All Chapters of Ruin Me, Master.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41. Jerald walked into the room, where he had carefully dropped Jasmine so she could pass a seaster an hour ago. She was still asleep. She lay on the bed, fragile and delicate. Her lashes fluttered gently, flushed against her cheeks.Her copper hair laid across the bed, scattered just the way he likes it. He moved softly, his frame gliding into the room with quiet reverence. Them gently, he lowered himself to the bed, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. Hell! She was breathtaking. Lying down so innocently, she was everything she didn't know she would be on the very day he had seen her. His hand moved gently, tugging a pertubing strand of her hair behind her ear.Her body caught the momenent of his hand, and her nostril flared, exhaling softly. Jerald stilled gently, trying not to wake her up, but she was already stirring gently against the bed, lips twitching into a gentle pout. That mouth. God! That mouth that always did a god damn job taking his cock! Jasmine’s

Chapter 43. The morning light slipped lazily into the room, stretching across the sheets like a warm lover. Jasmine lay on her side, the blanket barely covering the curve of her hips. Her bare back rose and fell with soft, sleepy breaths, her skin golden from the sun’s touch.Jerald was already awake. He sat still on the bed, his eyes dranking every inch of her—every curve, every detail that made his cock pulse beneath the sheet. Her copper hair was a tangle of silk across the pillow. Her lips were slightly parted. She looked… edible.Hell! Jerald groaned underneath eyes moving around her lips. Those lips that had wrapped perfectly against his cock.And that hair that his hand took shelter in, fucking her He didn’t move at first. He just watched her.Then his hand reached out slowly, trailing fingers down her spine. Light. Barely there. Her skin twitched beneath his touch. She stirred a little, a soft sound rising from her throat.“Mmm…” she sighed, still half asleep.But he didn’t

Chapter 45. Jerald moved. “We need a shower.”Jasmine nodded against his shoulder, tired and drenched from everything they had shared. The moment they walked into the bathroom, Jerald’s hand slid around her waist as they stepped into the warm cascade. The water kissed their skin in soft patters, running down the curves of her back, tracing the valley between jasmine’s breasts. Her body glistened—damp, flushed, wrecked from what he’d just done to her… but he wasn’t done.Not even close.God! Her body was lethal. Deadly in all forms so. He could not get enough of her. Every look. Every glare. Every seconds left him desiring more and more of her. Jasmine body tingled, pusst dripping. She could feel every inch of his eyes on her body and those looks? Those left her already wobbling legs shaky. Slowly, she leaned forward to grab the soap, but he caught her wrist gently. Jasmine’s eyes moved to his, but before she could say a word. He spoke. “No,” he whispered near her ear, voice

Chapter 47. Jasmine sat on the bed, legs curled under the duvet, phone pressed gently to her ear.“How have you been holding up?” Seraphina asked on the other end of the call, and Jasmine stilled at the question.Holding up?The question troubled her more than the reason behind it.She had been holding up—greatly, even. Surprisingly.That incident had happened the previous day.Before Jerald came, it had looked like her world was going to shatter into sharp, painful pieces. The weight of everything—accusation, betrayal, fear—had been too heavy. It had threatened to drown her.But he came in. He came and picked her up in a way she couldn’t quite comprehend, and now… now, she was doing one thing and one thing only—moaning his name like it was the only prayer her body remembered how to say.How?How did she amount to this?How did she settle into this ease and comfort?What did it take for a broken girl like her to feel this warm? To feel safe?To feel wanted?What changed so suddenly t

Chapter 49. Jasmine watches as Jerald stands still, unmoving. He didn’t rush, didn’t jump.Even with his cock hard and pulsing, even with her pussy glistening just inches from his face, he took his time—dragging her gently to the edge of the couch, letting her feel every inch of the anticipation.Her legs parted with the softest breath of air, thighs trembling slightly, and he dropped to his knees like he was kneeling before a goddess.Jasmine’s breath hitched as she watched him stroke himself slowly—fingers wrapping tight around his thick length, his lips parting as he stared between her legs like he was about to commit a sin he had no intention of repenting for.“Fuck,” Jerald whispered, voice rough, needy. “Look at you…”His eyes flicked from her soaked pussy to her flushed face and back again.“I’m going to fuck this tight little pussy,” he groaned, voice barely above a growl. “So tight… so wet… all for me.”Jasmine’s clit throbbed, her pussy getting wetter and wetter at the soun