Love me Or Ruin me

Chapter Three

“Larissa! Get the hell up right now!”

My roommate’s sharp voice pierced through the thick fog of sleep like a knife. I groaned loudly, pulling the duvet over my head in protest. Every inch of my body screamed in protest.

My thighs ached deeply, my ass still burned from the relentless s****s, and my n*****s were sore and hypersensitive, brushing painfully against the sheets with even the smallest movement. Between my legs, I felt raw, used, and sticky. I just wanted to disappear into the mattress and never face reality again.

“Larissa! I’m not joking! It’s already nine-thirty! You were supposed to be at Voss Tower by eight o’clock!”

Camila shouted again, louder and more urgent this time. I could hear her footsteps coming closer to my room.

Nine-thirty.

The words slammed into me like ice water. My eyes flew open and I sat up so fast that the room spun violently. A sharp wave of dizziness hit me as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. The second my feet touched the floor, my knees buckled.

The full weight of everything that had happened last night crashed down on me all at once — Arian’s brutal hands, his thick c**k stretching me open, the way he used me like I was his personal toy until the early hours of the morning.

“s**t… s**t, s**t, s**t!” I gasped, grabbing onto the edge of the dresser to stop myself from falling.

Camila appeared in the doorway, eyes wide as she took in my wrecked appearance.

“Jesus, Larissa. What the hell happened to you? You look like you got hit by a truck… or f****d by one. Are you okay?”

If only she knew the truth.

I didn’t have time to explain or even come up with a lie. “I’m late. Really late,” I muttered, rushing past her into the bathroom and slamming the door shut. My hands trembled as I turned the shower on as hot as I could stand it. Steam quickly filled the small space. The moment the scalding water hit my skin, I hissed through my teeth.

The heat stung against every bruise, every bite mark, and every tender spot Arian had left on my body.

As I scrubbed my skin roughly, vivid flashes from the penthouse kept assaulting me.

The way Arian had carried me from his private office straight into the elevator, his c*m still leaking down my thighs. How he pinned me against the floor-to-ceiling windows of his luxurious penthouse, my naked breasts pressed hard against the cold glass while he f****d me from behind, deep and merciless, growling in my ear that the entire city could watch me get ruined if he wanted. The brutal way he had me ride him on his massive king-sized bed, one hand choking my throat while the other slapped my ass red, forcing me to look into his dark eyes and repeat “I belong to you” until my voice broke. Then later, when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he had taken my ass — slow and torturous at first, stretching me open with his huge c**k, then pounding me without mercy until I was screaming and cumming so hard I nearly passed out. He filled every single hole with load after thick load, making me kneel and clean his c**k with my tongue like a good little w***e before finally calling his driver to take me home just before dawn.

My sore p***y clenched hard at the memories, sending a fresh wave of shameful heat through my exhausted body. Even now, aching and completely drained, the thought of him made me wet again. I hated how addicted I already felt.

I finished showering as fast as humanly possible, dried off, and rushed back to my small bedroom. Camila was still hovering worriedly near the door, but I ignored her questions. I threw on my black pencil skirt and a simple cream blouse, wincing every time the fabric brushed over my sensitive, marked skin.

The skirt felt tight against my bruised ass. The blouse rubbed against my sore n*****s, making me bite my lip to hold back a moan. I sat at my tiny vanity and applied makeup with hurried, slightly shaky hands — heavy concealer to hide the dark hickeys and bite marks on my neck and collarbone, a bold dark red lipstick, and quick smoky eyes to look somewhat put together. My long hair went up into a neat, professional bun.

When I looked in the mirror, I still looked like a girl who had spent the entire night getting destroyed by her ruthless boss, but it would have to be enough.

I grabbed my bag, slipped on my heels, and ran out of the apartment, barely hearing Camila’s final worried shout behind me.

The taxi ride to Voss Tower felt agonizingly slow. Traffic was heavy, and every second that passed made my anxiety worse. I kept replaying Arian’s cold warning from last night in my head. He was not a man who tolerated mistakes. Especially not from me.

By the time the gleaming glass tower came into view, my heart was pounding so hard I felt sick. I paid the driver quickly and practically ran through the luxurious marble lobby, ignoring the strange looks from other employees. I took the private executive elevator straight up to the top floors.

The moment the doors opened on the executive level, the entire open-plan office went deathly quiet. Heads turned. Whispers spread like wildfire. I kept my chin up and walked as steadily as I could toward my desk right outside Arian’s massive corner office, even though every step reminded me painfully of how thoroughly he had used me.

I didn’t even get the chance to sit down.

“Larissa!” Arian’s deep, furious voice boomed from inside his office like thunder. “Get in here. Now!”

The temperature on the entire floor seemed to drop ten degrees. My stomach twisted violently. I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and stepped into his office, closing the heavy door behind me with a soft, final click.

Arian Voss sat behind his enormous mahogany desk like a king ready to pass judgment. His tailored black suit was flawless, his white shirt crisp, and his expression pure ice-cold rage. Those same dark eyes that had burned with possessive lust last night were now filled with nothing but fury and cold disappointment.

“You’re late,” he started, his voice dangerously low.

“I’m so sorry, sir. I overslept and—”

He slammed his fist on the desk with a loud bang that made me jump. Then he rose slowly to his full, intimidating height, towering behind the desk.

“Two hours!” he shouted, his voice rising with raw aggression. “Two f*****g hours late, Larissa! Do you think my company runs according to your lazy f*****g whims?

Do you think the millions of dollars at stake every single day can wait for you to drag your worthless ass out of bed?”

I shrank back, my hands trembling visibly at my sides. “No, sir. It won’t happen again,

I swear—”

“Shut your mouth!” he roared, walking around the desk with heavy, aggressive steps.

He stopped just a few feet away from me, eyes blazing with cold fury. “I built this empire from the ground up through discipline and ruthless efficiency. I do not tolerate incompetence. I do not tolerate laziness. And I absolutely refuse to tolerate a secretary who disrespects my time like this!”

His voice echoed off the walls, sharp and terrifying. “You are replaceable, Larissa. Do not ever forget that. I can have a new girl sitting at your desk within the hour — someone who actually understands the meaning of professionalism and respect.

Someone who doesn’t show up looking like she spent the night being f****d senseless!”

Humiliation burned across my face. I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.

“I expect the full quarterly reports — every single one — on my desk by three o’clock sharp. Not a minute later. If even one figure is wrong, if one page is missing, or if they are not absolutely perfect, you will regret ever stepping foot in this building. Am I making myself crystal clear?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He stared at me for a long, suffocating moment, jaw clenched tight, breathing heavily with restrained rage.

“Get the f**k out of my sight. And fix yourself up properly. You look like absolute s**t.

I will not have my entire staff thinking my personal secretary is some useless, irresponsible slut who can’t even show up on time. Move!”

I nodded quickly, turned on shaky legs, and hurried out of his office. The moment the door closed behind me, I felt the eyes of the entire floor on me. I sat down at my desk with my heart hammering wildly and my hands still trembling.

The rest of the day stretched ahead like pure torture. Cold, ruthless Arian watching my every move. No mercy. No softness. Only ice, aggression, and the heavy knowledge of what he had done to my body the night before.