Page 264 of Ruin My Life
“Believe me,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the scar at the center of my chest, trailing down between my breasts, “you won’t be saying that when you see what it is.”
His eyes flick back up—dark and ravenous.
“But first…” He nips at one of my breasts, leaving shallow teeth marks in the sensitive swell. “I need to fuck my little rose. Otherwise, we’re not surviving the drive.”
I don’t even have time to blush before he lifts me off the floor.
He drops me onto the edge of my desk with purpose, shoving aside the textbooks I meant to return this morning. A pen cup topples, and pens scatter and clatter across the laminate—but we’re past caring about messes.
He unbuttons my jean shorts with a flick of his fingers. I lift my hips for him, and he drags them down my thighs in one smooth motion. My panties go with them, and just like that, I’m bare—completely bare—while my clothes lie in a careless heap on the floor.
He grips my knees, spreading them wide until I’m on full display, propped up by my palms behind me. My body is folded open, raw and real beneath the full weight of his stare.
And yet—I don’t flinch.
Not this time.
Even with every old insecurity exposed—from the faded scar on my chest to the soft folds of my belly as I lean back—I don’t feel small or flawed.
Because when Damon looks at me,allI see is admiration.
“Beautiful…” he murmurs.
He runs his fingers through my slick folds, sending a shiver up my spine. He lifts them to his mouth and licks them clean, eyes locked on mine.
“Lethal…”
He frees himself from his jeans, shoving them and his boxers down in one rough motion. His cock is thick and heavy between my thighs, the tip already glistening with precum. He drags it along my core, letting the friction spark and tease until I whimper with impatience.
Then he wraps his hand around my throat.
He leans over me, grip firm—not enough to hurt, just enough to blur the world at the edges. My head spins, and all I can focus on is him.
He presses the tip to my entrance… and pauses.
A wicked smile curls his lips. The kind of smile that should come with a warning label.
“Mine.”
He slams into me in one brutal thrust.
The desk jolts beneath us. My body arches as he fills me completely in one go. His other hand grips my thigh, hard enough to leave bruises I’ll wear like a trophy. The thought alone sets my skin on fire.
He’s ruthless.
Relentless.
Possessive.
And exactly what I need.
My thighs burn from the punishing rhythm of his thrusts. My fingernails gouge the desk pad beneath me. He tugs me up by the throat and crashes his mouth onto mine—kissing me like he’s starving, like he’s trying to devour every piece of me that ever felt broken.
The kiss is messy. Bruising.Perfect.
Sweat slicks my skin. The pleasure splinters through me, building faster than I can hold on.
Pressure coils low in my belly, winding tighter with every savage thrust. My vision swims. I feel him—feel every pulse, every thick inch stretching me wide.
