Ruin me brother in law
His cock slams into me against the mansion's cold marble wall, hand clamped over my mouth to swallow my screams. Victor fucks me raw—deep, punishing, relentless—while Elena sleeps upstairs. I arch, nails digging into his back, begging through muffled moans. "More," I gasp when he lets me breathe. He growls, thrusts harder, spilling inside me with a possessive snarl. We collapse, sweaty, guilty. Tell ourselves it's the last time.
It's never the last.
I was never meant to crave my sister's husband.
Victor Ravenscroft—ice-cold billionaire, empire forged in ruthless control. To the world, Elena's perfect match: devoted, unbreakable. To me, he's the drug I can't quit.
Stolen glances ignited into filthy obsession—desperate sex in every dark corner: bent over counters, his fingers bruising my hips, my moans silenced by his palm while Elena dreams above us.
Guilt scorched. But the need devoured me whole.
I lost my job daydreaming about him. Risked everything for one more hit of his cock. Lied, manipulated, spiraled—paranoia eating me alive. Notes in shadows. Bells in the night. Poison in my veins. Every day, I break a little more—shameless, willing to burn the world for him.
Elena knows.
She doesn't rage. She watches. Smiles—that soft, loving sister smile—and savors my destruction. Tiny joys in my unraveling: a hug while I shake, tea while I weaken, texts timed to twist the knife.
She's patient. Delighted.
As my obsession hollows me out—turning me into someone who could kill, lie, steal a child’s love just for his touch—Elena waits.
Quiet.
Joyful.
For the moment I shatter completely.
Because this isn't just betrayal.
It's my self-destruction.
And she's enjoying every crack.
When the obsession finally consumes me…
will anything be left?