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My Stepbrother, My Ruin 66
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
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-18My Stepbrother, My Ruin 67.
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
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-19My Stepbrother, My Ruin 1.
I had no idea who I was kissing.I mean, who would care on a high school graduation night?And best of all, on my nineteenth birthday.It was the perfect night to have such great, forbidden sex.My lips crushed against his, hungry and reckless, tasting the tang of whiskey lingering on his tongue. His hands, large and calloused, gripped my waist through thee thin, light fabric of the sundress I had worn, a soft yellow thing with spaghetti straps that clung to me in all the right places.Beneath it, my nipples were stiff peaks pressing against the flimsy lace of my bra, a fact that hadn’t escaped his attention when his hands slid lower, teasing the curve of my hips.The small house party was just background noise, laughter, music, the clink of glasses, but the only thing I could focus on was him. He smelled like aftershave and sweat, intoxicating in the way danger always is.When his lips left mine and found the curve of my neck, a shaky moan slipped from me before I could stop it. My
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-02-09My Stepbrother, My Ruin 2.
The room was dimly lit, shadows flickering across the walls as he knelt between my legs, his broad shoulders framed by the faint glow of the bedside lamp. My thighs were spread wide, pussy wet, his fing rs moved slowly down my inner thighs. Fingers slowly touching my swollen clit. Damn. His eyes locked on mine, dark and filled with desire, as he positioned himself at my entrance.I could feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against me, teasing, stretching the slick folds of my pussy.The anticipation was maddening, and I whimpered, lifting my hips to meet him, desperate for more.“Patience,” he growled, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down my spine.But I didn’t want patience. I wanted him, deep, hard, all of him. I was a girl who depended on masturbation for pleasure. My interactions with penetration was a dildo. “Please,” I begged, my voice cracking as my hands clutched at the sheets beneath me.He didn’t make me wait long. With one slow, deliberate thrust, he sa
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-02-09My Stepbrother, My Ruin 3.
Nine months later.“I want to hold another party, in celebration of you getting into Crestfield!” Elara shrieked through the phone, her voice bright and obnoxiously chipper.“Elara, no. Absolutely not,” I groaned, balancing my phone between my shoulder and ear as I tossed my keys onto the kitchen counter.“Come on, Evie,” she whined, dragging my name out like a kid begging for candy. “You’re officially a college student now. You’re supposed to be wild and crazy. Live a little!”“First of all,” I said, rolling my eyes as I opened the fridge, only to find it depressingly empty. “I got into Crestfield because I had no other choice. It’s not Ravencrest, and it’s not what I wanted.”“Boo-hoo,” Elara mocked, her dramatic tone practically dripping through the phone. “So what if Crestfield isn’t Ravencrest? At least you’re going to college and studying engineering, which is, like, the most Evie thing ever.”I sighed, shutting the fridge door and leaning against the counter. “Elara, do you eve
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-02-09My Stepbrother, My Ruin 4.
My mother’s face twisted, her painted lips pulling into a frown as she crossed her arms. “Evelyn Marie Hayes,” she snapped, her voice sharp and full of the authority she rarely earned. “That is no way to speak to your mother.”She was using all three of my names now. It was her favorite move when she was mad or trying to guilt me into submission.“And abandoning your daughter is no way to be a mother,” I shot back, turning away from her.I clenched my fists, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from saying something worse. “Why are you even here?” I muttered, staring at the wall instead of her.She sighed, the kind of exasperated, dramatic noise she always made when she wasn’t getting her way. “If you paid any attention to rich people news, you’d know why.”I turned back to face her, arms crossed over my chest. “I don’t care about rich people and their problems, Mom. I have enough of my own.”Her lips twitched into a smirk, one that made me immediately suspicious. Without a word, she
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-02-09My Stepbrother, My Ruin 5.
Elara was here to be my support, but you see my mum?My mum didn’t like Elara. She kept staring at her with this thinly veiled look of disgust, like she couldn’t believe I had the audacity to bring her along.Elara, of course, noticed. She always noticed. But she didn’t care.She sat cross-legged in the plush chair of the exclusive beauty salon, fiddling with the rings on her fingers. Her bright purple hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, clashing spectacularly with the neon green crop top and plaid skirt she’d chosen for the day. Add in her mismatched earrings, one shaped like a star, the other a crescent moon, and she w I'mas a walking middle finger to the word conformity.“Elara, dear,” my mum said, her voice dripping with forced politeness. “Don’t you think you’d be more comfortable waiting outside?”Elara smirked, leaning back in her chair like she owned the place. “Nope. I’m perfectly comfortable right here. Thanks for asking, though.”I stifled a laugh, earning a shar
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-02-09My Stepbrother, My Ruin 6.
