Ruin me, Stepbrother
WARNING: This book is pure filth. If stepbrother taboo, cruel edging games, and obsessive possessive sex aren’t your thing, close it now. Everyone else… enjoy the fall.
NOTE: THIS ISN'T INCEST.
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I’ve always wanted my stepbrother, even before the day our parents said “I do.”
Nineteen years old, and I still get dripping wet every time Jax walks into a room shirtless, cocky, and smelling like sin.
He knows.
He’s always known.
For years he’s made me suffer because of it, fucking different girls and subjecting me to the ruin of listening to them moaning and screaming his name.
He fingers me under the dinner table, tongue in my pussy while our parents room are in the other end of mansion. He makes me lick other girls off his cock just so he can remind me I’ll never be more than his dirty little secret.
But he has one unbreakable rule: brothers don’t fuck their little sisters.
No matter how hard I beg. No matter how many times he edges me until I’m sobbing. He never fucks me.
Until the night our parents’ jet takes off and Jax locks every door in the mansion…
I hate him.
I crave him.
I’m going to make him snap.
Because the second he finally shoves that thick cock inside me, I’m never letting him go.
Ready to be ruined? ONE-CLICK AND FIND OUT HOW FAR A STEPBROTHER WILL GO TO OWN WHAT HE SWORE HE’D NEVER TAKE.
قراءة
Chapter: MessierI reached between us and freed his dick from his boxers, wrapping my hand around his length. He was thick and hot in my palm, the skin stretched smooth and taut, the head already slick and shiny with his arousal.A bead of clear fluid gathered at the slit. I let my thumb roam over it, spreading the wetness down the underside in a slow stroke from base to tip."Ugrrhhhh... fuck—" He made a low sound against my throat, with his hips twitching into my touch as I worked him with the same patience he had shown me, twisting my wrist on the upstroke, feeling how the precum kept welling until my fingers were slippery with it.When I guided him to my entrance, he pushed inside with that same careful patience. The blunt head parted my folds, then pressed deeper. The stretch of him was thick and perfect, filling me inch by inch. I felt every ridge, every vein, the way my walls had to open around the heavy girth until he was seated fully, the base of him flush against
آخر تحديث: 2026-07-29
Chapter: Hard Line Of His DickI returned the favor and stripped his shirt off with the same measured pace. My hands settled flat on his chest afterward, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath my palms.His skin was warm and smooth, and the beat of his heart stayed strong and steady against my touch. I could feel the tension that was coiling beneath the surface, the way his muscles flexed slightly under my hands when my thumbs brushed his nipples.He watched my hands on him, with his eyes half-lidded with heat.I watched his face watching me, watched the slight parting of his lips, the way his throat worked when I dragged my nails lightly down his stomach.The familiarity of this moment should have dulled the edge, but instead it sharpened everything into something almost unbearable. It's been days since i touched him and I missed him so much, so much that right now, the slowness turned each contact electric. There was no rush toward anyth
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Chapter: Drip From The Corner Of My MouthWe entered through the back door, coming into the house after the whole day outside.The warmth of the house and the familiar smell surrounded me as I stood in the kitchen and felt it close around me again. It felt different after the garden. The house seemed smaller, more contained, and more entirely ours.He closed the door behind us and looked at me standing there.I was warm from the day, with my hair damp from the outdoor shower and the sun. I had no makeup on and was wearing his shirt from this morning.I looked at him. The outdoor version of him was still slightly visible, and he looked looser than usual."Hungry?" he asked.I thought for a moment. "Not really."He nodded and did not move toward the stove.We looked at each other in the kitchen."His room?" I asked."Yeah," he said.We climbed the stairs with his hand in mine.I looked at the specific stair as we passed, and his mouth did the thing.I laughed quietly, and he squeezed my hand.We reached his room and his door, a
