RUIN ME

NYRA'S POV

His voice came out hoarse and raw, like it had been scraped over gravel. He stood frozen in the doorway, bag still gripped tight in one hand. His eyes locked on me like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Me sprawled shamelessly on his bed. His leather jacket jammed between my spread thighs. My hand still moving desperately under my skirt, fingers slick and shiny with how wet I already was.

Shame flooded my face, burning my cheeks hot. But I didn’t stop, I couldn’t. The ache between my legs had built up for years, and having him right there watching me only made everything throb even harder, hotter, more desperate.

“Don’t… don’t make me stop,” I whispered, my voice shaking but stubborn as hell. My eyes stayed glued to his, defiant even through the embarrassment. “Please, Luca, I can’t finish on my own. Help me. Just this once.”

For a long, heavy second, nothing moved. The room felt too quiet except for my ragged breathing and the pounding of my heart. Then he dropped the suitcase with a heavy thud and stepped fully inside, kicking the door shut behind him with his foot.

The click of the lock sounded final, like a point of no return. He looked huge in the dim light of his room. That cold mask he always wore was cracking right in front of me, his gaze dragging slowly over every exposed inch… my flushed face, my hand still working between my trembling thighs, the way my skirt had ridden up and my legs had fallen open for him.

“Get out,” he said low, but his voice wasn’t steady at all. It cracked with something dark and hungry. “Nyra, you need to leave right now before this goes too far.”

I shook my head, hips still rocking a little against my fingers even as fresh tears pricked at my eyes. “I can’t… I’ve tried so many times alone and it’s never enough. It’s always you in my head, Luca. Touching me, saying these things to me. Please.”

The perfect good girl everyone thought they knew was completely gone. This was the rebel he had awakened years ago, begging shamelessly on his bed like some desperate, horny mess. Part of me hated how weak and needy I sounded, how soaked and exposed I was. But the bigger part needed this so badly it physically hurt.

He cursed roughly under his breath and moved closer, towering over the bed like a storm about to break. His big hand shot out and wrapped tight around my wrist, stopping my frantic movements. The touch burned hot against my skin. Rough, warm, and everything I had fantasized about for so damn long.

“This is so fucked up,” he muttered, his eyes dark and stormy as they bored into mine. “You’re my stepsister. You’re only eighteen. You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby.”

“I do know,” I breathed out, my voice cracking with raw need. I twisted my wrist free from his grip and reached for him instead, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him weakly closer. “I know exactly what I’m asking. I’ve wanted this… wanted you for so long it hurts. Just touch me. Show me how it feels. Please, Luca.”

His whole body went rigid, jaw clenched so tight I thought it might snap. I could see the brutal war happening in his eyes… cold restraint fighting against something much darker, much hungrier. His breathing grew heavier, chest rising and falling fast.

Then, like a dam finally cracking wide open, one of his big hands slid down and pushed my skirt all the way up my thighs, exposing me completely to his gaze.

His fingers brushed my inner thigh, so close to where I was dripping and aching. I whimpered loudly, letting my legs fall open even wider for him like an offering.

“Fuck… you’re absolutely soaked,” he growled, voice low and dangerous, thick with lust.

His thumb grazed my swollen clit, light at first, teasing, then firmer, circling slow and deliberate. I gasped sharply, my back arching clean off the bed. It felt so much better than my own hand. Rougher, surer.

Like he knew exactly how to play my body and make me lose every bit of control. “Like this, baby? You want your stepbrother’s fingers rubbing this pretty little pussy? Tell me how good it feels.”

“Yes… oh god, please, Luca. Don’t stop,” I moaned, rocking desperately against his hand, chasing more friction. “It feels so good… I’m so wet for you.”

He leaned down closer, his hot breath fanning against my neck and ear. “You have no idea what you’re starting, you little tease.” One thick finger teased my tight entrance, pushing in shallow at first, stretching me slowly and carefully. I was so tight, so completely untouched. He froze for a second when he felt it. “Shit… you’re really a virgin? This tight little cunt has never taken anyone before? Never been fucked?”

“Yeah,” I whispered, biting my lip hard as another wave of heat rushed through me. “Only ever thought about you, only you, Luca. Please… more.”

That confession seemed to snap the last of his control. His finger pushed deeper inside me, curling just right to hit a spot that made my toes curl while his thumb kept working my clit in those maddening, perfect circles. “Good girl, relax for me.

Let me open you up nice and slow,” he murmured, his voice thick with filthy praise that made me clench around him. “Feel how wet you are? Dripping all over my hand like a desperate little slut for your stepbrother.

So fucking tight… I'm gonna make this pussy come so hard for me.”

The pleasure built fast and intense, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly. My thighs shook violently around his hand. I was right there, right on the edge, about to tip over… but he pulled back completely, stepping away from the bed like I had burned him. His fingers glistened with my wetness.

“No,” he said, voice strained and rough. He ran a hand through his hair, looking wrecked and conflicted. “We can’t. This stops now. Get dressed and get the hell out of my room.”

Tears stung my eyes for real this time. The sudden rejection after letting me feel his hands, his fingers inside me… it hurt. Something snapped inside my chest… hurt, anger, and that rebellious fire he had lit years ago. I sat up on my knees, still flushed and aching badly, his jacket crumpled beside me. “I did it on purpose,” I blurted out, voice trembling but loud and defiant. “I saw you come home early. I knew you’d walk in. I wanted you to catch me like this… wanted you to finally see me, Luca.”

The words hung heavy in the air between us. His eyes widened, then darkened completely with raw hunger. That last thread of restraint shattered. In two quick steps he was back on me, big hands gripping my waist as he pushed me flat onto the bed again. “You little fucking tease,” he growled against my neck, teeth grazing my skin possessively. “You really want this? Want me to ruin that virgin pussy?”

“Yes…” I gasped, my hands fisting his shirt tight, pulling him down. “Please, Luca. Ruin me, I need you.”