It had to be a dream.Please tell me it’s a dream.A nightmare.How in the world did the guy I had the best sex with become my stepbrother?!It was supposed to be a probability of zero, maybe even negative numbers, but here I was, sitting at a dining table so extravagant it looked like something out of a movie. And there he was, Ryder, sitting across from me, his dark hair perfectly messy in a way that made me want to pull it, his lips curled into that same smirk I remembered all too well.His eyes didn’t leave me, not for a second.I tried my best not to blush. Not to give out the signal that we knew each other.Or the fact that I had cleared at those muscles. Moaned and screamed his name as he pounded into me. Okay stop it Evie. Not cool. “So,” he said, his voice smooth as he leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying himself. “Who are you?”I blinked, my brain short-circuiting under his gaze. “I’m… uh…um…”“Evelyn,” my mum said quickly, cutting in before I embarrassed myself fu
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My Stepbrother, My Ruin 67.
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
My Stepbrother, My Ruin 66
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.”
My Stepbrother, My Ruin 64.
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
My Stepbrother, My Ruin 63.
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
My Stepbrother, My Ruin 62.
I yanked open the bathroom door and bolted into the hallway, water dripping everywhere. I didn’t think. I didn’t look.I dove.Straight onto Ryder, who had just turned the corner with a bowl of something in his hand.We crashed to the floor in a flailing mess of limbs and curses.“Jesus—Evie?!”“There’s a spider!” I shrieked, clinging to his very solid and very shirtless chest like my life depended on it. Which, honestly, it did.“A what—?”“A SPIDER, RYDER. A big one. With legs. And an agenda to kill me!”He blinked at me, clearly trying to process the fact that I was…well…soapy, wet, and very much naked on top of him.I realized it at the same time he did.“Oh my God,” I croaked, scrambling up. “Oh my God—I’m—this isn’t—”He looked dazed. Just flat-out stunned.“I didn’t mean to dive on you like that,” I babbled, backing up while trying to cover myself with my hands and also failing miserably. “There was a spider and I panicked and my brain just short-circuited and now I’m—oh God—”
My Stepbrother, My Ruin 61.
We were halfway to his car when my phone buzzed in my pocket.I didn’t need to check the screen to know who it was.I sighed, answering. “Hi, Mum.”“Evie, where are you?”“Uh… with Ryder.”A pause. “At this time?”“He’s dropping me off.”“Dropping you off where?”I glanced at him as he opened the passenger door for me.I muttered, “His place.”“Evie,” her voice went sharper. “Are you seriously—?”“Just for the night,” I said quickly. “Something happened, okay? It’s not—Ryder’s just being careful. Someone trashed my locker.”There was silence on the other end. I could hear the frown through the phone.I held the phone out to him. “She wants to kill me. Fix it.”He blinked. “What?”“Just take it.”He took the phone and brought it to his ear.“Hi, ma’am. Ryder here.” His voice dropped to that calm, polite tone he used with adults, the
My Stepbrother, My Ruin 60.
I didn’t stop.Not even when her laughter followed me like a shadow, echoing down the hallway like a ghost I couldn’t shake off.I gritted my teeth, gripping my bag tighter as I turned the corner. My boots thudded against the floor, fast and angry.Stay out of the past.That’s what she meant, right? That smug, whispered threat.She didn’t have to say Liliana’s name. She didn’t need to. I heard it in every poisoned word. Every look. Every smile that didn’t reach her eyes.She knew.And she was warning me.But I wasn’t backing down.I made my way through the east wing and into the old gym building. The one barely anyone used anymore except cheer or late practices. It was quieter here. Forgotten.That’s where my locker was.Where I kept everything I didn’t want in my dorm room—backup clothes, old files, flash drives, and a box of printed articles about Liliana I didn’t want anyone else to see. My research had to stay hidden. Because even Ryder didn’t know how far I’d gone.I stopped at t
My Stepbrother, My Ruin 59.
Liliana’s name wasn’t just a rumor. It wasn’t just some tragic footnote in the Ravencrest gossip mill. She was real. A real human being that died because of the bad treatment from rich students that think that they are unstoppable.And whatever happened to her… it was being buried. Erased. Meaning if was valuable enough to put Sienna and Cohen out of business. Am I doing this because it's going to suddenly stop bullying? No. It won't even stop bullying. It will continue. Someone else would do it again. The cycle would continue but at least for now, I won't get to see Sienna paid face again. I am selfish and curious like that. I slipped out of the library and headed toward the administration building, keeping close to the shadows. I knew the janitors had their rounds, but it was almost seven and most of the main staff would be long gone. The hallway lights flickered with that annoying buzz they always made. Half the place smelled like dust and printer ink.My palms were sweating
