All Chapters of RUIN MY 4.0: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Aiden’s POVI come hard—right there in Nikolai’s lap.My hips jerk uncontrollably as I spill into my boxers, the wet heat soaking through my denim jeans in thick, shameful spurts. Every grind against him drags another wave out of me, my cock throbbing painfully against the rough fabric, overstimulated and still twitching even as the pleasure turns to pain.“Fuck—Nik—” My voice breaks into a whine. I bury my face in his neck, panting against his skin, mortified and blissed-out at the same time. I’ve never come like that before.Fuck, my jeans are ruined. I should be embarrassed. I am embarrassed. But Nikolai just holds me tighter, his hand splayed across my lower back.“Good boy,” he murmurs, low and rough against my ear.I feel my face flush. When did he start calling me that and why does it sound so… good?I mean, I’ve heard it in porn and rolled my eyes at it cause it sounded so cringe. But coming from him, my spent cock gives another pathetic twitch.I swallow, trying to catch my b

Nikolai's POVI step out of the shower, steam still curling up around me, the hot water leaving my skin flushed and prickling.Aiden is right there next to me, toweling off while humming some pop song I can't place—probably something from his endless playlist.Water droplets trace down my chest, over pecs that are thick and squared off, each one popping with striations when I flex just a bit—habit, really.I grab the towel and start drying off properly. When I'm done, I toss the towel into the hamper with a flick, the fabric landing with a soft thud, and reach for my pajamas on the counter.I step into the loose grey sweats first, pulling them up slowly, feeling the soft cotton slide over my skin. I'm about to grab my shirt when my phone buzzes to life on the nightstand in the bedroom.I glance at the screen once I pad out of the bathroom, barefoot on the cold tile transitioning to carpet.Mom. Shit.My heart does a little drop-kick in my chest. I totally forgot that she asked me to

Silas's POVThe line goes dead, and for a second, I just stand there with phone pressed to my ear like an idiot, listening to the silence. The dial tone kicks in eventually, mocking me with its flat, indifferent beep. I pull the phone away, staring at the screen as if Nikolai's name might flicker back to life, as if he might call back and say it was all a joke. But no. Nothing. "Fuck you, Nik," I whisper, my voice cracking in the empty street.The words hang in the chilly night air, mixing with the distant hum of traffic from the highway a few blocks over.I'm pacing outside the only shitty apartment building I could rent in Brooklyn. My sneakers scuff against the grit of the sidewalk—I've been out here for what, twenty minutes? I slam my thumb down on the power button, shutting the phone off completely, then shove it into the pocket of my jeans. My hands are shaking with rage, boiling up from my gut like lava. How dare he? How fucking dare he talk to me like that? Like I'm so

Aiden’s POVI hum contentedly, shifting a little against him, feeling the hard evidence of my own arousal still pressing against his thigh.But the day's just starting and I should probably go shower then head over to make Lily's breakfast. "I should go shower," I murmur to Nikolai, starting to untangle myself from his arms. "Before we get too lazy and stay in bed all day."Nikolai's grip tightens immediately around my waist like steel.He rolls us slightly, pinning me half under him effortlessly. His eyes narrow and he smirks at me. "Oh no, you're going nowhere, baby."I blink up at him, a laugh bubbling out even as heat pools low in my belly again. "Nik—""Shh." He cuts me off with a finger pressed to my lips, his voice dropping to a gravelly timbre. "We're not done here." His free hand slides down my side, tracing the curve of my hip possessively. "I've got plans for you."My breath catches, curiosity and a flicker of nerves mixing with the want that's already building back up.

Nikolai's POVI gripped the steering wheel tighter as the winding driveway came into view, the iron gates looming. The estate sprawled out ahead, a monstrosity of white stone and manicured lawns that looked like Russia transplanted to American soil.My mother's "humble" abode was a literal mansion that could house a small army, complete with Russian maids scurrying like shadows and security goons posted at every corner, their eyes scanning me like I was an intruder rather than the prodigal son. It reeked of the Bratva, even here in the land of the free. I could already feel the headache building behind my eyes. 'Please, for once, just let this be a normal visit,' I thought, though I knew better. She never missed a chance to drag me back into the family "legacy." The gates swung open with a mechanical groan as I approached.I pulled up to the front steps, killing the engine and stepping out into the crisp morning air. Immediately, a cluster of staff started chattering at me in Ru