Ruined By The Ruthless Don

The Devil Wanted More Than Her Life

“Any last words, princess?”

Lila’s heart stopped. The cold barrel of the gun pressed right under her chin, forcing her head back against the hard bed. She could feel the metal digging into her skin. One small movement of his finger and it would all be over.

“I… I don’t want to die,” she whispered, her voice cracking completely. Tears poured down her face. “Please… I’m begging you. I haven’t even lived yet. I’ll do anything you want. Just don’t shoot me.”

Damien looked down at her for what felt like forever.

His face was stone cold. No smile or anger. It was just blank and empty darkness.

He slowly moved the gun down her body, the metal sliding between her breasts, across her stomach, and stopping right above her p***y.

Lila whimpered. She tried to close her legs but the chains kept them spread open.

“No… please. I’m a virgin. I’ve never let anyone touch me there. Don’t… don’t do this.”

He pressed the side of the gun against her soft folds. The cold metal made her gasp sharply. Her body jumped against the chains.

Shame burned her face as she felt herself getting wet even though she was terrified.

Damien noticed that immediately, then his eyes narrowed.

He rubbed the gun slowly up and down against her, teasing her c**t with the hard, cold barrel.

Lila bit her lip hard, trying not to make any sound, but a small, scared moan slipped out anyway.

“Stop…” she cried softly. “It’s not… I’m just scared. Please stop.

He didn’t stop. He kept the slow, teasing movement while his other hand grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it hard.

His thumb rubbed her n****e roughly. Lila’s back arched.

Another unwanted moan escaped her mouth. Her p***y was getting wetter against the gun, the shame making her cry even harder.

Damien leaned over her, his body close enough that she could feel his heat. His voice came low and rough near her ear.

“Your body is betraying you, princess. You’re soaking the gun of the man who’s going to decide if you live or die.”

Lila shook her head fast, sobbing. “No… that’s not true. I hate this. I hate you. Please just let me go.”

But her hips twitched. The slow rubbing of the cold metal was building something inside her she didn’t want.

Her breathing became fast and shaky. Her n*****s were hard and sensitive under his rough fingers. She felt dirty and scared and confused all at once.

Damien suddenly pulled the gun away. Lila’s body throbbed with confusion, left aching and wet. She hated how empty she felt the moment he stopped.

He stood up straight and looked down at her spread, dripping p***y.

Then his eyes showed something dark and hungry. He put the gun on the table and started unbuckling his belt slowly, his gaze never leaving her body.

Lila’s eyes widened in fresh panic.

“No… please don’t,” she begged, voice breaking. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I’ll do anything you say. Just don’t… don’t hurt me like that.”

He pulled the belt out of his pants with one smooth motion. The leather made a soft sound that terrified her. He folded it in his hands, testing it, then stepped closer again.

Lila’s heart pounded so hard she thought she might faint.

He stood right beside the bed, belt in one hand, staring down at her naked, chained, and trembling body. His voice was quiet but heavy.

“Beg better.”