Chapter: CHAPTER SEVENTY THREEPresident?NEOHe was supposed to be in bed.Of course he wasn’t.I found him in the kitchen instead, one hand braced on the counter while the other fumbled with the bandage around his shoulder. The gauze had already started slipping again, blood seeping faintly through the edge like he’d been ignoring it for longer than he should’ve.He didn’t even turn when I walked in.Just exhaled through his nose, like pain was an inconvenience rather than something worth stopping for.“Don’t tell me you’re trying to handle that yourself,” I said, moving toward him.The first thing I did after waking up was look for him. I was still thinking about the shooting, still replaying everything that could’ve gone wrong. I hadn’t even checked my phone like I usually did.Instead, I ended up bringing it downstairs with me.“I might have to call Mr. Bramwell. Your shoulder doesn’t look good,” I added.I reached for the gauze, but he leaned away.“I can do it.”“No, you can’t,” I said flatly. “Stop being st
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Chapter: CHAPTER SEVENTY TWOCome Here, RockstarDANIELQuestions. Medical check-ups, plus a few claps on the back for being a hero. The next hour tested my patience like never before, with Neo pacing and freaking out in front of me. “I told you to stay put. It was a simple instruction, Neo.” I growled. The sight of him running toward me while the shooter was still out in the open had sent more panic crashing through me than having a gun pointed at my face.It didn't matter that I’d disarmed the shooter, what if he had another gun? What if he had a second gun I’d missed? Terror crawled over my body. I could handle getting shot. I couldn't handle Neo getting hurt. “You were shot, Daniel.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “What were you even thinking? That you’re Superman?” He heaved a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’d already neutralized the gunman, and I thought you were going…to….die.”His voice wobbled at the end and my anger vanished into thin air. Other than my unit buddies and a few peop
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Chapter: CHAPTER SEVENTY ONEOne Shot AwayNEO“Someone has to stop him.” Daniel tried to pull his leg away but I held it tightly. A cold sweat broke out all over my body. He couldn't possibly be saying what I thought he was saying. My mind couldn't stop playing out so many what-if scenarios. We had been having a nice conversation, one where Daniel was finally talking about himself and the next second all this happened.“It doesn’t have to be you. The police—”“It’ll be late by the time the damn police get here.” Daniel looked more serious than I’d ever seen him, scrutinizing the whole park with eagle eyes. “Don’t. Move.”And he was gone before I could continue arguing.I watched in horror as Daniel crossed the wide open expanse of grass toward the shooter who had a gun aimed at someone on the ground. A tree blocked my view of who the victim was, but then I crouched lower, and my horror doubled. Now I understood why Daniel had that expression on his face before he left. The gunman was pointing at a man and a c
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Chapter: CHAPTER SEVENTYFor A Brief MomentDANIELThree weeks. That was how long Neo had been avoiding me. We’d been in the same space of course. Still attended interviews and rode in the same car. As a client and his bodyguard. Every conversation had ended before it started. Not when he was arguing with his mom one time and I tried to talk or when I found him sitting outside the pool in utter silence. He wouldn’t look at me. When I touched him accidentally or not, he pulled away. I couldn't look at him without thinking of the scars on his back.I could ask him, but that would be too intrusive and crossing the line, so I just let him be.Right now we are at a charity event. One Vivian had insisted that Neo attended last minute. The building was large the way these events always were. Music industry noise disguised as elegance. And of course, cameras blinking everywhere like a cherry on top.Neo kept checking the time on his phone, clearly wanting to leave as soon as possible but unable to. I watched as h
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Chapter: CHAPTER SIXTY NINEFaded, Not GoneNEOI could still feel Daniel’s fingers on my back.Not the good kind of touch — the one that had me rocking on his lap like I’d lost my mind. No. The other kind. The one that had brushed over those ugly, raised lines I never let anyone see.The scars. I thought years of countless surgeries were going to make them disappear. But things didn't work that way. It was still there, no matter how hard I tried to convince myself otherwise. My stomach twisted as I stared out the car window, the city blurring past. I’d yanked my shirt down so fast in that storage room I nearly tripped over a box. Daniel hadn’t said anything since, but I could feel his eyes on me in the rearview mirror every few seconds. Heavy. Questioning.I hated it.I hated how exposed I felt. Not just my body, that part had been easy, raw and desperate and wanted. But the scars? Those were mine. A reminder of my father’s cruelty. And now Daniel had touched them.“Neo.” His voice was low, careful. “You oka
