All Chapters of RUIN MY 4.0: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

AIDEN’S POVLily’s tiny hand is swallowed up in mine as we walk down the hallway, her little backpack bouncing on her shoulders. She insisted on carrying it herself even though it’s almost as big as she is. She stops at the nurses’ station, stands on tiptoe, and waves with both arms.“Bye, nurses! Thank you for the popsicles!”The nurses melt. “You be good for your brother, okay, sweetheart? And come back anytime for more grape popsicles.”Lily giggles, then grabs my hand again. “Let’s go, Aiden! I’m free!”Yeah, bug. You’re free.We push through the automatic doors into the morning sun, and I’m so busy trying to figure out how I’m going to juggle classes, two jobs, and raising a seven-year-old that I almost don’t see him.Almost.He’s leaning against his sleek car, his arms crossed over an expensive looking vest with his sunglasses hiding those storm-gray eyes. The second Lily spots him she freezes, mouth forming a perfect little O.“Wooooow,” she breathes, loud enough for half the p

NIKOLAI'S POV Aiden's still on the couch when I walk in, the blanket half-draped over his lap. I drop down beside him, the way I’ve been dying to since we got here, and stretch my arm along the back of the couch behind his shoulders. He immediately shifts away. When I scoot closer, he does it again. I frown. “What’s the fuck is going on, babe?” “Nothing,” he mutters quickly and pulls the blanket higher over his lap. I follow the movement with my eyes and...oh. Oh. Straining against the front of his jeans, obvious even in the low light is a huge hard-on and he’s trying to hide it like I’m blind. A slow grin spreads across my face before I can stop it. He catches the look and turns scarlet, yanking a pillow into his lap like that’s gonna fool me now. “Shut up,” he hisses, mortified. “Didn’t say anything,” I murmur, leaning in until my lips almost brush his ear. “But you’re literally pitching a tent in my living room, Aiden. That's hard not to notice.” He makes

NIKOLAI'S POV I flip the final pancake onto the stack and glance at the clock.I’m still sweating a little from the quick five-mile run I squeezed in at dawn, because if I don’t burn off this ridiculous energy, I’m going to do something stupid like pin Aiden to the counter and...Lily pads into the kitchen, her hair a wild mess. Her eyes go comically wide. “Wow. Nikolai… you can cook?”I snort. “You exaggerate.”She scrambles onto the stool, her legs swinging, and immediately steals three pieces of bacon before I can plate them properly.“Aiden never makes breakfast this good,” she says around a mouthful. “He burns the toast all the time.”I grin. “I’m better than Aiden at a lot of things, kid. Get used to it.”Aiden appears in the doorway looking freshly showered, his hair damp and curling at the ends.I give a small smile at what Aiden’s wearing. My hoodie swallows him whole and I want to keep him in it forever.His cheeks are flushed, eyes still a little glassy from sleep.God, he

Aiden's POV I’ve been staring at the same paragraph for… I don’t even know how long. Long enough for the words to stop looking like English. Focus, Aiden. Focus. Yeah, that’s working great so far. I drag my palm down my face and sigh, trying to convince myself that this textbook is important, but I can't stop thinking about Nikolai. As if I summoned him, I hear his footsteps approaching. Great timing. I try to read harder, but it doesn't work. Nikolai steps into the living room, and my body tingles. He has this dramatic presence that makes my thoughts scatter whenever he's near. He glances around, then at me. “Where’s Lily?” “Oh— she’s, um… she’s taking a nap,” I manage, pushing my glasses up even though they didn’t slip. Why did I do that? Why do I do anything? His eyes stay on me for a beat too long. Or maybe it just feels long because I'm nervous. Then he tilts his head a little. “I didn’t know you wore glasses.” Oh. “My, uh… my eyes get tired when I read,”

Aiden’s POVThe moment Nikolai’s hand closes around my dick, my entire body lights up like a live wire. Heat surges through me, pooling low in my stomach, and I can’t stop the shaky exhale that spills from my lips. His grip is firm, confident, exactly the way he does everything—owning every inch of me without asking permission, because he already knows I’ll give it.I arch into his touch, hips bucking involuntarily, chasing more friction. God, the way he strokes me makes my head spin. His thumb sweeps over the head, spreading the slickness there, and I whimper, the sound embarrassingly needy even to my own ears.Nikolai pulls back just enough to look down at me, dark eyes glittering in the low light. His lips curve into a dangerous smirk. “Look at you,” he murmurs. “Already so fucking desperate for me. You want me, don't you malysh?”I try to answer, but all that comes out is a broken little moan as he twists his wrist on the upstroke. My face burns at the nickname and I nod to resp