***EXPLICIT 18+++*** 


"I've missed the warmth of your pussy, the feel of it. God Ginevra, you're so fucking perfect." I rasped and tightened my grip on her.

I began rocking her against me ever so gently with parted lips. Her tight pussy very often gripping unto my dick, taking me hostage with each rock against me and a loud scream finally escaped from the back of my throat. 

. . .

Created for Ruin follows the tumultuous relationship between two powerful individuals whose lives are intertwined by blood, loyalty, and a love that borders on obsession.

Ricardo Sanchez, the ruthless and enigmatic leader of the Sanchez crime family, is a man feared and respected by all who cross his path. Charismatic and dangerous, he exudes a magnetic charm that draws people in, yet conceals a dark past and a heart hardened by betrayal.

Opposite him stands Ginevra Rodriguez, a fiery and independent woman with a sharp mind and a fierce determination to carve out her own path in a world dominated by men. Raised in the shadows of the Rodriguez syndicate, she is as cunning as she is beautiful, with a knack for survival that rivals even the most seasoned criminals.

Their paths collide in a deadly game of power and passion, as Ricardo and Ginevra find themselves drawn to each other in ways they cannot ignore. Despite their shared history and undeniable attraction, their relationship is fraught with tension and conflict, fueled by their conflicting loyalties and the ghosts of their pasts.

As they navigate the treacherous waters of the criminal underworld, Ricardo and Ginevra must confront their own demons and face the consequences of their actions, all while struggling to come to terms with their feelings for each other. Will they be able to overcome their differences and find a way to be together, or are they doomed to repeat the cycle of violence and betrayal that has plagued their families for generations?

CREATED FOR RUIN

I put on an all back overall, black combat boots, a red wig, and enough make up to help enhance my disguise as I readied myself to attend Ricardo's funeral. My friends thought it an extremely bad idea to be around the Sanchez's at a time like this—a time when they were burying their son who was murdered by me, but I had no care in the world. 


How could I bring myself to stay home while a better part of me was being put into the ground? 


How could I sit there knowing that if I at least had a little bit of control over my intrusive thoughts, then we wouldn't have been in that messed up situation? 


Ten days, one week and three days ago, I shot Ricardo twice. In his heart. And ever since that day, I had been in the run. 


Chapter 0053