Ruin Me Until I’m Yours Novels & Stories

waiting in the dark. "I’m going to remind you who you are," he panted, his mouth crashing onto hers with a bruised, desperate intensity. He tore at the remnants of her dress, the silk falling away like dead skin. He pinned her to the cold stone wall, his hands marking her thighs with a bruising force. "You aren't a blueprint. You aren't a harvest. You’re my ruin."

“You want to be punished for how filthy you are.” Her knees buckled, her lips parting with a strangled gasp. Roth’s hand closed around her throat, tilting her head back, forcing her to meet his eyes. “You’re about to pledge yourself to Adrian in front of everyone tomorrow. But right now? you’re mine to ruin.” Elena whimpered, her thighs clenching. “Say it,” he growled, his grip tightening just enough to steal her breath. “Say Ruin me.” Her lips trembled, but the words tore free anyway. “R—Ruin me.”

“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

He fucked me like he was trying to rewrite it from the inside. “You’re mine when you’re with me,” he muttered against my mouth. “I don’t care if that ruins the terms.” My second climax broke hard. I moaned into his shoulder as my body locked around him, pulsing in waves that made my legs shake. Theo’s rhythm turned rougher, less controlled, and then he slammed deep and came with a broken sound, flooding me in thick, hot pulses while his hands gripped me hard enough to bruise. For a long moment neither of us moved.

Yours… Yours… until the poets run out of rhyme “In other words, until the end of time” I yawn, “I'm gonna stay right here by your side.” Nothin' in the world could drive me away Every day, you'll hear me say “Baby, I'm yours baby,” he whispers sweetly, “I'm yours.” I wish it wasn't a song and he was really mine. “And I'll be yours... yours..." I keep singing" until two and two is three Yours... yours... until the mountain crumbles to the sea

“And you do, now. You knew every other part of me and my life, and now you know the sexual side of me. The last bit. And you can’t just forget it or pretend it’s not there. You’re my favourite person, Tay. Ever. And with everything else being broken, I want to be the answer for you. I’m a horny woman who feels deeply connected to you, and I want to fuck you over and over because it feels so good to be known and seen by you, and I want you to feel that same way.” I closed my eyes, absorbing what she’d said. Replaying it in my mind. And then I coughed a chuckle as I made a realization. “Did you steal some of that from the Goo Goo Dolls?” She broke into a flushed smirk. “Covers, mostly. I’ve be

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.

He tilted her neck to make direct eye contact with her distressing eyes. "Look at me. Do I look like a vanilla guy to you? Do I? Huh? What gave you the notion that you would get to decide when and when not to walk away. It's me, my Hazel. It's me who makes the decisions. And I refuse to let go of the woman I have loved for years just because of her fucking reckless behavior. "

“You’re my ruin, Raven. You’ve already destroyed me.” Her lips parted. The words hit harder than the pleasure. “Jaxon…” “Say it back.” His voice broke slightly, not with weakness, but with something deeper. “Say I’m yours to ruin too.” “You’re mine,” she choked out, tears spilling now. “To ruin. To love.”

His lips parted as something teased along his inner thigh, invisible but real, so real. His reflection looked ruined. Flushed cheeks. Trembling legs. Half-lidded eyes already glazed. He was being taken apart, touch by ghostly touch, and the mirror made sure he saw it all. "You want to claim me?.." he waited but there was no answer. Then-- "You like ruining me…" he whispered, watching himself unravel. The words appeared again. "YOU'RE MINE TO RUIN" A sudden slap to his ass made him jolt forward, moaning aloud. Then, the ghost got a grip on his shaft, slick, slow strokes that left him panting, grinding helplessly against the air. His hips moved without shame, matching the ghost's rhythm.