RUIN ME SOFTLY || 18+ || BDSM ||

RUIN ME SOFTLY || 18+ || BDSM ||

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π—œ π—Ήπ—²π˜ π—Ίπ˜† π—―π—Ώπ—Όπ˜π—΅π—²π—Ώ'π˜€ π˜„π—Όπ—Ώπ˜€π˜ π—²π—»π—²π—Ίπ˜† π—Ώπ˜‚π—Άπ—» 𝗺𝗲, π™žπ™£ π™¨π™π™šπ™šπ™©π™¨. "You were born to be a queen, sweetheart. But in this penthouse? You're just mine." To the world, Natalie Vance is the flawless heiress to a luxury empire. To, Damian Viper she is the ultimate prize, the sister of his worst enemy. For years, their families traded blood and billions in a brutal corporate war. They were destined to destroy each other. But when Damian Viper traps her inside his dark penthouse, the generational hatred between them wraps into something primitive, toxic, and utterly consuming. Behind closed doors, alliances are sealed in blood, and a sovereign queen is brought to her knees by a beast who would burn the world just to keep her caged. He didn't just break her walls. He rewrote her entire rhythm. Can she ever forgive the man who broke her family or will she let him ruin her completely? πŸ”₯ ✨ π“π‘πŽππ„π’ ✨ πŸ–€ Enemies to Lovers πŸ–€ Forced Proximity πŸ–€ Praise Kink / Degradation Kink πŸ–€ Brother's Worst Enemy πŸ–€ Dark Romance & Criminal Syndicates πŸ–€ Alpha / Possessive Male Lead πŸ–€ Heavy Spice / BDSM Elements πŸ–€ High-Society / Luxury Aesthetic MATURE CONTENT: This story contains explicit sexual content, dominant/submissive dynamics, and dark themes. Intended for mature audiences only.
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Although holy, Church feels like a place I'm ready to commit sins. Him with the wooden crucifix between my legs, sprawled across the altar with his face between them. I close my eyes. just a faint touch, I lean up and I feel his soft lips graze mine, A teasing touch. A touch that makes my stomach spin. He exhales deeply as our lips part less than an inch. The urge to completely deflower him of all his morals is heightened in this moment, but I can't be the responsible party for his fall from grace.

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