Ruined By The Ruthless Don

The Devil Chose Desire Over Revenge

Damien’s hand tightened around the belt the second his underboss burst through the door.

Victor Voss’s men were already moving? That was faster than he expected.

“Boss, they hit two of our spots downtown,” Marco said quickly, eyes flicking to the naked girl chained on the bed for only a second before looking away.

Smart man.

“They’re coming heavy. We need you upstairs now.”

Damien didn’t move right away. His eyes stayed on Lila.

She was breathing hard, her curvy body still flushed and wet from the teasing, tears on her cheeks.

She looked terrified and confused, like she didn’t understand what her own body had just done.

He felt something twist in his chest. A small, annoying pull. He had killed men for less than what she saw.

He should have put a bullet in her the moment he grabbed her.

But here she was, Victor Voss’s precious daughter, naked and dripping for him, and he couldn’t pull the trigger.

“Handle the front team,” Damien told Marco, voice flat. “I’ll be up in five.”

Marco nodded and disappeared, closing the door behind him.

Damien turned back to Lila. She shrank against the bed as much as the chains allowed, eyes wide with fresh fear.

“Please don’t hurt me,” she whispered. “I heard what he said. My father is coming. Just let me go to him. I won’t say anything about you.”

He stepped closer. The belt was still in his hand. He dragged the leather slowly over her stomach, watching her muscles twitch.

Her n*****s were still hard. Her p***y was still glistening. The sight made his c**k strain against his pants, but he held back.

He wasn’t an animal who took girls by force while they cried. Not usually. But this one… this one was making him question everything.

“You think your father is coming to save you?” he asked quietly.

He pressed the belt between her legs again, rubbing it gently against her wet folds. Lila gasped and bit her lip, trying not to moan.

“He’s coming to start a war. And you’re right in the middle of it.”

Lila’s breathing hitched as he kept the slow, teasing pressure. Her hips moved a little, chasing the feeling even as she shook her head.

“I don’t want any war,” she said, voice small. “I just want to go home. Please… I’m scared of what you’re going to do to me.”

Damien watched her face closely.

The way her eyes fluttered every time the leather brushed her c**t. The way her thighs trembled.

She was so innocent, so responsive, and it was f*****g with his head.

He dropped the belt on the bed and used his fingers instead. Two thick fingers slid along her wet slit, coating them before circling her c**t with firm, steady strokes.

Lila whimpered loudly, her back arching off the mattress.

“Stop fighting it,” he murmured. “Your body already knows who it belongs to now.”

He pushed one finger inside her slowly, just to the first knuckle. She was so tight, so hot.

Lila cried out, a mix of fear and unwanted pleasure. He moved it gently, feeling her squeeze around him while his thumb kept working her c**t.

Lila’s head fell back. “It feels… too much,” she gasped. “I can’t… I don’t want this.”

But she was getting wetter. Her walls fluttered around his finger. Damien’s jaw clenched.

He wanted to bury himself inside her right now, to claim her completely while her father’s men were coming. But something held him back.

A conscience he thought he had buried years ago.

He added a second finger, stretching her carefully, curling them to hit that spot inside.

Lila moaned louder, her chained body twisting. Tears kept falling, but her p***y was gripping him greedily.

Damien leaned down, his mouth close to her ear.

“When I f**k you for real, princess,” he whispered, “you’re going to scream my name. I don't want it to be from fear. But from needing it.”

Lila shook her head, but another moan escaped her as he sped up his fingers. She was close again. So close.

Suddenly, gunshots echoed from upstairs. Loud and close.

Damien froze. His fingers stilled inside her.

More shots, shouting and the sound of breaking glass.

Lila’s eyes flew open in panic. “What’s happening?”

Damien pulled his fingers out of her. He wiped them on his pants, picked up his gun from the table, and looked at her one last time; naked, wet, chained, and trembling on the edge of release.

He headed for the door.

“Stay quiet,” he said over his shoulder.

Just as he reached for the handle, the basement door exploded inward with a deafening bang.

Victor Voss’s men stormed in, guns raised.

The first bullet whizzed past Damien’s head.