All Chapters of Two Brothers. One Ruin.: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I keep fighting him, kicking, twisting, my body refusing to give in even as he carries me up the stairs. Step after step. Until he stops in front of the room—the same one from the first night. He pushes the door open and finally sets me down. The second my feet hit the ground, I shove at him, rage spilling over before I can stop it. “What did you want from my life? Is this what you wanted?” My fists come down against his chest, again and again, not caring that it does nothing. “Was this your revenge on Julian—or on me? Because right now, I’m the only one getting ruined!” He doesn’t stop me. Doesn’t grab my wrists. Doesn’t even move. He just stands there. Still. Watching. Like a wall I can’t break through. “What now?” I choke out, hitting him again, weaker this time but no less desperate. “How does it feel, huh? Seeing him happy with someone else? What’s your next move? You gonna steal Millie from him too?” My hands fall, but the anger doesn’t. “You took everything from me, Sha

He pulls out, and my body clenches around nothing, aching for him to fill me again. But he doesn’t give me time to adjust—his hands grip my hips, flipping me onto my knees in one swift motion. He yanks me back against him, and then— He slams back into me. Hard. Wild. The kind of roughness I didn’t even know I craved until this moment. His grip snaps around my wrists, forcing them behind my back. My face presses into the mattress as he drives into me. My moans are muffled against the bed, his own growls rumbling from deep in his throat, raw and unrestrained. His cock is perfect. His movements are maddening, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure so intense it borders on pain. I’m lost in it, in him, my body nothing but sensation, my mind nothing but need. Pain flashes as he yanks my arms back, forcing my spine to arch, my body straining against him. He pins both my wrists with a single hand now, his other closing around my throat, his fingers pressing just enough to make my pul

I take a slow breath and turn toward Millie. She’s wrapped in a robe, silk peeking through underneath—intimate in a way I didn’t need to witness this early in the morning. “I’ve got a shift,” I say, keeping my voice even. “I need to go.” “Oh, right.” She steps closer, closing the distance like she’s been waiting for this moment. “The doctor thing.” Her eyes lock onto mine. And for once—there’s no sweetness. No carefully crafted smile. No soft edges. “Since we’re alone, let me make something clear.” There it is. Finally. The real her. “Julian is mine,” she says, each word precise. “Last night made that pretty obvious.” I don’t move. Don’t react. I just let her speak. “You?” Her gaze drags over me, dismissive. “You’re just a distraction. A leftover from the past. The only reason you’re even still relevant is because you ended up as Shaun’s latest toy—and yeah, that got under Julian’s skin for a second.” Her lips curl slightly. “But that won’t last. Soon enough, all this nois

Shaun I stare at the cigarette burning between my fingers, watching the ash gather faster than it should before crumbling apart. Just like every damn plan I lined up so carefully. Just like every thought I had under control. Now all of it’s coming apart piece by piece, slipping loose right in front of me no matter how hard I try to keep a grip on it. Maybe I saw this coming. Maybe I didn’t. Or maybe I saw it perfectly clear and decided to ignore it anyway. I take a long drag from the cigarette, deep enough to burn the back of my throat. Smoke clouds in front of my face, blurring the office into something hazy and distant. How the fuck did I let it get this far? The thought alone irritates me enough to tighten my jaw. The office door swings open. Sarah walks in. She sure as hell doesn’t look like someone who spent the entire night cleaning up a disaster. The sweet scent of her perfume hits me immediately—too sweet, too heavy—settling in the air until it starts feeling su

Liana Something hot presses against me, wrapped around me so tightly the heat seeps through my entire body. But I don’t want to pull away. A lazy smile slips onto my lips before I’m even fully awake, and instinctively I burrow closer, curling deeper into the warmth surrounding me. The heavy weight against me shifts, settling harder over my body, and in response I melt further into it. God. It feels good. Warm air brush against my neck, slow and steady. A shiver races across my skin. What is that? Something rough—callused fingers, long and strong—glides lazily along my thigh in an almost absentminded caress. Fingers? What the hell— Panic slams into me all at once. My eyes fly open, and the sudden flood of light burns through my skull so sharply it makes my head pound. But the panic disappears almost as quickly as it comes, replaced by something far more dangerous. Because the moment my vision clears, I see him. Asleep. His face is buried so close against mine it’s alm