Seducing My Hot Brother In-Law

Ruin Me

SERAPHINA

“Yes.” I grab his shirt in both fists. “I want all of it. Stop pretending you don’t want to f**k me just as bad as I want you to.”

“f**k, Seraphina.” His voice comes out rough and low. “This is going to end badly. You know it will.”

“Then let it end badly.” I lean in and brush my lips along his jaw. “I’m not going to hurt you. I want you, really want you.”

He laughs once, short and bitter. “You’re already hurting me. Every time I look at you I get so hard it hurts. Every time I try to be the man she still believes in—” His fingers tighten on my thighs, digging in. “You’re tearing me apart.”

“Then let me tear you apart.” I pull his tie the rest of the way loose. “Stop fighting it. Stop pretending you’re someone you’re not.”

His eyes bore into mine, dark and heavy. “And who do you think I really am?”

“The guy who wants to pin me down and f**k me until I can’t think straight.” My voice shakes a little. “The guy who’s wanted me every single second since that first night.”

“Stop.” His hands slide higher, roughly shoving my dress up. “Just shut up for a second.”

“Then make me.” I hold his gaze. “Kiss me. Or shove your c**k in my mouth so I can’t say another word.”

That’s the moment he breaks. His hand fists in my hair and yanks my head back so I’m forced to look up at him.

“You really want this?” His voice drops low and commanding. “You want me to keep f*****g this tight little p***y until you’re crying and coming all over my c**k?”

“Yes.” My breath is coming too fast. “God, yes.”

He scoffs, dark and rough. “You’re such a little slut.” His other hand moves between my legs, cupping me through my panties. “Jesus Christ, you’re soaked. You’re dripping right through the fabric.”

His fingers press against the wet spot, rubbing slow, firm circles that make my hips twitch.

“How long have you been this wet for me?” he asks.

I can’t get the words out at first, just nod frantically.

“Use your words.” He presses harder, right over my c**t. “Or I stop touching you. Right now.”

“Since this morning,” I gasp. “Since I heard the shower running and pictured you in there. Since I saw you in that suit. Every minute I’m around you, I’m wet.”

“That’s what I figured.” His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties but he doesn’t pull them down yet, just tugs them tighter so the fabric bites against my swollen lips. “Walking around in these little dresses, no bra half the time, n*****s hard every time I come near you. You’ve been begging me to lose control.”

“Dominic—”

He yanks my hair again, just enough to sting. “Not my name. Not when your p***y’s throbbing like this and your thighs are shaking. Say it right.”

My heart is hammering. “Daddy.”

His eyes darken instantly. “Louder.”

“Daddy.”

“That’s better.” There’s satisfaction in his voice now. “Stand up. Take everything off. Do it slow, I want to watch every second.”

I slide off the counter on shaky legs. The air feels cold against my overheated skin, but his eyes stay locked on me, hungry.

“Slower,” he says when I start moving too fast. “When I give you an order, you follow it exactly.”

I hook my thumbs into my panties and drag them down slowly, letting him see how the wet lace clings before it finally peels away and drops to the floor. I step out of them.

“Good.” His voice is gravelly. “Now the dress. Don’t rush.”

I grip the hem. “Daddy—”

“Keep saying it,” he tells me. “Every time you do what I say. Remind yourself who owns you right now.”

“Daddy,” I breathe, and start lifting the dress.

It slides up my thighs, over my hips, past my stomach. When it finally clears my breasts my n*****s are tight and aching. I hear his breath catch.

“f**k,” he mutters under his breath. “Look at you.”

I pull the dress over my head and let it fall.

I’m completely naked now, standing there trembling while he’s still dressed, shirt sleeves rolled, tie hanging loose, looking like he’s barely holding himself together.

“Back on the counter,” he orders. “Ass right on the edge. Legs open.”

I climb up quickly. The granite is cold under my bare skin. I spread my thighs for him.

“Wider.” He steps between my legs, hands clamping down on my thighs to push them further apart. “I want to see everything.”

I open more, shameless now. His eyes drop straight to my p***y—glistening, swollen, dripping.

“Look at this mess,” he says, voice thick with want. “You’re f*****g dripping just thinking about me inside you.”

My face burns, but I don’t look away from him.

“You’re perfect like this,” he goes on, hands sliding up my thighs but stopping just short of where I need him. “Spread open, naked, desperate. Tell me what you want.”

“You,” I manage.

“Be specific.” His eyes lock on mine, demanding. “Tell me exactly what you want daddy to do to this needy pussy.”

“Touch me,” I say, voice cracking. “Please. Finger me. f**k me. Fill me up. I need your c**k inside me so bad.”

“That’s better.” He gives a small, dark smile. “You sound so f*****g good when you beg like that.”

He’s still fully dressed while I’m bare and shaking on the counter. The contrast makes everything feel dirtier.

“I could leave you like this for hours,” he says. “Legs spread, dripping, begging for it. Would you stay right here if I told you to? Naked and aching and waiting?”

“Yes.” I’m beyond pride now. “Anything you want.”

“Anything?” He leans in, breath hot against my neck. “Careful promising s**t like that.”

“I mean it.” My hands grab his shoulders, needing to touch him. “Whatever you want.”

“What I want—” His hand slides up my body and wraps around my throat, not squeezing, just holding me there. “What I want is to f**k you so hard you forget anyone else ever touched you. I want to come so deep inside you that you’re still leaking me tomorrow. I want to own every f*****g inch of you.”

“Then do it.” I arch into his grip. “Own me. Ruin me.”

“You don’t even know what you’re asking for.”

“I know exactly.” My voice is wrecked. “I want it all. Don’t hold anything back. Destroy me.”

“Good girl.” His thumb finally finds my c**t, circling slowly and perfectly. “Now beg daddy to f**k you. Tell me how bad you need this cock.”

“Please.” I’m trembling hard. “Please, daddy, f**k me. Put your c**k in me. Stretch me open. Pound me until I can’t take it anymore. I need it—I need you—please—”

He presses harder on my c**t and I cry out, hips jerking.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Let me hear how desperate you are. Your sister’s upstairs sleeping off her chemo, and you’re down here with your legs spread wide, begging me, her husband, to f**k you stupid.”

“Yes…” It comes out as a broken moan. “Yes, daddy, I’m bad. I’m your bad little girl. Your slut.”

“Damn right you are.” His eyes burn into mine. “And bad girls need to be punished, don’t they?”