All Chapters of My Biker Stepbrother, My Ruin: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Zayne moved his mouth against mine, kissing me with a fervor that sent my thoughts scattering in every direction. His lips were warm and demanding, his tongue coaxing mine into a rhythm that felt nothing like restraint. My fingers dug into his shoulders, and then- before I even registered what was happening, he was rising to his feet, lifting me with ease as though I weighed nothing, and pressing me hard against the wall.The shock of the cool surface met the burn of his body, and I gasped into his mouth. His grip on me was strong, holding me in place as if he dared me to pull away but already knew I wouldn’t. My legs wrapped around his waist without thought, betraying me with how naturally my body fit against his. “Zayne,” his name fell from my lips as a moan. He welcomed it by squeezing my thighs.The kiss deepened, raw and hungry, his teeth grazing my lower lip until I whimpered. He swallowed the sound like he needed it.For a heartbeat, there was nothing but heat- his chest push

Nineteen.I clocked that age today with heaviness in my heart. Because apart from the fact that today was my birthday, today was also the long-awaited duel day.Jeremy and Zayne would decide my fate tonight as they compete on their respective bikes. The idea was still strange to me, but…I had slept at Carol’s dorm, though she wasn’t around. According to her, she was sleeping over at Professor Hartley’s.I was still so surprised about how that had quickly escalated. Professor Hartley and Carol? She surely wasn’t joking when she told me she could shoot her shots. Only that I didn’t know if she really did because she ended up telling me nothing and I didn’t press. It felt as if both of us were keeping too many secrets lately.I had alot to deal with myself, so…I was about to plan my day when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. It was my mum. Her voice carried warmth as she wished me happy birthday, and for a second my chest softened, but once the call ended, reality weighed back on me.

~ Jeremy’s POV~There was only one streetlight here on Ravenspire road- One of the most dangerous roads in Los Alamos city. A stretch of hell that cut through jagged cliffs and sharp bends that had claimed men braver than me. Yet, here I was.It was not legal to race here, but of course, the lords were brutal, psychotic even. A part of me hadn’t expected Dante to give us the free will to duel without a ‘but’.But I surely didn’t expect this. -To ride through a deathly road on a deathly bike. Sounded like a call to death.I was only thankful that Teyana wasn’t allowed to watch. So she was back at her dorm. After this morning, I had not stopped thinking about her. What did she think about the gift I got her? Did she like it? Or did I cross a line? Would she drive the car? Why had she rejected my kiss? Was it because of Zayne?Many questions laid restlessly in my head, with no idea on how to get answers to them. But I would, after I won this race with Zayne.The lords had gathered, sca

“Zayne won.” I heard one of them say. But it didn’t matter at the moment. Jeremy was unconscious. He did this because of me.No one moved. They all just stood there like a pack of wolves in black coats, faces blank, as if what was happening wasn’t human.I lifted Jeremy slightly above the ground with every power I could summon, my hands cradling his head. “Jer?” My voice shook.My eyes flicked from him to the lords present there. Zayne wasn’t in sight. Anger coursed through my body.“Why the hell are you all just standing there?! Help him!”That finally stirred something. Two Lords exchanged looks before stepping forward. They lifted Jeremy carefully, his head lolling to one side. My throat tightened as I tried to follow, but a hand caught my shoulder.“What are you doing here, Teyana?”Zayne. Finally.He still smelled of burnt rubber and was still regulating his breath. Must have been a hard race. But I couldn’t help but think he had manipulated Jeremy to win…“I’m going with them,”

Carol was leaning against her car when I came out. It had only been a day since I last saw her but it felt like a week already. A painful week.She wore a loose pink hoodie and her short blonde hair was pulled up in a messy bun. The sight of her made my chest tighten. I hadn’t realized how much I missed her until now.“Hey,” she said when our eyes met. I let out a slow sigh “Hey”She tilted her head, studying me. “You look tired. Puffy eyes and all. Didn’t sleep?”I shook my head. “Not really.”“I figured.” She smiled faintly, then nodded toward the house. “Can we go inside? I don’t feel like talking on the street.” Typical Carol’s tone. I’d missed it.I led her upstairs, past the living room and into my room. The air felt heavy between us, like we were both afraid of what might come out of our mouths first. She dropped on the edge of my bed, her gaze tracing the book on my table.“So…how does nineteen feel like?” She asked chirpily. I sensed she was trying to clear the tensed air. I