All Chapters of His to Ruin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The air in the driveway was thick and humid, the kind of oppressive heat that made my clothes cling to my skin the second I stepped out of the car. I stood there for a moment, gripping the handle of my suitcase, staring at the house. It had been two years since I’d spent a full summer here, and the place felt different—larger, quieter, and somehow more dangerous. The front door swung open before I could even reach for the bell. My stepbrother, Leo, filled the frame. He wasn't the scrawny kid I remembered from high school. He’d filled out, his shoulders broad and his chest defined, glistening with a light sheen of sweat. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung grey sweatpants that hung precariously off his hips, revealing the sharp V-line of his pelvis. His eyes didn't just look at me; they dragged over me. He started at my sandals, moved up my tanned legs, lingered on the curve of my hips in my denim shorts, and finally locked onto my eyes with an intensity that ma

I gasped as Leo's tongue made contact with my pussy, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. His mouth was a furnace, devouring me with a hunger that left me breathless and aching for more.He worked me over with his tongue, lapping at my folds, probing my entrance, and swirling around my clit with expert precision. I was a writhing mess, my hips bucking against his face as I chased the pleasure he was so skillfully providing.Leo didn't relent, his oral assault on my cunt relentless as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. My walls clenched, my thighs trembling, as the pressure built to a fever pitch.“Leo," I whimpered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "I'm...I'm going to come."But he just kept going, his tongue a blur of motion as he drove me toward the precipice. And then, with a final, devastating lick, he sent me flying over the edge.My orgasm hit me like a freight train, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I screamed his

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside my window and the distant hum of a lawnmower. For a moment, I lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to process the events of the previous night. The kitchen counter. The creampie. The way Leo had commanded me, used me, and left me trembling and filled with his seed.I sat up slowly, wincing as my muscles protested. My thighs were sticky, dried evidence of Leo's claim still clinging to my skin. I needed a shower. Desperately.I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Mia, who was still snoring softly in the bed across the room. I grabbed my towel and toiletry bag, tiptoeing into the hallway.The house was quiet, the early morning light filtering through the windows in soft, golden beams. I made my way to the bathroom at the end of the hall, the one with the large glass-enclosed shower that I always preferred.I locked the door behind me, stripping off my pajamas and tossing them into the hamper. The sight of my nake

The morning after the shower incident, I woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon. It was a jarring contrast to the chaos in my head. I lay in bed for ten minutes, staring at the ceiling, trying to reconcile the girl who went to sleep reading romance novels with the girl who had just been bent over a kitchen counter and fucked in a shower by her stepbrother.I showered again, scrubbing my skin until it was pink, trying to wash away the feeling of his hands. But it was useless. I could still feel the phantom pressure of his fingers on my hips, the ghost of his breath against my neck.When I finally made it downstairs, the kitchen was empty save for the smell of burnt toast and the lingering scent of Leo’s cedar cologne. A plate of eggs and bacon sat on the table, covered in foil. A note was stuck to it in Leo’s sharp, angular handwriting: Eat. You need your strength.The words sent a shiver down my spine. I sat down, pulling the foil back, and took a bite. The eggs were overcooked, the

The heat arrived like a physical blow the next morning. By nine AM, the air was thick and soupy, the kind of Florida humidity that clung to your skin and made your clothes stick to your body like a second skin. The air conditioner struggled to keep up, cycling on and off with a weary groan that sounded almost human.I stood at my bedroom window, watching the backyard. The pool shimmered in the morning light, its surface a sheet of turquoise glass. Beyond the fence, the neighbor's palm trees swayed in a lazy breeze that didn't seem to reach us. The yard was enclosed—tall wooden privacy fences on three sides, the house itself forming the fourth wall. But the second-story windows of the Henderson house next door were visible above the fence line, their dark windows reflecting the morning sun like blind eyes.I hadn't slept well. The rules played on repeat in my head like a song I couldn't shake. No panties. When I call, you come. When I touch you, you don't pull away. You don't touch you