Ruined by Mr Voss

Chapter 2: Reckless Surrender

This stranger looked at me like he already wanted to devour me, and for the first time since I walked into that nightmare apartment, the crushing pain in my chest eased slightly, replaced by something hot and reckless.

My heart hammered so hard that I was sure he could hear it over the distant hum of the party downstairs. I stood frozen in the doorway, the steam curling around me like a living thing, carrying his scent, sandalwood, musk, and pure male heat.

He was even more overwhelming up close. Tall, powerfully built, every inch of him carved as if he belonged in some forbidden sculpture, water still glistened on his skin, tracing the ridges of his abs and lower body, where his c**k hung heavy and already half-hard between his thighs.

The weight of the evening pressed down on me again, as I remembered Mark’s cruel smirk, Sarah’s satisfied moan, and the shattered cake on the floor. I had driven here broken and convinced that I was the problem, but this stranger’s gaze didn’t hold pity or disappointment. It held raw desire, that made my pulse race for reasons I didn’t want to examine too closely.

He tilted his head, those storm-gray eyes raking over me slowly, and appreciatively like a predator sizing up its prey.

“You’re late,” he repeated, as he voiced a low rumble that sent heat pooling low in my belly. “But f**k, the pictures didn’t do you justice.”

I opened my mouth to correct him that I wasn’t whoever he was expecting, that I was just the heartbroken daughter looking for a bathroom, but the words died in my throat, as Mark’s voice was still echoing in my head.

The way he looked at me, made me step inside and let the door click shut behind me without speaking.

A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. “Good girl,” he said, closing the distance in two strides, towering over me, as one large hand came up to cup my jaw, his thumb brushing across my lower lip, wiping away a stray tear I hadn’t realized was still there. His touch was firm, commanding, and nothing like Mark’s hesitant and selfish groping.

“Rough night?” he murmured, his eyes darkening as he studied my face. “Doesn’t matter, You’re here now,” Whatever broke you, I’ll make you forget it,

Before I could overthink it, he leaned down and kissed me. It wasn’t gentle, but claiming. His mouth was hot and insistent, his tongue sweeping in to taste me like he already owned me. I gasped into the kiss, and he took full advantage, deepening it until my knees weakened. My hands came up instinctively, pressing against the hard planes of his chest, his skin was still damp, burning beneath my palms.

He groaned softly, the sound vibrating through me, and backed me up until my hips hit the marble counter. The cold stone contrasted sharply with the heat of his body as he pressed against me. I could feel him now thick and hardening rapidly against my stomach.

“Tell me what you want,” he breathed against my lips, nipping at the bottom one, one hand slid down my side, gripping my waist possessively, while the other traced the curve of my neck, sending shivers cascading down my spine.

Instead of answering with words, I kissed him back harder. My fingers tangled in his wet hair, pulling him closer, as he made an approving sound and lifted me effortlessly onto the counter, stepping between my thighs, the movement hiked up my dress, exposing the black lace panties beneath, the cool air kissed my skin, heightening every sensation.

“Beautiful,” he growled, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down my neck. He sucked at the sensitive spot just below my ear, then lower, his teeth grazing my collarbone, as his hands were everywhere sliding under the hem of my dress, palming my thighs, then higher. When his fingers brushed the damp lace between my legs, I jolted, a small whimper escaping my lips.

“Already wet for me?” He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, a wicked glint in his, “I like that.”

He didn’t ask for permission as two thick fingers pushed the lace aside and stroked me, parting my folds and circling my c**t with devastating precision. A sharp moan escaped me, it was loud, needy, and nothing like the silent endurance I have faked for years with Mark, my hips bucked involuntarily, the way he touched me was confident, he focused entirely on my pleasure, like he had all the time in the world to learn what made me fall apart.

“That’s it,” he praised, his voice rough. “Let me hear you,” He kissed me again, swallowing my cries as he slid one finger inside me, then another, curling them just right. The stretch, pressure, and the way he seemed to know exactly how to touch me was overwhelming. Pleasure built fast and sharp, coiling tight in my core.

I reached for him, wrapping my hand around his now fully hard c**k. He was thick, velvet-smooth steel, pulsing in my grip. I stroked him tentatively at first, then with more confidence as he groaned into my mouth and thrust into my fist. The power I felt the moment his breath hitched when I squeezed a little tighter made me bolder. For once, I wasn’t overthinking or worrying about doing it wrong.

“f**k, your hands feel good,” he muttered. He pumped his fingers faster, his thumb working my c**t in tight circles, my thighs trembled. I was so embarrassingly close already.

He seemed to sense it and pulled his fingers out, leaving me aching and empty, he brought them to his mouth, tasting me with a low hum of approval. Then he gripped the neckline of my dress and tugged it down, exposing my breasts. The cool air hit my n*****s, making them tighten instantly.

He bent his head and took one into his mouth, sucking hard while his hand returned between my legs. The dual sensation, the wet heat on my breast, and his skilled fingers working my p***y, had me whimpering, and grinding against his hand like I’d lost all control.

I stroked him faster, twisting my wrist at the head the way I hoped he’d like, his hips jerked. “Careful, sweetheart. You keep that up and I’ll bend you over this counter right now.”

The words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me, part of me wanted exactly that, to be taken hard and fast, to erase every cruel memory from earlier tonight. But the reckless, and curious part, wanted to savor and feel everything I had been denied.

He switched to my other breast, biting it gently, then soothing it with his tongue. His fingers curled inside me again, hitting a spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.

“Please,” I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for.

He lifted his head, his eyes blazing with hunger. His free hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back so I had to meet his gaze.

“Please what?” he demanded, his voice dark. “Tell me.”