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2025-03-07 23:52:41
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My Stepbrother, My Ruin 33.
Elara flicked a leaf off her hoodie, watching me with that knowing glint in her eyes.“So, let me get this straight…” she started, shifting on the park bench. “You and Ryder have already fucked?”I groaned. “Can you not say it like that?”“Why?” She smirked. “Because it makes it sound exactly like what it is?”I shot her a glare. “We just… got carried away.”Elara laughed. “Carried away?” She mimicked air quotes. “Evie, babe, you two have been banging on countertops, couches—”“Oh my God.”“Beds?” she guessed, wiggling her brows. “Or nah?”I whined, covering my face. “Why are we talking about this?”“Because you need to own it, girl,” she said, grinning. “I say enjoy it while it lasts.”I peeked at her through my fingers. “While it lasts?”She rolled her eyes. “You know this isn’t a forever thing, right?”My stomach twisted.Of course I knew that. That had been the deal. Just until my mother’s wedding.Nothing more.Nothing permanent.And yet…“Evie?”I blinked at her.She sighed. “Yo
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-10My Stepbrother, My Ruin 34.
"This or that?" I asked Elara, holding up two dresses to the camera.I didn't want to arrive looking like a fashion masquerade.Elara sighed dramatically through the screen. "Evie, I love you, but I swear to God, if you show me another black dress, I will fly over there and burn your entire closet."I scowled. "Black is timeless.""Black is safe.""Black is elegant.""Black is boring," she shot back, flipping her hair.I rolled my eyes. "Fine. The silver one, then?"She squinted at the screen. "Oooh, now that is hot. It screams rich bitch who doesn’t give a fuck. And that strap, your cleavage, I'm sure Ryder would not stop looking at them."I snorted. "Perfect."Elara smirked. "Where is this party again?"I slipped the dress on, fixing the straps. "Some elite event house in Summit Hill."Elara froze.Then, shrieking: "SUMMIT HILL?"I winced, nearly dropping my phone. "Jesus, Elara—""EVIE, DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT IS?"I frowned. This girl."A… place?"She groaned, dragging a hand d
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-10My Stepbrother, My Ruin 35.
I could feel the tension rolling off him. I bit back a grin. This was way too much fun. I shifted in my seat again, just slightly, just enough for my dress to ride up a little higher. His fingers twitched on my thigh. He let out a slow, steady breath. “You’re trying to tempt me, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low. I turned to him, eyes wide, feigning innocence. “Am I?” His jaw clenched. “Evie.” I leaned closer, tilting my head slightly. “Hmm?” He exhaled, gripping the wheel a little tighter. “If you keep this up, I’m going to stop this car and fuck you in public.” My stomach flipped. My breath hitched. My thighs instinctively pressed together, I bit my lower lips as I took in a deep breath, and of course he noticed. His lips curled into a slow smirk, knowing, teasing, cocky as hell. I swallowed. And then— The car lurched as he took a sudden turn onto Elara’s street. And just like that, the spell was broken. I huffed, crossing my arms. “You’re no fun.” He chuckl
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-10My Stepbrother, My Ruin 36.
The night air was thick, wrapping around me like a weighted blanket. I exhaled, long and slow, my breath barely making a dent in the chaos of my mind. My fingers curled over the balcony railing as I stared at the pool below. The water shimmered under the golden glow of the lights, but my chest felt tight, my stomach unsettled.I shouldn't be here.This wasn’t my world.I wasn’t built for parties like these—where power dripped from the walls and people moved like chess pieces, calculating their next move. The alcohol was endless, the stares were lingering, and the whispers—God, the whispers—prickled against my skin.I shifted my weight, rolling my shoulders as a heavy sigh left my lips. My nerves were buzzing, but I couldn’t pinpoint why.Maybe it was the way Ryder danced downstairs, his hands too familiar with the curves of someone who wasn’t me. Or maybe it was the realization that I didn’t know what I was doing here, at a party where people didn’t even need to acknowledge my presen
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-12My Stepbrother, My Ruin 37.
I swallowed hard, my pulse still erratic from whatever the hell had just happened between us. He turned to leave, running a hand through his hair like he was trying to regain his composure, but then—he paused.I hadn’t moved.His eyes flicked back to me, amused. “You coming?”I hesitated, glancing at the crowded space below. The noise. The people. The chaos.I wasn’t good with this. I wasn’t good with any of this.His expression shifted slightly, the amusement dipping into something softer. More understanding. “You don’t like crowds.”It wasn’t a question.I exhaled. “No.”A pause.Then, “They don’t matter.”I blinked up at him. “What?”His lips twitched, but not in his usual cocky smirk. This was different. “The crowd. The noise. The stares. They only have as much power as you give them.”I frowned. “That’s not—”“It’s true,” he cut in smoothly. “Focus on one thing. One person. Block everything else out. It's going to.help you when you go for competitions.”I huffed. “Oh, so easy. L
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-12My Stepbrother, My Ruin 38.
