My Stepbrother, My Ruin の小説・ストーリー

“My stepbrother’s mouth on me. Making me cum even when everything is falling apart.” I came hard, shaking against his face. He stood up, freed himself, and thrust into me on the couch. “Take me,” he growled. “All of me.” I wrapped my legs around him. “Yes. Fuck me. Claim me.” He moved deep and steady, eyes locked on mine. “You’re mine. No matter what this blackmailer does. Say it.” “I’m yours. Only yours. My stepbrother owns me.” We came together, holding each other tight.

“Such a good girl for your big brother. Look at you — glasses on, drooling all over family cock like the filthy little whore you write about.” Kai and Jax step out of the shadows, cocks already hard again. The full realization hits me like lightning — I’m about to be destroyed by all three of my stepbrothers at once. These are the men I grew up with. My family. I’m the quiet nerd with glasses, and they’re about to ruin every hole while our parents could arrive any second. The dangerous thrill of exposure makes my pussy gush. They don’t waste time.

His eyes glittered darkly. “You and I are stuck in this house. And I will haunt you. Bleed you. Break you. And when I get bored, I’ll fix you back up to fit my perfection. And then begin the process all over.” He shoved me backwards, sending me tumbling to my feet. I fell hard to the floor, my ankles and sides scraping against the edge of the bed, bruising as blood welled. My heart sank as he stood over me, mischief and malice swirling in his eyes. Now I knew it. He was set to ruin me. He hated me. My own stepbrother loathed me—and good heavens, I hated him too.

Zane muttered matter-of-factly. Ella screwed up her nose in what seemed like jealousy and disgust. “Your sin doll? She’s your step-sister. What sort of weird shit are the both of you on?” “You fucked your own brother, Ella. I’m not fucking him, so get the hell out before I let everyone know what sort of slutty bitch you really are,” I growled, shoving my palms against her chest. I watched as her jaw dropped. Oh, she had no idea just how much I knew about people.

To pull me out of it and make things go back to the way they were before I lost it all. I lost control of my life and overindulged in sex because I needed it to make me feel complete. I needed it to make me feel something. Maybe occupy a void in my heart. But it was the beginning of my self-destruction. And then there was my stepbrother who made things worse by simply being alive. I had to put up with the reminder that someone as horrible as him still walked around like a free man. He ruined my life. Took away things I could never get back even in a million years.

He took a step close to me, and I forced a step back, my gaze still buried to the ground, His fingers found my chin and he lifted my face to meet his cold gaze, “Let me make two things clear. First, we're never going to be step-siblings.” He paused as if trying to read my expression but it was clear I hated him just as much, “Second, if anyone finds out and you destroy my reputation, I swear, I'll fucking ruin you.” His fingers brushed the bottom of my lips almost immediately he was done talking and he let go of my chin as well.

“That’s what I thought.” His hand moved higher, and in that moment, with the storm raging outside and the fire casting flickering shadows across his sharp features, I realized I was in serious trouble. Because I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted my stepbrother to ruin me.

I've messed up. I just f*cked my stepbrother a few hours ago. What was going to happen to me and my Mum now? If she finds out I did such a thing, her blood pressure would rise, and I could lose my mother. As I stood there for a long time, lost in thought and calculating my misery, Ryan’s voice came up again “Wait, don't tell me you're the step-sister father had been disturbing to have dinner with,” he muttered, his face scrunched.

There was no point in telling Roman's stepbrother that my marriage was as good as ruined. "It's okay to talk to someone when you're hurting. So stop trying to change the topic." I couldn't help but wonder why he was showing concern. "You said yourself that you don't understand what I'm feeling. I mean why would you?" I spoke in a shaky voice. "All you do is fuck around, change ladies like clothes and repeat the process all over again. So don't sit there and pretend that you want to listen to what I have to say because you and your stepbrother are just the same; fucking womanizers." I lashed out, the outburst leaving my chest rapidly rising up and down.

Her next words nearly give me a heart attack. “There are two things, actually. Sebastian and I got married in Vegas two days ago.” My stomach drops. “What?!” “There was nothing I could do, Loriah.” She cries. “He brought it up and I couldn’t dissuade him. I’m so sorry.” This only means one thing — Zakari is really my step brother now. “I don’t have much time, but the second thing I want to tell you… Zakari killed his younger brother ten years ago. He murdered Jamal with his own hands…”