Razed and Ruined:Addicted to Sin

Morning Wood Service

Sunlight sliced through the penthouse windows, warm across Lila’s bare skin. She woke slowly, disoriented by the unfamiliar weight of an arm around her waist. Then she felt it — the thick, heavy pressure of Raze already deep inside her, moving in slow, lazy strokes.

Her eyes snapped open.

He was spooned tight behind her, breathing warm against her neck. He didn’t stop.

“Raze” Her voice came out shaky. Part of her wanted to pull away. The rest of her body betrayed her, clenching tightly around him as fresh wetness eased his movements.

“Shh,” he murmured, kissing the back of her shoulder. “You were already soaked. Moaning my name in your sleep. I couldn’t wait.”

Lila’s heart hammered. This was too much, too fast. She should tell him to stop. Instead, she pushed back against him, a small, conflicted sound escaping her throat. The stretch burned in the best and worst ways after last night.

For a few minutes it stayed almost tender — slow rolls of his hips, his hand gentle on her breast. Then something shifted. His grip tightened on her hip and the pace turned rougher, deeper. Lila buried her face in the pillow to muffle her moans.

When he pulled out and flipped her onto her back, she stared up at him, chest heaving.

“I have work,” she whispered, even as her legs parted for him.

Raze settled between her thighs and pushed back inside her in one smooth thrust. “Call in sick.”

He f****d her harder then, watching her face the entire time. Lila felt exposed, raw. When the pleasure built too sharply, she blurted out the word that had been hovering on her tongue since last night.

“Please, Daddy…”

Raze froze mid-thrust. For a second something vulnerable flashed across his face — surprise, hunger, and a flicker of uncertainty, like she’d just cracked open a door he hadn’t expected her to find. Then the hunger won.

“Say it again,” he growled, voice rough with his hands raise.

He snack her ass hard.

“Daddy,” she winced, half-embarrassed, half-exhilarated.

He lost control after that, pounding into her with deep, punishing strokes until she came hard, crying out as her body shook. He followed moments later, spilling deep inside her with a low groan.

They lay tangled together afterward. Lila’s mind spun. Part of her felt euphoric. Another part felt quietly terrified at how easily she was letting him rewrite her boundaries.

Raze eventually pulled her into the shower. Steam filled the marble space. Lila sank to her knees before he could ask, taking him into her mouth. She tasted both of them. The intimacy of it made her cheeks burn, but she didn’t stop.

When he was close, he pulled her up, turned her to face the glass, and f****d her standing. One hand between her legs, the other resting at her throat. She came again, legs trembling so badly he had to hold her upright.

At the last moment he pulled out, guided her back to her knees, and stroked himself.

“Open your mouth,” he said softly.

Lila hesitated. Her pulse raced. This felt different — more permanent. More exposing. She looked up at him, searching his face, then parted her lips

He came across her tongue in thick pulses. Before she could swallow, he reached for his phone on the counte

Lila tensed. “Raze…

“Just for me,” he murmured, voice low and coaxing. “I want to remember exactly how you look right now.”

She held still, heart pounding, as he took the photos and a short video. The vulnerability made her feel small and strangely powerful at the same time. When he finally nodded, she swallowed, cheeks burning.

Raze helped her up and kissed her forehead — almost tender. “Good girl.”

By the time they stepped out of the shower, Lila’s legs were shaking so badly she could barely stand. She sat on the edge of the bed wrapped in a towel, staring at her phone. Twenty-seven missed messages. Her boss. Her mother. Marcus

“I can’t just skip work,” she said quietly.

Raze crouched in front of her, hands resting on her thighs. “You already did. Tell them you’re sick. Because you are — you’re wrecked. Still full of me. Still thinking about how many times I made you come.”

Lila stared at him. The arrogance should have angered her. Instead it sent a confusing mix of shame and desire through her exhausted body. She called her office with a voice still hoarse and lied about food poisoning.

When she hung up, Raze was watching her with quiet satisfaction

But as he pulled her back into bed, Lila felt the weight of what she’d just done. Another door closing. Another piece of her old life slipping awa

And the scariest part wasn’t that Raze was pushing her.

It was how willingly she was letting him.