All Chapters of His Ruin, Hers To Steal: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Morgan POV~"Mom, mom, mom... can we get this for me?" Timothy squeaked, holding up a box of chocolate cereal with a cartoon character on the front."And this!" Tanner added, grabbing an identical box. "We need two!"I glanced at the nutrition label and winced. Basically sugar with a side of artificial coloring."How about we get the one with the berries instead?" I suggested, reaching for a healthier option.Twin groans echoed through the cereal aisle.We were at the supermarket on a Saturday morning. The place was packed with families doing their weekly shopping. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. Muzak played softly through hidden speakers. Normal. Mundane. Exactly what I needed after the chaos of the past few weeks.The company had provided groceries. A full stock of basics that had been waiting in the apartment when we arrived. But we still needed things. Snacks the boys actually liked. Coffee that didn't taste like cardboard. Normal stuff.Plus, we had a whole week before the n

~Morgan POV~"Mommy, why do you look sad?"Timothy's question came from the backseat as we drove home from school.I glanced in the rearview mirror. Both boys were watching me with those eyes. Those devastating gray eyes that looked exactly like their father's."I'm not sad, baby," I said. The lie tasted bitter. "Just tired. It was a long day.""You looked sad when you picked us up," Timothy insisted. "Ms. Rodriguez said you looked like you'd been crying."Damn it. I thought I'd fixed my makeup. Thought I'd pulled myself together enough after that conversation with Kathy.Apparently not."Ms. Rodriguez should mind her own business," I muttered."What?" Tanner leaned forward in his booster seat."Nothing, baby. I just had a hard day at work. But I'm fine now. How was school?"It was a transparent attempt to change the subject. And it might have worked.Except Tanner was too perceptive for his own good."You look like you did that time," he said quietly.My hands tightened on the steeri

~Morgan POV~The studio was freezing.Not actually freezing. But cold enough that goosebumps raised on my bare arms as I stood under the bright lights.I was wearing a white silk robe. Thin. Barely there. The kind of thing that was meant to look elegant and sensual on camera but felt ridiculous in real life.Simon stood across from me. The male model they'd paired me with for today's shoot. He was tall. Handsome in that generic catalog model way. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Perfect teeth.And completely professional.We'd practiced the poses earlier. Worked through the choreography of it. Where his hands would go. How we'd position our bodies. What angles would photograph best.It was all very technical. Very rehearsed.Nothing remotely romantic about it despite what the photos would suggest."Okay, let's try the embrace again," Rebecca called out. She stood behind the photographer, tablet in hand, reviewing each shot as it was taken. "Morgan, tilt your head back slightly. Simon, hand on

Morgan POV Matured Audience The world had narrowed to the space between his sheets, to the scent of his skin and the crushing weight of a need so profound I felt like dying.I was on all fours, my body bowed and trembling. The air was cold on my heated skin, but the fire he stoked within me was an inferno.He brought his palm to my skin for the nth time. I had lost count with all pleasure clouding my mind. "Ahhhhh...!" The sound tore from my lips. The sting had my body begging for me as I pushed back against the digits in me. He had his fingers buried. They were long and thick pressing against my core, delving into the wet, aching heat of me. It was too much. We'd been like this for the past hour. Him using my body like an instrument tuned solely to his touch, and I gracefully accepting each chord he pulled in me. “Damien, too much…” I pleaded, tears pouring my eyes. I couldn't count how long I'd been begging. I wanted the release he was so desperately prevented me from having.

Morgan POV It wasn't Rebecca waiting in the conference room. It was him. Damien stood by the window, hands in his pockets, staring out at the Manhattan skyline like he owned it. Which, knowing him, he probably did own at least part of it. My feet stopped moving. Just stopped. Like my body had independently decided this was a terrible idea and was staging a revolt. Every instinct screamed at me to turn around. Walk out. Get back in that elevator and never come back. But I couldn't. Because walking out meant questions. Meant raising suspicions. Meant potentially losing this contract and destroying Kathy's career in the process. So I stood there. Frozen in the doorway. Heart hammering. Palms sweating. He turned. Those gray eyes locked onto mine. And the air left the room. "Ms. Hayes." His voice was professional. Distant. Like he hadn't touched my face two days ago. Like I hadn't run from him like the building was on fire. "Thank you for being punctual." I forced my feet to m