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Chapter: Crisis ManagementThe office was chaos from the moment I walked in.Nina was already there, which meant she'd probably been there since early morning, which meant she was in full crisis mode even though nothing had actually gone wrong yet. She just had that particular energy that made everyone around her move faster."The fabric vendor sent the wrong samples," she said before I'd even set my bag down."How wrong?""Wrong enough that we need to call them immediately and figure out if they can fix it or if we're starting from scratch."I set my bag down and pulled out my laptop. "Okay. Let's see what we're working with."The samples were bad. Not unusable, but wrong; the dye lot was off on three pieces, the texture on another was completely different from the specification sheet. It was fixable if the vendor was cooperative. It was a complete restart if they weren't.I compared them against the specification sheet twice, hoping I'd somehow missed something the first time. I hadn't. Tiny differences in co
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Chapter: Across My WaistI woke before my alarm.The room was still dark, that particular quality of pre-dawn where you can't quite tell if night is ending or if the world has just forgotten to turn on the lights. Beside me, he was still asleep, one arm across my waist, his breathing steady and deep.I didn't move.I just lay there and looked at him, committing the specific angle of his face to memory, the way his hair fell across his forehead, the particular peace that came over him when he slept.In three hours I would be in the car.In two days I would be back.For the next seven weeks, I would be doing this over and over.He stirred slightly, pulling me closer in his sleep, and I felt something tighten in my chest. Seven weeks of launches prep. Seven weeks of flying back and forth. Seven weeks of leaving him, coming back, leaving again.I slipped out of bed carefully, easing his arm away without waking him, and went to shower. The water was hot and I stood under it longer than necessary, trying to mentall
آخر تحديث: 2026-07-28
Chapter: I Still Had Tonight"Nina needs," I said over breakfast as I stirred my coffee.He looked up from his phone."The final launch prep is in two days," I said. "I have to leave tomorrow."His eyes stayed on mine for a second. Something shifted across his face before it disappeared."For how long?""Two days. I'll be back the day after tomorrow."He nodded once and looked back at his phone.I watched him. I'd been thinking about this since last night, trying to figure out the right way to tell him.That was it?"Okay," he said.I frowned. "Okay?""It's your launch," he replied, finally looking up. "Of course you have to go."He sounded calm. Too calm.I was the one who already felt the distance. I was the one who had been dreading this conversation.His eyes found mine again, and just like always, he read me before I said anything."I'll still be here when you get back."Something tightened in my chest. "I know."He returned to his phone, and I took another sip of my coffee.The kitchen was warm, filled with
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Chapter: In My Professor's Arms: Own Every HoleThe evening drapes over the house like a soft, warm blanket. Roasted chicken fills the air with savory richness. Garlic and herbs blend with the faint sweetness of red wine. Candlelight flickers across the dining room. Golden glows dance on every wall and face. I stand beside the table. My fingers adjust each plate. The ceramic feels cool and smooth under my touch. My heart swells with pure triumph. The launch with Ivy went perfectly. The afterparty dance with Victor still lingers on my skin. Ivy’s excited call about Ethan replays in my mind. Every moment weaves together into a vibrant tapestry. Success and deep connection hum through my entire body. The doorbell chimes. The sharp, bright note slices through the quiet. I smooth my dress. The silk fabric brushes my thighs like a teasing caress. I open the door. Ivy and Ethan stand on the porch. Their smiles shine bright. They mirror the joy bursting inside me. Ivy steps inside first. Her dark hair falls loose around her shoulders. Th
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Chapter: Happy Ending?Morning light seeps through the curtains. It creates a soft glow that spills across the bedroom. The air still carries the faint scent of last night’s wine. It also holds the musk of Victor’s skin lingering on the sheets. I wake slowly. My body feels heavy with the delicious ache from the afterparty’s dance.The memory of his hands on me sends a warm pulse beneath my skin. My pussy throbs faintly. That sensation serves as a sweet reminder of our closeness. Yet the triumph of the launch with Ivy fills my chest with a quiet joy. That joy pushes aside any exhaustion. I stretch my limbs. The mattress creaks under me. The cool fabric of the sheets slides against my legs as I sit up. The room remains silent except for the distant hum of the city waking outside.I slide out of bed. The floor feels smooth and cool beneath my bare feet. I pull on a robe. The soft cotton brushes against my sensitive skin. I pad toward the kitchen. The scent of coffee hits me first. It smells
