Uninvited Ruin

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:DOMINIC ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

"If you want me out of this pool, Dominic Prescott, you are going to have to physically force me out."

The defiant words hung in the humid night air.

My pulse spiked. One hundred forty-two beats per minute. My standard resting rate is fifty-eight.

Women threw themselves at me in my exclusive clubs, flocking around my VIP tables hoping I would notice them. They dropped their keys in my parking garages, feigning accidents. They spilled champagne on their designer dresses at charity galas just so I would have to look down at their chests.

They used every desperate tactic imaginable.

But no one had ever possessed the sheer audacity to break onto my private island.

That trespass alone should have landed her in serious trouble. I employ a ruthless security team for a reason.

But the second my gaze locked onto hers up on that terrace, my physiological systems hijacked my brain.

My pupils dilated without cause.

A sharp, relentless heat stretched low in my abdomen.

Every single biological marker pointed to one distinct reality. Arousal.

Uncontrollable arousal.

My body does not react like this. Ever.

I fuck. Yes. Plenty. But it remains simple biology. A controlled release. It is a fundamental need I satisfy the exact same way I eat a meal or sleep eight hours.

Yet here I stood, a prisoner in my own skin. Every calculated system I had spent decades perfecting was overridden by a girl standing chest-deep in my pool.

Maybe it was her eyes. Green mixed with blue. The most distracting, stormy pair I had ever looked into. Or maybe it was the way her dark, long hair clung to her wet skin. Maybe it was the way her slender shoulders trembled, yet she stubbornly refused to step back.

I needed to call security. Girls do not just stumble onto private islands. They are either unstable or they are plants sent by my corporate enemies.

But I could not look away from her.

I moved without thinking. The water dragged at my legs as I cornered her against the stone pool edge.

"You're still in my pool. I told you to get out." I stared down at her upturned face.

"No."

Nobody says no to me.

Hearing that tiny syllable fall from her mouth sent my pulse climbing again. One forty-eight. One fifty-one.

"I'm not leaving." She breathed, her chest rising and falling.

My ironclad control slipped. Just slightly.

"You're testing my patience, little girl."

"I'm not a little girl, and I don't want you to fuck me like one." She snapped right back, fire blazing in her mismatched eyes.

She reached behind her back. The metal clasp of her bra snapped open.

She let the garment fall away.

She stood naked in my pool. The dark water barely shielded the tight swells of her caramel skin. She wore a brave face. But the tiny shivers rippling over her skin? The uneven, shallow breaths? Those small betrayals gave her away.

Fuck.

Every nerve in my body fired at once. Adrenaline. Testosterone. Dopamine. The cocktail flooded my system like a lethal drug I had never tried before.

I grabbed her narrow waist. I yanked her against my chest hard enough to knock the air straight from her lungs.

"Rule number one, princess. I don't fuck. I ruin. Every inch of you will ache with my name tomorrow." I gripped her throat, letting my fingers press into her soft skin.

She gasped. I felt her frantic pulse hammering against my palm.

"Then ruin me. I want you to ruin me, Dominic Prescott." Her voice fractured into a desperate whisper.

My mind screamed a warning. *Don't do this, Dominic.*

But my lips crashed into hers like a starving junkie desperate for his next high. The very first taste of her made me crave more. I thrust my tongue past her lips. She opened for me like she was made for my mouth. Like she had spent her whole life waiting for a man to devour her.

I bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw a whimper. The soft, desperate sound vibrating in my mouth made my cock throb.

*That’s my good girl.*

My hands roamed everywhere. I grabbed her round ass. I squeezed her firm tits. I intended to leave bruises. She made these broken, needy sounds that drove me insane.

"Dominic..."

Fuck. The way she moaned my name. Like she possessed special permission when no one else in my life did.

I spun her around and shoved her chest flush against the pool edge. "Hands on the tiles. Now."

She obeyed immediately. She gripped the cold stone. The sight of her bent over for me—her wet skin gleaming in the moonlight, her ass thrust in the air, waiting for me—nearly ended my restraint right there.

I kicked her legs apart. Wider.

"You want rough?" I growled next to her ear. I ground my aching cock right against the cleft of her ass.

"Yes..."

"You're going to fucking get it."

I fisted my hand in her wet hair. I yanked her head back, exposing the long column of her throat. I sank my teeth right into her neck. She cried out, her frame shuddering against my front.

My hand slid down, pushing between her thighs.

"Jesus Christ, you are gushing wet." I groaned against her skin.

I rubbed her swollen clit once. Twice. She bucked back against my hand like she possessed zero control over her own muscles.

"Please..."

"Please what?" I demanded, keeping my voice low and cruel.

"Please fuck me..."

I smacked her ass hard. The sharp crack ricocheted off the water and echoed into the night.

She gasped, her spine arching beautifully under my hand.

I struck her skin again. Harder.

"Dominic... oh god..."

Oh, I would make damn sure she never forgot my name.

