All Chapters of Used, Corrupted and Ruined (An Off-Limits Collection): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ella's POV I should’ve known Coach Alice had ulterior motives when she invited me to the game with a strict dress code.Watching the boys’ volleyball team play their first game of the season was definitely not the only reason I got her text.I wasn't wrong. Her hands had been up my skirt the entire game.While the crowd jeered and cheered every point, celebrating the team's dominance, I kept shrieking in my seat… praying to every god in existence no one on the court side seats would think to turn back and look at me.“You're a little tight. Loosen up a bit.”The nerve to tell me that while her fingers spread my lips apart.My fingers tightened around the edges of my seat as I searched for anything and everything that could ground me. A useless, pathetic attempt.“Please. Stop” I silently whimpered. “If I cum—”“You will cum” she answered. “And you'll cum on this seat like the good girl you are. Right Ella?”The crowd roared in unison, everyone rising on their feet after a powerful

Ella's POVStar? Show? Perform?The words kept spinning in my shattered mind.My head was still dizzy, my body sore and leaking from everything that had happened earlier. But Jordan stayed crouched in front of me, one hand on my cheek, his voice deceptively gentle.“Are you okay, honey?”No.I couldn’t say it. My tongue felt heavy. My legs wouldn’t stop trembling.I could feel all their eyes on me. Heavy. Predatory.And then, I felt ‘his’ eyes. The culprit still on the stairs. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to be anywhere near here. “Jordan—”“It's alright baby. I'll take care of you.”My hands should've stopped fidgeting at those words. They didn't.“Hold me” he said.I wrapped my arms over his shoulders and he reached underneath me, gently lifting me off the ground and carrying me down to the dining table.But the moment my vision cleared, horror flooded me.Because now, every member of the volleyball team was staring at me like fresh meat. Jacob and Koman were hanging

Damien's POVThe metal gates of GrundgeVille Penitentiary slammed shut behind me with a sound that echoed straight into my bones. Three years. Thirty-six months of concrete walls, steel bars, and the kind of silence that eats a man alive. I stood on the cracked sidewalk under the blazing afternoon sun, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, the cheap black hoodie and jeans they’d issued me already sticking to my skin from the heat. Prison had carved me into something new. I wasn’t the twenty-three-year-old hothead who’d walked in here anymore. Back then I’d still had some softness in my face, some foolish loyalty in my chest. Now, at twenty-six, I was broader, heavier, every muscle earned from pushing iron in the yard and fighting to stay alive. The tattoos snaking up my neck and across my knuckles told their own stories… marks I’d never erase. A thin scar cut through my left eyebrow, a souvenir from a shiv that almost ended me in year two.And all of it, every brutal day, was because

Damien's POV I gripped Lila’s ponytail tighter, staring down at her as she knelt between my legs in my old bedroom. Her hazel eyes looked up at me… wide, guilty, and glistening with lust. My cock throbbed heavy and thick in front of her face, veins pulsing after three years of nothing but my own fist.“Open your mouth, little sister,” I growled.Lila parted her lips obediently. The second her warm tongue touched the underside of my cockhead, I groaned and shoved forward, feeding her the first few inches. She gagged instantly, her throat tightening around me, but I didn’t pull back. I held her there, letting her adjust to my size.“That’s it. Choke on what you owe me.”Tears pricked her eyes as I started thrusting, fucking her face with patient, purposeful strokes. Saliva dripped down her chin onto her white sundress, soaking the fabric over her tits. Every time I hit the back of her throat she made wet, obscene noises that only made me harder. I used her ponytail like a handle, pulli

Damien's POV The afternoon sun poured through the windows as I sat on the couch, legs spread, watching Lila crawl naked across the living room floor. She still had my cum from earlier leaking down her thighs. A thick silicone plug, one I’d found in her secret drawer, stretched her tight little ass, making her whimper with every movement while she “cleaned” the floor on her hands and knees.“Arch your back more,” I ordered. “Show me what I own.”She obeyed, pushing her ass higher. I reached down and twisted the plug, making her gasp sharply.“Please, Sir… it’s so full,” she begged.“Good. You’ll wear it until I decide to replace it with my cock.”I was just about to drag her upstairs to our parents’ bedroom when the doorbell rang.Lila froze, eyes wide with panic. “Who—?”“Stay here. Don’t make a sound.”I zipped up my jeans and walked to the front door. Through the peephole I saw Lena Doyle… our divorced neighbor from next door. Mid-thirties, curvy, with fiery red hair and a body tha