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Chapter: Love’s CatalystThe grand hall changes the second the formal speeches end. Applause fades into a low, sexy hum. The lights drop to a warm gold. Polished wood smells rich under the swirl of wine and sugar from the dessert tables. Glasses clink. A saxophone curls lazy notes around us. People laugh in soft bursts. The stage is empty now, the microphone just a dark shadow, and the whole room feels like it’s exhaling.I stand by the bar in my emerald dress, the silk catching every flicker of light. My cheeks are still hot from the spotlight. Victor’s hand is warm in mine. He leans in, his broad shoulder brushing my arm, steady as always. I feel the heat of him through the fabric and it makes my pulse skip.Then I spot Ivy threading through the crowd. Her steps slow when she sees Ethan by the high-top table. He’s holding a whiskey, dark eyes locked on her like the room just narrowed to two people. She stops a breath away. The air between them crackles. I can almost smell her perfume dri
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Chapter: Need for PoetryThe grand hall throbs with raw energy. Polished wood gleams under the chandeliers. Fresh lilies spill their sweet perfume into the air. Every breath carries the sharp bite of excitement. Through the open doors, the crowd’s roar softens into a low, constant hum. Voices blend with laughter. Glasses clink. Chairs scrape as people settle. The stage waits ahead of us, sleek and golden. The microphone stands at its center, gleaming like a promise. Overhead lights buzz faintly, throwing shifting shadows across the floor. I stand backstage with Ivy. My heart slams against my ribs. The weight of this moment presses into my chest like a second heartbeat.I smooth my dress. The silk slides cool and sleek against my thighs. My fingers shake as I tug the hem straight. Victor’s touch from last night still lingers under my skin. A phantom heat that steadies me. Ivy paces beside me. Her dark hair catches every shard of light. Her breathing comes fast and shallow. I force a smile. It wobble
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Chapter: His Dickprint in My MindMorning light poured through the window. It created a cascade of gold that bathed the entire room in warmth. The air still carried the faint, lingering scent of last night’s coffee. It also held the crisp freshness of a brand-new day. I woke with a sudden jolt. My heart thumped hard against my ribs. The anticipation of the joint project launch with Ivy surged through me like a live electrical current. My body still hummed from Victor’s touch the night before. The faint ache deep in my pussy served as a sweet echo of his thick cock owning every inch of me. He had stretched me to my absolute limits. My mind raced ahead to the stage. I thought about the words Ivy and I had woven together into a tapestry of raw emotion and bold innovation.I slid out of bed. My bare feet padded across the cool, smooth wooden floor. I grabbed a robe from the chair. The soft cotton grazed my sensitive skin as I wrapped it around my naked body. I tied the sash loosely. Then I strode purposefully toward the k
آخر تحديث: 2025-12-26
Chapter: Only The BeginningMorning light slips through the curtains in soft, lazy waves. It paints the room gold and makes the air feel gentle. I catch the faint smell of coffee mixed with the musty sweetness of old books stacked on the table. My body wakes slowly. Every muscle carries a delicious soreness from last night with Victor. The ache between my thighs pulses like a secret heartbeat. His cock had claimed every inch of me, and the memory alone makes me squeeze my legs together. But the thought fades fast. Today is about something new.I stretch long and slow. The sheets slide over my skin like a lover’s hand. I slide out of bed. The hardwood floor is cool against my bare feet. I grab my silk robe from the chair. The fabric whispers over my nipples and settles around my hips. I tie the belt loose and pad toward the kitchen. Excitement bubbles in my chest. Ivy will be here soon. Our collaboration feels like the start of something unstoppable.Victor is already at the counter. The coffe
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