to lose himself in the very ruin he had created. "You’re mine," he growled against my lips, his pace accelerating until the world was nothing but his heat, his scent, and his rhythm. "Say it." "I’m... I’m yours," I gasped, the words snapping the final thread of my control. The climax hit me like a physical blow, a violent, breathless shattering that made my entire body go rigid. I sobbed his name into the empty room, my legs wrapping tighter around his waist as the pleasure tore through my veins, hot and limitless.