Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruin me, Stepbrother: Kabanata 291 - Kabanata 300

We finished eating and just left the dishes. We just walked away from the disaster in the sink like it was someone else's problem to inherit."That's going to be gross tomorrow," I said, as he's flicking off the kitchen light, and that sudden darkness made the room feel smaller."Future us can deal with it.""Future us sounds like a real disappointment. Future us is probably a mess just like present us.""Future us learned from present us. We contain multitudes, remember. We are layers of chaos."He laughed, took my hand, and just laced our fingers together, like our hands were made to fit that way, and led me toward the stairs.He flopped onto the bed first, dramatic about it in a way that made me laugh again, the sound bouncing off the walls, filling the space. His arms were spread wide like he'd run a marathon."I'm dying," he announced to the ceiling."You're being ridiculous. Your arms are spread out like y

"Jax.. Jax.. jaxxxx—" I was screaming his name over and over. "Please, and now and don't you dare stop this time." My hands were twisting uselessly against his hold, and when he finally, finally stopped denying me. He locked his mouth over my clit and sucked hard while his fingers curled deep and relentlessly inside me, I shattered.The orgasm ripped through me in violent, endless waves, my pussy clamping and pulsing around him, gushing hot and slick all over his hand, his chin, the sheets beneath us. "Jaxxxxx—" I screamed his name as my whole body convulsed, thighs locking around his head, hips bucking uncontrollably, with every muscle of my body seizing and releasing in filthy, desperate spasms that kept rolling and rolling until I was sobbing with it, soaking everything, cuming so hard I felt empty and full at the same time, raw and ruined and still grinding against his tongue like I couldn't stop.He didn't stop working me through it.He kept his mouth on me, kept his fingers mov

"Try me," I'd said, and he took it as the challenge it was. He flipped me easily, gathered my wrists back into his hand above my head. Then he settled between my thighs and looked down at me for a long moment. "You're shaking," he said, lowly. "I'm fine. I'm always fine." "I didn't say stop. I only said you're shaking." His free hand traced went straight to my nipples and held them between two fingers, then down to the underside of my boobs, then my ribs, over my hip, slowly and deliberate, line a map of heat. "I like it. I like when you shake." "Of course you do. You like the mess." "You asked me to ruin you a little. I have to be thorough. So I can do what I can do the best way I can do—" He pushed in. He pushed inside me in one long, slow stroke and I felt every inch of it. My wet pussy was clenching around his dick immediately, so fucking greedy for it even after everything. He groaned low in his throat, letting his forehead drop to mine. "Fuck. You're still so tight. So ti

A dark, possessive hunger clawed through me, demanding to be fed. I need to fuck her. Need to be deep in her right now. Need to go deep until she's shaking and dripping and begging the exact same way. "Please...urghhh, fuck—" I groaned again. She glanced back at me, with satisfaction written all over her face, the kind of satisfaction of someone who knew exactly what she was doing to me and had absolutely no intention of stopping, like a goddess of my ruin. "Since you're begging so nicely," she teased, reaching back to line herself up. She wrapped her hand around my cock with a slow, torturous grip that nearly finished me right there, and a shock of pleasure ripped through me, so intense it made my toes curl, and a jolt of electricity shot straight to my spine. "Don't," I warned, with my wrecked voice. "Not like that. Not yet. I need you inside. I need to be inside you. I need to fill you." "Because I want to be inside you when it happens." Something dark and pleased moved across

SCARLETT'S POVThe sound pulled me out of sleep like a hook, and the first thing I registered was the weight of his arm and the smell of his room.My phone was ringing full volume, and vibrating itself off the nightstand, and the FaceTime ringtone that was specifically designed by someone who hates peaceful mornings to be impossible to ignore.I opened one eye.His arm across was my waist, and his breathing was still the slow even rhythm, as he's very much asleep.I grabbed it before the second ring. Looked at the screen.IT'S LEXI – FACETIME.And above that, in the notification stack, she's sent six messages. Six. Sent between 1:47 AM and 6:23 AM. The preview of the most recent one visible above the incoming call:"SCARLETT OLIVIA LANE IF YOU DO NOT ANSWER THIS FACETIME I WILL SHOW UP AT YOUR HOUSE AND YOU KNOW I WILL DO IT"And I know that if she wanted to, she definitely would.I picked.But there was one problem...The problem was Jax.Jax, shirtless, and he's in bed with me, his