Destroyed (Ruined #3) Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Ruined Series by T.O. Smith
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Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
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Oh, God, he was even more ripped than he was when he left.

He pulled back from me, and I whined as I opened my eyes to look up at him. God, his eyes were so green—like an emerald. “You’re a hundred percent sure that you want this?” he asked me.

“Yes, Ink,” I told him. “I want this. I want all of this with you.”

He growled and lifted me off the bar stool with his hands gripping my thighs. I quickly linked my arms around his neck and locked my legs around his hips. He took my lips in another hard kiss, his hands squeezing my thighs. I moaned at the feeling. Before, he hadn’t really been able to do that, but now?

God, I was kind of pissed that I hadn’t gained weight earlier—before he had left. Because him squeezing the softer parts of my body? It was a fucking turn on.

I moaned low in my throat as I tangled my fingers in his dark hair, angling my head to give him better access. He deepened this kiss as he stepped into a room, slamming the door shut behind him. He pulled his lips from mine a moment later. I was panting, finding it hard to catch my breath.

“I need to set you down,” he said, his voice rough.

I unhooked my arms and legs from around him, and he set me on my feet. “Strip,” he ordered.

My heart thundered in my chest at the thought of being with him like this—at being completely at his mercy—but it didn’t frighten me as much as it used to. Did it make me nervous? Fuck yes. But I was safe with Ink. He was probably the one person in this world that I was completely safe with.

Almost as if he could sense my nervousness, he stepped forward and gripped my chin in his hand right as I gripped the hem of my shirt. “Easy, my girl,” he soothed as he pressed his lips to the corner of mine. My body relaxed at the familiar term of endearment. God, I had missed him calling me that. “I’ll instruct you. Will that make you a little more comfortable?”

“Ink, I’m okay,” I tried assuring him.

He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip, his eyes running over my face before he dropped his hand. “Shoes first,” he ordered as he stepped back from me.

I quickly kicked my flats to the side. I’d driven in them because driving in boots for a long period of time was just damn uncomfortable for me, though my boots were in my trunk with my overnight bag. Like hell was I leaving my boots at home. They were my daily-wear shoes.

I stood in front of him, waiting to hear what the next item of clothing would be. He ran his eyes over me, curling my nerve endings with his heated look. “Shirt,” he said next, his voice rough. He licked his lips as I gripped the hem of my shirt, and my breath hitched in my throat.

I dropped my shirt to the floor, a shiver wracking my frame as the cooler air washed over my skin. “Jeans.”

With trembling hands, I unsnapped my jeans and slid them down my legs, kicking them aside afterward until I only stood in my plain black bra and blue panties. I hadn’t matched—hadn’t expected to have sex with him so soon after coming here—but fuck if I was going to turn it down. I needed him—fucking craved him—like I craved my next breath.

He walked back towards me, and his hands gripped my waist before he slid them down to my hips. His lips met mine in a soft, slow, heated kiss as he pushed my panties down my legs until they dropped to the floor. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside, whining in protest when he separated his lips from mine yet again.

“Easy, baby,” he rasped as he brushed his nose with mine. He slid his hands behind my back. My body trembled in response. A low moan slid from my throat as he unclasped my bra and slowly slid it off of me, his hands never leaving my body until it dropped to the floor between us.

He stepped back. “Now, strip me,” he ordered as he toed off his boots and shoved them aside.

I stepped forward and slid my hands under his shirt, guiding it up and off of him until his torso was bare before me. I couldn’t stop the moan that fell from my lips. Was it fair for him to even be this damn ripped?

Was it even fucking legal?

I pressed my lips to his chest. He sucked in a sharp breath of air at the feeling. I flicked his nipple with my tongue, moaning as he growled my name, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips. Keeping my lips on his skin, I unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his jeans, letting them drop to the floor.


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