"You like that? Like it when I hurt you a little?" I squeezed the exact spot where I had just struck her red skin.

"Yes..."

"Say it." I commanded.

"I like it when you hurt me..."

Fuck. I positioned myself at her slick entrance. The thick head of my cock teased the wet folds of her cunt. "You want this inside you?"

"Yes..."

"Beg for it."

"Please." She whimpered softly.

"Properly." I held back, denying her the friction she craved.

"Please fuck me, Dominic... please... I need your cock... I need..."

I drove into her tight pussy in one savage, brutal thrust.

Holy fuck.

Tight. So fucking tight my lungs seized. It felt like she was choking my cock. My vision blanked to pure white for a fraction of a second.

She cried out, a sharp pitch straight from hell. Her posture went rigid against the tiles. I froze in place because something felt wrong. A barrier tearing.

But she pushed her hips back against me, taking me deeper.

"Don't stop. Please don’t stop." She choked out the words, her fingers digging into the stone.

I pulled out and slammed back in. Harder. Deeper.

She was taking every inch of me.

I gripped her hips hard enough to leave my fingerprints stamped into her flesh. I fucked her like I owned her. Like she was mine to destroy. Fast. Rough. Merciless. The pool water thrashed around our moving bodies, spilling over the infinity edge.

My hand slid up her wet torso. I palmed her breast roughly, squeezing the sensitive peak.

"Is this what you wanted? Wanted my cock wrecking this tight little cunt?" I snarled, pounding relentlessly into her.

"Yes... yes... oh god..."

I reached down between us. I found her swollen clit. I pressed down, rubbing the sensitive nerve while I hammered into her over and over again.

She was sobbing now. Actual wet sobs mixed with filthy, breathless moans.

"You feel that? Feel me wrecking this tight little pussy?" My free hand locked around her throat, holding her steady.

"Dominic—Please—"

"This is what you asked for. Take it. All of it." I fucked her even harder, the water churning around our waists.

Her legs shook beneath the surface. Her frame quaked with the impending climax.

I pinched her clit hard. She screamed my name out into the darkness.

"That's my good girl. Scream for me."

"Dominic... I'm going to... I'm... oh god..."

"Come on my cock. Do it. Now." I rubbed her clit faster, matching my brutal thrusts to the rhythm.

She detonated. Her pussy clenched around me so tight I almost blacked out. She sobbed my name as the orgasm ripped through her system.

I followed her over the edge. I groaned loudly as I emptied my heavy load deep inside her. My muscles seized with the pure, devastating force of it.

Nothing. No one. Had ever made me lose my grip like this.

For a long second, we just stayed frozen in place. Both of us gasping for air. Her body went slack against the pool edge. She was held above the water only by my hands gripping her hips.

I pulled back slightly to give her room.

Oh shit.

Red.

A crimson ribbon streaked through the clear water, swirling between her parted thighs.

I pulled my cock out and spun her around to face me. Her eyes were glazed over, barely able to stay open.

"Look at me." I ordered.

She blinked slowly, fighting to focus her gaze on my face.

"Was this your first time?"

Her swollen lips parted. She hesitated for a breath. Then she gave a single nod.

"Fuck, your first time and I fucked you like that? In a goddamn pool?" I raked a wet hand back through my hair.

She bit her lip, looking down. "I..."

My phone buzzed loudly on the pool deck.

Knox. My right-hand man.

I stared at the glowing screen, then back at her. She hugged her arms across her bare chest, looking at me like a wounded animal.

The phone kept buzzing, demanding attention.

Just like that, my fundamental wiring kicked back into gear. Logic. Priority. Control.

My heart rate dropped back to normal. My muscle tension eased.

My brain categorized the girl standing before me: Risk. Complication. Distraction.

I hauled myself backward through the water, putting distance between us, and grabbed my phone.

"This better be fucking important."

"We're losing South Summit. The numbers are down by fifty. It's everywhere." Knox fired back immediately through the speaker.

Ice flooded my veins.

"Call an emergency meeting tomorrow morning. Seven thirty. I want everyone there."

"Already done."

I ended the call. My mind was already racing through political strategies, corporate countermoves, and ruthless damage control.

I turned back toward the edge of the pool.

She was gone.

The water was perfectly still.

Where the fuck did she go?

My pulse started climbing again. One fifty-six.

She could not have gone far. The island was private. Gated. Monitored. There was nowhere to run.

I hauled myself out of the pool. Water streamed off my skin as I scanned the dark perimeter of the terrace.

I barely took two steps when I saw it.

A plastic ID card resting on the stone deck.

Wet. Face-up.

I bent down and picked it up.

❖ MADDIE BROOKS ❖

❖ Summit College ❖

❖ Prescott Foundation Scholar ❖

The solid ground shifted under my bare feet.

She goes to my daughter's school?

I fund her education?

And I just took her virginity. Brutally. In my pool.

What the fuck did you do, Dominic?