Ruined in Red || 18+
I married a Luthra. Just not the one who makes me wet. My husband is soft, weak, and oblivious. His elder brother is silence, sin, and total ruin wrapped in one brutal body. He doesn't talk much. He doesn't have to. He just looks at me like he's already tasted my moans and knows exactly how I break. It started with a dark stare in a crowded room. Then his hands against my waist behind locked doors. Then the dark bruises left on my hips. Now I can't stop spreading my legs for the man I was never supposed to want. He's not mine. But he fucks me like he owns every inch I try to hide. And when I moaned his name with his brother's ring cold against my finger, he didn't push me away. He dragged me straight into hell and made me love the burn. He fucks me like I'm not supposed to exist. He kisses me like he wants me destroyed. "You're not his, Red. You never were." This isn't a sweet love story. This is pure sin. This is what it feels like to be completely consumed by the wrong man. And I was ruined. Ruined in red.