The car ride was silent.The kind that made your hands shake. The nervousness. The moment were you are unsure if you should say something or keep quiet. It made me fidget.Elara sat in the back, staring out the window, her face completely unreadable. She didn’t move. Didn’t speak.Ryder just kept driving, his grip tight on the wheel, his jaw tense.I wanted to say something—anything—but what was there to say?What the fuck could I say after what just happened?Elara had been humiliated in front of everyone. Tricked. Used.And I’d just stood there, watching. Not even knowing what happened. I clenched my fists in my lap, my nails digging into my skin.The car slowed.We pulled up in front of her building.The moment the engine cut off, Elara shoved the door open and climbed out.Bam!She slammed it shut behind her without a single glance back.I winced.
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-13My Stepbrother, My Ruin 39.
Ryder’s POVI pushed the cue stick forward, lining up my shot, but my grip was tighter than it should be. The ball cracked against another, spinning into a pocket, but I barely registered the movement. My jaw was locked, my thoughts running in circles.Across from me, Nate leaned against the pool table, watching. He hadn’t taken his turn yet."Are you gonna play or just stand there looking dumb?" I muttered, chalking my cue stick.Nate arched a brow. "You good?"I let out a dry chuckle. "Do I look good?"He studied me for a second, then sighed, rolling the pool cue between his hands. "You’re pissed about last night."I snapped my gaze to him. "What do you think?"Me and Evie haven't seen or spoke since last night. I was worried. I tried reaching out but she didn't answer my calls or replied my texts. I was pissed. Nate exhaled, rubbing his jaw. "Look, man, I didn’t know it was gonna be that k
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-13My Stepbrother, My Ruin 40.
Evie’s POVI bit my lip as I waited for Ryder’s reply.The message had been sitting on read for a solid three minutes, which in text-time was an eternity. I sighed, tossing my phone onto my bed.I hadn’t heard from Elara all day.Scratch that.I hadn’t seen Elara since last night.I had called her this morning, texted her, even reached out to her mom, only to get the same response—she doesn’t want to see anyone right now.It left a sour taste in my mouth.I didn’t like her like that, but I cared. She was my best friend. My only real friend. And she was hurting.I wanted to help.I wanted to fix it.But at the same time… I wanted to burn Sienna’s life to the ground.Because recording someone like that? Posting it? Humiliating them for the world to see?I clenched my fists.She had power, sure. Money, connections. But so did I now.Maybe it was time to remind her that power could be taken just as easily as it was given.My phone buzzed.I grabbed it quickly, Ryder’s name flashing across
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-15
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My Stepbrother, My Ruin 71.
Stay calm, Evie. Stay calm.But I was shaking with anger.Not the loud kind. Not the kind that screamed or threw things.This was the kind that lived deep in your bones. That crawled under your skin and clenched your throat and made everything feel too quiet.We were eating takeout on his couch.Ryder was talking about football now. Something about new drills and how Coach Graham was riding him hard about missing a pass last week. His voice was low, familiar.Safe.But I barely heard a word.My fingers were curled around the chopsticks, noodles untouched in the container.He glanced at me mid-sentence, brow creasing. “You okay? You’ve barely said a word.”I didn’t look at him.Not yet.if I didn't say it, I would die from within. Even though I wanted to act as if it didn't matter. It did. It fucking did. So I did it. Even if it would ruin our relationship I said it. “You said you weren’t there.”Ryder stopped mid bite.The room fell silent.He blinked. “What?”I finally turned to
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Ryder’s penthouse looked like something off the cover of a billionaire lifestyle magazine. It was sleek, masculine cold in a way that felt intentional. The walls were painted a deep charcoal, the floors a polished dark wood that reflected just enough light from the massive windows facing the city skyline. There was a pool table in the far corner, untouched. Shelves lined one wall, filled with books that looked like they were chosen more for aesthetic than interest.But the living room, yeah, that was his favorite spot. Black leather sectional. Minimalist décor. Everything smelled like cedarwood and ambition.I was curled into the far corner of the couch, arms wrapped around my knees. He stood across from me, hands shoved in his pockets, staring like I was some unsolvable equation.I told him everything that happened with Maya, not that I was hoping for his support. I didn't need it. Not from a liar.“I’m not saying you’re wrong,” he said, voice tight, “I’m saying you need to slow
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Dean Marshall.He was the head of Ravencrest’s disciplinary board. Former military. Cold eyes. Voice like gravel. The kind of man who didn’t tolerate excuses and had zero patience for drama. If you got a summons from him, you didn’t sleep the night before.And there he was.His name, listed beside all the others.“He was part of it?” I asked, voice barely a whisper.Maya didn’t look away from the screen. “That explains a lot, doesn’t it?”I swallowed. “The missing records. The cover-up. No investigation. It makes sense now. He was probably paid."Maya nodded. “He has the power to bury anything he wants. And if he was in on it…”“He made sure Liliana’s death disappeared,” I finished for her.I stared at the screen, fists clenched at my sides, heart pounding so hard it hurt.But then—My eyes froze on a paused frame in one of the videos.Two boys.Laughing. Holding red solo cups.One of them was Caden.And the other, younger, maybe seventeen.Was the one person that made my heart skippe