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Chapter: CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHTUnder His SkinDANIELNeo wrapped his hand around both of us and started stroking.“Fuck, Neo…” The words tore out of me before I could stop them.He rocked on my lap, stroking us faster, his fist tight and perfect as our cocks slid together. Precum leaked steadily from both of us, making everything slippery and obscene. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the tiny storage room with every stroke. Every shift of his sent a jolt through me. I should have stopped this.Instead, my hands gripped his ass harder, pulling him down as I thrust up into his fist. The friction was driving me insane. Every roll of his hips made our cocks grind together, the head of his brushing mine on every upstroke“You’re so fucking hard,” he gasped, voice wrecked as he stroked us faster. His thumb swiped over both our tips, spreading the mess, and my head fell back against the wall with a groan I couldn’t hold back.“Neo— shit—” I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into another messy kiss, tongues
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Ruin Me: My Stepbrother, My Professor
“That’s it, little sister,” he rasped against my ear, voice low and dangerous. “Soak your stepbrother’s fingers like the dirty, naughty girl you are.”
Two thick fingers plunged deep into my dripping core without warning, stretching me, claiming me, pumping hard and fast. I whimpered, biting down on his shoulder to stifle the moan that threatened to betray us.
“Be a good girl and stay silent…” he rumbled low in my ear, “or everyone in this library will know exactly how desperate you are to be fucked by me.”
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One reckless, drunken night. One masked stranger who set her body on fire with sin and secrets. No names. Just raw heat, tangled limbs, and forbidden pleasure.
The next morning, still throbbing from the memory, Miyara walks into class only to freeze. The man commanding the lecture hall is no stranger. He’s Caden Cross, her stepbrother.
The one who vanished six years ago, leaving her with a childhood crush she never quite buried. Her one-night stand.
Now he’s back. Older. Darker. Her professor.
The stepbrother she once ached for has returned with one purpose: to take her, ruin her, and break her completely, until she’s nothing but his.
As buried secrets surface and outsiders conspire to tear them apart, Miyara must decide: fight the pull of the forbidden… or surrender to the man who’s always owned her heart and now wants every filthy, shattered piece of her.
Will they burn together in the ashes of their taboo desire, consequences be damned? Or will the world force them apart before she can beg for more?
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Warning: This story contains explicit sex scenes, stalking, non-con/dub-con acts, coercion and manipulation. Kindly proceed with caution
قراءة
Chapter: All My FaultMIYARAIt had to be a dream—a nightmare where I woke up—one where I hadn’t actually let my stepbrother, my professor, strip me bare and spank me like an eight-year-old. But it wasn’t. Because my legs were still shaking and my thighs were sticky with my arousal. If shame could kill, I would be dead right in the middle of this hallway as I staggered forward.Voices drifted to my ear from the other end of the corridor, and I immediately straightened, my heart pounding in my chest.As I walked back to the dorm, I kept thinking about why I did that, why I let him treat me like that. Like I was an object. My father. It was so he wouldn’t send the video to my father. I flung the nagging thought of the part of me that secretly wanted it to the back of my mind.How did he even know I was with Jace the other day?Isa was on her bed when I entered the dorm, facing the wall. Elsie was nowhere to be found as usual.I’d been wanting to talk to her after our last conversation. She had been avoiding
