روايات وقصص ضمن My Stepbrother, My Ruin

“Delete it and block the number. I’ll handle this.” “Handle it how?” I snapped, voice cracking like the anxious teenager I apparently still was. “We can’t just ignore this. What if they send it to your dad? Or post it somewhere? My mom would lose her mind. ‘Oh honey, you’re screwing your stepbrother?’”

I muttered to no one, the words sounding as empty as I felt. If someone had told me a few weeks ago that my stepbrother would turn out to be my... mate—ugh, that word—I would’ve laughed so hard I’d probably choke. What kind of lunatic crap even is that? But here I was, not laughing, because apparently, my life decided to become a full-blown supernatural soap opera. And the weirdest part?

The way he looked at me made it impossible to say no. I reached down with shaky hands and loosened his belt. My fingers trembled as I pulled the zipper down, revealing the hard outline of him straining against his boxers. Shame burned through me. I didn’t want this. I shouldn’t want this. He was my stepbrother. This was wrong on every level. But my body betrayed me completely. Lucas watched me with dark, hungry eyes. “Crawl to me,” he said, voice low and rough. “And say my name while you do it.”

“My first day at work and I was sent home to ‘reflect’ for a whole week!! The guy who hired me — some arrogant prick named Dario Cross — called me out in the middle of the orientation meeting like I was a criminal. I ran from the bus stop, I was literally out of breath, and he still humiliated me in front of the entire staff. Who the hell does he think he is? “Just because he owns the place and has money, he thinks he can treat people like garbage? I swear, if I didn’t need this job so badly, I would have told him exactly where he could shove his ‘no lateness’ policy. What a narcissistic, controlling asshole.” Caleb listened patiently, nodding with sympathy, though I noticed a slight twitch

She was shallow, condescending, insanely hypersexual, and completely shameless, ready to sell out her own daughter's dignity for a higher line of credit and expensive leather goods. I didn't utter another single word. I grabbed the cold brass handle of the office door, yanked it open, and slammed it shut behind me with a loud, echoey bang that vibrated down the entire administrative corridor. I marched out of the university building with my head burning, my sneakers slapping hard against the cold stone steps. The crisp afternoon air hit my face, but it did nothing to cool the raging storm inside my head. Every single thing in my life was spiraling out of control. Creed was paraded around as

Only dark, thrilling anticipation. Brandon’s laugh vibrated against my throat. “Then they’ll see you getting fucked by the men who own you. Let them watch. Let them see exactly what you are—our desperate little slut who needs both our cocks to be satisfied.” The filthy words sent lightning straight to my clit. This was reckless. Dangerous. Forbidden in every possible way. Fucking my stepbrothers was a line that, once crossed, would destroy everything. There would be no coming back from this. No pretending it didn’t happen. No normal family dinners or casual conversations.

It's a lie, right? I whimpered. Why is everything so messed up?! There is no way that was fabricated as it was done in one of the reputable hospital in the city. I gripped the edges of the table,sulking and being imploded with several intricate feelings. Oh,Lord! Daniel is my step brother! My fvcking step brother,I almost married my step brother!

I murmured. Ruin my brother's chances of becoming Alpha and claiming his girl seemed like the perfect game plan to completely ruin him. Let the game begin…

The aftermath still runs through me, but I’m calmer now. I exhale and let the water do its work. I run my mind over what we’ve just done, how invasive it was, but welcome, how they saw through me, and pulled me apart. I was putty in their hands, and I let them do whatever they want to me. It is so easy to fall into them and forget myself, forget what this is. They’re my stepbrothers and from the look of things, Mom and Steve are getting married soon.

A dozen blue shards skidded across the linoleum, coming to rest near the heavy, mud-caked boots of the man standing in my living room. "Your brother’s a ghost, kid," the big one snarled. His name was Miller, and he smelled like stale cigarettes and cheap adrenaline. He kicked a kitchen chair aside. It hit the wall with a sickening crack. "And since Leo isn’t here to pay, you’re the collateral." I shook my head, my hands trembling as I lifted them to sign. I don’t know where he is. Please, I don’t have any money. Miller laughed, a dry, rasping sound. "I don’t speak hand-jive. Use your mouth or use your wallet. Oh, wait. You can’t do either, can you?"