My Stepbrother, My Ruin 68
Maya drove quietly for a while, her fingers drumming on the wheel, some low R&B song playing through the speakers. It wasn’t awkward, just… heavy. Like we both had too many thoughts and not enough space in the car to say them out loud.We pulled into a quiet neighborhood, one of those older parts of town with cracked sidewalks, chipped fences, and the scent of fried food wafting through the air. Her house was small, pale blue with flower pots near the porch. To be sincerely speaking, I expected more. Most Ravencrest students, boast about their houses. Homes and how rich they were. This was just unexpected. “This is me,” she said, throwing the car into park.“Cute,” I murmured.Maya smirked. “Wait till you see inside. I know it isn't much, but it's mine and I worked hard for it without my parents help.”I smiled. "Really nice."I followed her up the steps, and the second we got inside, I was hit with the smell of cinnamon and old books. A fan spun lazily overhead, and photos cover
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Practice ended with a whistle and a muttered curse under Mia's breath. I barely heard any of it.My eyes were on Maya.She hadn’t come back after storming off. Her stuff was still sitting near the benches. Her water bottle half full. Her bag unzipped.I waited, letting the rest of the team filter out slowly—laughing, gossiping, brushing past me like I didn’t exist.When Maya finally showed up again, she moved fast. Her eyes didn’t meet anyone’s. She just grabbed her bag and turned to leave.I took a breath and moved quickly.“You’re Liliana’s friend,” I said.She froze.Then turned slowly, brows raised, guarded. “Excuse me?”“I heard what you said earlier. About the anniversary. About lighting a candle.”Maya’s eyes darted around like she was searching for an exit. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“I’m not trying to start anything,” I said quickly. “I just—”“You shou
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Ryder turned off the water with one hand, the other never leaving my waist. He wrapped a towel around me with the kind of care that made my throat tighten, then lifted me again—my body limp in his arms, skin warm and slick from the shower.Not because I was weak.But because I wanted him to carry me.I wanted to be held.And he did.He held me like I was something fragile. Like the fire he'd stoked in me hadn’t just burned through the room minutes ago. Like I was still soft under the ash.The bedroom lights were low, the sheets slightly rumpled, shadows dancing along the edges of the walls as he laid me down—gentle, deliberate, like setting something precious into place.He didn’t rush to leave. Didn’t grab his phone. He didn’t even bother with clothes.He just joined me.Pulled the covers over both of us, slid behind me, and tucked my bare body against his chest. His arm looped around my waist. His lip
My Stepbrother, My Ruin 65.
"I...I can't feel my legs..." I panted, voice wrecked, throat raw, hips still twitching from the aftershock. I ran a trembling hand through my hair, trying to steady myself, still pinned between the mirror and his chest—his cum slowly dripping out of me, thick and warm between my thighs.Ryder didn’t answer right away.He just looked at me.Smirking. Possessive. Still hard.His cock—still fucking hard.God help me.He pulled out slow, and I whimpered at the loss, at how empty I suddenly felt, how my walls clenched down around nothing.Then he dropped me.Not rough—no. But deliberate.I collapsed to my knees with a weak cry, my thighs quivering, muscles useless and slick with our mess. I barely had time to catch myself on my palms before his hand fisted in my hair and yanked my head up to meet his gaze.He looked down at me like I was a treat he hadn’t finished devouring.“You can’t feel your legs?” he mocked, voice husky, dripping with amusement. “Good. You won’t need them for this.”
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He hadn’t even fucked me yet but I was shaking.“Fuck… Ryder!!” I cried out, voice wrecked and breathless. I wanted to grab something, his hair, the sheets, the goddamn sky, anything at all as his tongue pushed deeper into my dripping pussy, working inside me with such precision as if it was the only water on earth, he put his tongue inside wet muscle thrusting in slow, teasing strokes that made my toes curl so hard they cramped.But I couldn’t grab anything.I was tied.Arms bound above me, legs spread wide, every limb useless but trembling. All I could do was lie there, squirming and writhing while he feasted on me. And fuck, was he taking his time.He wasn’t just eating me out—he was devouring me, slow and mean, like he had all night to torture me with pleasure. His tongue slid in and out, curling, lapping, then retreating just long enough to drive me mad before plunging back inside.I was leaking onto the sheets, my wetness pooling beneath me, coating the inside of my thighs, g
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His breath hitched.Then he grabbed me.One arm around my waist, the other yanking me off the stool and spinning me around. My breath caught as I bent forward over the counter, his chest pressed to my back, one hand sliding under the hem of the shirt—gripping my bare ass like he owned it.“You think you can tease me like that?” he hissed in my ear. “Sit there soaking wet, shirt half see-through, nipples hard, knowing I could see everything?”My thighs trembled.His hand came down.SMACK.I gasped, back arching, pussy clenching around nothing.He spanked me again, harder this time.CRACK.“Ryder—”“No,” he growled. “You don’t get to start the fire and walk away. You wanna be bad? Fine. I’ll show you what happens to bad girls.”He pressed his hips against my ass and I could feel it—his cock, pulsing through the fabric, sliding along my bare skin, so close to slipping inside and destroying me.I whimpered.He leaned closer, lips brushing my ear. “Tell me to stop.”I didn’t.I pushed my h