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Chapter: SIRCADENI’d spent five fucking days turning it over in my mind and arriving at the same damn answer every time. My mother had a hand in my father’s death. And she had done it quietly enough that nobody looked twice. Not until now.I had a nine o’clock class to teach. Thoughts of my father faded into the back of my mind as I entered the lecture hall. The class fell silent immediately, their gazes boring into me as I adjusted my cufflinks without looking up.She walked in fifteen minutes late, her smell announcing her arrival before I could even look at her—sweet, vanilla, and fucking distracting. The door closed softly as she awkwardly stood there, tugging at the sleeves of her cardigan. I paused mid-sentence, my jaw locking tight. Our eyes met briefly, before I turned towards the class again. She mumbled a silent “sorry” before finding her way to a seat at the back. Despite trying not to look her way the entire lecture, my eyes constantly strayed to the back and I hated every fucking
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Chapter: Do You Like My Painting?MIYARAIt was my face staring back at me. Painted in strokes that were both careful and frantic, like he couldn't decide whether to take his time or get it out fast before the memory faded. It dawned on me as I carefully looked at the painting. It felt like he had painted it on the first day we met—when he almost ran me over with his bike. It was the same shirt in the painting that I wore with the same backpack. My gaze flicked to him just in time to see the corners of his lips curl up. “Do you like it?” He asked, eyes narrowing in on me as if he had done this a thousand times before.“This….” I moved close enough to run my palm over the board. It looked exactly like me, if not better. The attention to detail— my freckles and the mole on my lip. “It’s…. mesmerizing Jace…. I don’t even know how to feel right now.” I let out a nervous chuckle. “You made a whole painting of me.”He held my gaze steadily.“I couldn’t get you out of my head after the first day I saw you looking like your
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Chapter: Just One RideMIYARACold sweat broke on my forehead as I watched the brutal flinging of arms. Nausea rose to my throat and it took all the will in me not to throw up on the person sitting below me. Jace received a blow to his jaw, the impact making him stumble backwards. He wiped his lip, flashing the audience, specifically me, bloodied teeth through a grin. The crowd roared in excitement. This must be some sick joke. Gabriel swung for the same lip. Jace dodged in time, landing one clean hit to his side. He groaned in pain before his knees gave out and he dropped to the floor. I had to get out of here. Couldn't watch this madness anymore. Giving Isa and Elsie an excuse to use the washroom, I squeezed through the crowd and made my way outside. Once I was outside, I took in a deep breath and tried to steady my breathing. The nausea I’d been fighting finally won.I bent over sharply, one hand braced against the wall as I threw up. My breathing came out shaky afterward, my entire body trembling
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Chapter: Welcome To The UndergroundMIYARATwo days.That’s how long it had taken for the video to vanish from every campus page, every group chat, and every whispered conversation. One morning it was everywhere. The next, it was gone — like someone had wiped it clean with a single click.Isa had come back to the dorm that same night, silent and exhausted. She didn’t explain where she’d been, and I didn’t ask. The air between us felt thick, but at least she was here.This morning, I stepped out when she asked to speak to Elsie alone.“Look…. I didn't know things were gonna end up that way okay. I'm really sorry.” Elsie’s voice drifted to me in the faintest tone as I pressed my ear to the door—bad habit. I know. But I couldn't help feeling left out. Wouldn’t hurt anyone to eavesdrop on a thing or two right?I could hear Isa’s voice, but I couldn’t really make out the words she was saying. “Miyara?”“Za…ra…. what are you doing here?” I said, praying to God my voice came out normal. Too late. Her lips curled up in an amus
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Chapter: Ghosts Of The Past CADEN“Which of them?” I asked, knowing damn well he might not answer. “I can’t say. Please let me.” He coughed loudly, gasping for air. This pathetic loser and his friends didn't know what they had signed up for by messing with the wrong girls. I cracked my knuckles, turning my head from side to side before letting out a long exhale. Could it be Finn Sokolov? Or his brother? The silver-haired one looked like he wouldn't do anything to hurt Miyara. But I didn't fucking trust anybody. Mark came up behind me. “We should let him go. It’ll look bad to be involved directly with the Bratva.” He leaned in a fraction. Mark was right. There had to be a reason they were targeting Isabella—a mere college student. And from what I checked, she came from an average family in Boston.“Untie him.” I had bigger problems to deal with, which somehow still had to do with the Sokolovs. The guy holding my jacket stepped forward, handed it to Mark, and bent to unclasp the ropes. Connor or whateve
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