All Chapters of MY STEP BROTHER, MY RUIN: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

JUNE; His fist froze in the air. For a second, everything seemed to pause, the noise went down. Ronan turned sharply toward me, his chest heaving hard. Sweat trickled religiously along his forehead while his breathing came rough and uneven. His eyes met mine, reddened and fierce. Then it softened just a little, like he was suddenly remembering where he was, or maybe who was standing before him. “Please, stop,” I mumbled. My voice cracked slightly. He stared at me for another second before slowly climbing off Matthew. The crowd’s cheers died down into murmurs. Ronan wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his jaw tight as he stepped away from the fight, darted me a sorry glance, and stormed off into the dark path. I stood frozen for a second, my heartbeat still hammering painfully in my chest. Matthew groaned from the ground, his painful groans bringing my attention back to him. He pushed himself upright slowly, mud staining his clothes complete

JUNE;I walked out of the cabin, my knees wobbled as I walked toward the two SUVs waiting in the clearing. The cool night air hitting my face like a slap, it had suddenly gone colder, or maybe the sight of Mr. Grayson was already getting me worked up. Romy held my hand tight, like she already understood how hard my heart was thumping. Her fingers laced with mine, squeezing softly and providing me with some warmth against my cold skin. A few other students had come out too, drawn by the loud honk that had shattered the evening's quiet. The engines hummed low, like angry beasts waiting to pounce. My heart was squeezing tight right inside of me. I already knew who would take all the blame for tonight, June! My name seemed to be so sweet on the lips of all those students.My heart crashed against my ribs as I got closer. The window of the first SUV glided down smoothly. Mr. Grayson sat in the backseat, his face twisted with rage. His mouth was pressed into a thin line, jaw locked so t

JUNE;What was wrong with me? What was wrong with both of us? I pushed myself away from the door and started pacing the room restlessly and still pressing my inner thighs together to deaden the rising urge. It was so shameful I was still having this ruthless urge even in the midst of the chaos we had created.But the more I thought about it, the more something else bothered me. The way Ronan and his father looked at each other downstairs.That wasn’t normal anger. It felt deeper and sharper, unspoken words hanging off both of them, like two enemies forced into the same room.I stopped pacing when voices suddenly drifted upstairs. I moved closer to the door without thinking.“You think this is a joke?” Mr. Grayson barked. The sharpness in his voice made me jump slightly. “I got a call in the middle of the night because my son decided to throw punches like some reckless teenager!”Silence followed briefly. Then Ronan’s voice came low and cold.“I handled it.”“You handled it?” Mr. Grays

JUNE;I couldn’t believe my ears. Even after Mr. Grayson walked out of the room, his words still hung heavily around me like smoke refusing to disappear, burning my ears like hot coal.The contract papers remained spread before my eyes, even though it was actually gone with him, folded and hidden somewhere in the pocket of his jacket. White sheets, black ink, and Mom’s signature sitting right under her name. My eyes moistened, I blinked hard trying to keep them away, crying had never solved a single thing. But my chest tightened painfully.How could Mom agree to something like this? How could she sign papers that controlled how she lived, how I lived, how she loved, how she existed in her own marriage?My stomach twisted harder. What happened to dignity? I knew she wanted this life so much, but not at the expense of her voice! What happened to standing up for yourself?And who even creates rules for the woman he wants to marry?Apparently, my stepfather, Victor Grayson did. I swallow

JUNE;I parted my legs like an obedient girl, back on the bed, head buried against the pillow. Ronan stood before me, his eyes dark, chest rising and falling fast.“Damn, June,” he groaned. “You’re soaked already,” he pulled off his white polo at once, flung it aside. Exposing his fully carved chest and abs. Hard nipples stood in that way, like they were pointing straight at me.Cool breeze brushed the insides of my thighs, making my clit throb even harder. I should be ashamed right? But I wasn’t, the alcohol had stripped every ounce of shame off me. I parted my legs wider, beckoning him, even though I had no idea what this first time would be like.Ronan’s body hovered over mine, as his lips found mine again, his hand trailed under my shirt, rubbing my warm skin till it stopped just a little above my hips, he rubbed that spot softly, then moved his hand further down, grabbing my butt cheek and gave it a generous squeeze. Our lips smacked, loud enough in the room, my heart was racing