All Chapters of Ruin Me, Brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Celeste I never wanted a new family. Especially not one with glass walls, a private chef, and a stepbrother who looked like sin wrapped in designer clothes. The Monroe mansion sat on top of the hills like a crown. Its white walls sparkled under the perfect blue sky. I stared at it from the back seat of the fancy car, holding my old, worn suitcase tight against my chest. It was the only thing I had left from my old life. The only thing that still felt like mine. Mom sat beside me, smiling so wide I thought her face might crack. “Don’t look like you’re going to a funeral, Celeste,” she said, checking her makeup in a small mirror. “Don’t act like we just won the lottery,” I shot back. She gave me that same disappointed look she’d perfected my whole life, but said nothing. She was too happy, too caught up in her fairy tale ending. And why wouldn’t she be? She’d married Richard Monroe. The man who owned half of California. The man with billions in the bank and a face that still tu

Celeste“What are you staring at?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.“You,” he said, a slow, wicked smirk spreading across his face. “Wondering what you’d do if I kissed you right now.”My lips parted in disbelief, but I couldn’t make myself move. “You wouldn’t dare.”“Try me.”My body betrayed me completely. My heart raced, heat bloomed across my skin, and deep inside, I ached—wet, pulsing, and desperate to be filled.I clenched my fists, trying to contain the storm he was stirring inside me.His gaze never wavered, burning through me with an intensity that made breathing hard.My pulse throbbed in my throat, and my nipples stiffened beneath my shirt. I wanted this, wanted him, even though I knew I shouldn’t.He stepped closer. Instinctively, I backed away until my shoulders met the wall.“Your lips,” he murmured, tracing them with a fingertip.His touch sent sparks dancing across my skin. My breath caught. My body leaned into him, craving more, as his finger dragged slowly acros

CelesteThe sound of silverware clinking against plates was the only noise in the huge dining room.I felt so out of place sitting at this table that looked like it belonged to kings and queens. The golden chandelier above us cast light on silver dishes and crystal glasses filled with expensive wine. My stomach churned, not because I was hungry, but because Jace sat right next to me.He hadn’t spoken since his angry outburst, but I could feel his eyes on me - cold and challenging, like a predator watching its prey. Every breath I took felt measured, and careful.“Celeste,” my new father said warmly, passing me a bowl of fresh strawberries. “We grow these in our own garden.”I accepted it with a polite smile. “Thank you.”“They’re not sweet this time of year,” Jace murmured, his eyes locking on mine in open challenge.My stepfather’s warm smile faded. “They taste fine, Jace.”Jace stabbed his toast harder than necessary. “If you say so, Dad.”Across the table, my mother laughed too lou

CelesteMy phone buzzed, pulling me from my thoughts. A text from Elowen lit up the screen.“Are you okay?”I stared at the message for a moment before typing back. “It’s complicated.”“Your mom again?”Elowen knew me better than anyone. She’d been there through the nights I’d cried myself to sleep, the endless calls when everything at home felt like it was collapsing.“Among other things. This whole situation… it’s just weird.”“The stepbrother?”I hesitated before responding. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, El. Every time he’s near, I feel… off. Like, I can’t think straight. My body reacts before my brain even catches up.”I typed carefully, trying to capture everything—awkward glances, accidental touches, the heat that flared through me even when I tried to push it down.“Oh, honey…” she typed, and I felt her excitement even through the screen. “I know exactly what’s happening.”“I think I’m broken,” I admitted, swallowing hard. “I might need… treatment.”“Not that kind of treat

JaceWith my hand pumping faster, I exploded, cum spilling hard as my whole body shook. My breath came out in harsh gasps as I collapsed onto the floor, drained but trembling.It felt so fucking good, better than anything, but it still wasn’t enough. I should’ve been satisfied, but I wasn’t.I needed more. I wanted her. My body ached and craved Celeste, and it was becoming worse… harder to control than I ever imagined.I pushed myself up, wiping the mess off the floor, disgusted at how weak I’d just been. Jerking off wasn’t enough.I needed something real, something that could actually satisfy this craving burning me alive. But first, I had to get myself under control.I stripped down and stepped into the bathroom, twisting the shower on full blast. Warm water pounded over my skin, steam filling the room and wrapping around me like a blanket.I leaned against the tiles, letting the heat wash away the sweat and tension, but no matter how hard I scrubbed the soap over my body, I couldn’