All Chapters of My Stepbrother, My Damnation : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Kindness

Riven’s POVI didn't need a doctor, or even a nurse. They always said laughter was the best medicine, right? As it turned out, the only medication I needed to soothe the pain biting into my bullet-wounded shoulder was a little bit of dark humor.Every single time my daggers thudded into the wall inches away from the whimpering bastard tied to the chair, I let out a low chuckle."I've... I've told you everything I know! I swear! Please don't kill me!"His tearful rants were entirely comical, so I just kept throwing my blades. Today had been incredibly productive. A day spent handing out torments and collecting cash was always a good day, and there was no better way to end it than visiting one of my private casino rooms for a game of darts."The wannabe biker gang calls themselves the Viper Cell. How incredibly corny," Malakai scoffed, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air.I ignored him, casually twirling a fresh dagger between my fingers. The private room was completely silent except f

Never

Lina’s POVSomething felt wrong. Way too wrong.It wasn't just because of how deafeningly quiet the room was. My consciousness had fully returned, yet I stubbornly refused to open my eyes. My brain rapidly pieced the missing memories together—I had been abducted twice in a single day. The first abduction happened when Ma dramatically dragged me from the police station, and the second, infinitely more infuriating one, was orchestrated by Princeton. That arrogant bastard had never taken no for an answer.Back when we were dating, my body would instantly lock up whenever he touched me, prompting me to withdraw. He always refused to respect my boundaries, completely hell-bent on forcing things, which was exactly why I broke up with him. You would think a messy breakup combined with my sudden move to LA would get him off my back, but he had tracked me down anyway. Ugh.The kidnapping wasn't completely unexpected, but the absolute silence surrounding me was baffling. Where the hell did Princ

A Line

Lina’s POV:I knew something wasn’t good. Maybe it was leaving Princeton at the brink of death.Or just… Riven. No reason but the sheer existence of Riven Rykerthorn.Something wasn’t good, but I needed a solid mind to think about that.My mind was melted by heat. Heat that dispersed from my chest, melting every ounce of strength in me.Riven’s mouth and tongue were the cause.“Pl…ea…se” I couldn’t feel my tongue. I couldn’t feel my own lips move.All I felt was pleasure mixed with a bit of pain.My head shakily lowered, eyes watching this bastard’s cruel mouth on my breast.Water rained down, enough to blur my vision, but I saw it clearly. I felt every fucking thing and—"Oh my!" I cried out at the abuse of my nipple.His teeth grazed it too harshly. Too sinfully. Yet so delicately."Hmm!"He detached his mouth, and not even water washed the redness away."Fuck" I heard Riven grunt, switching his attention to the other.He pulled the thin, wet shirt all the way to my collarbone, want

Step Sister

Writer's POV:[Riven's Penthouse | The Courtyard]He'd never allow him.First, Riven would be damned to allow Ryker under his roof. Heck, no one had ever stepped in here and come out alive.No one except for… yeah, her.“I'll never allow you.” Ryker's gruff but calm voice came.He wasn't here for pleasantries, so he didn't try to step foot into the building. Besides, only God knew how many booby traps were laid there.So he stood in front of his car, adjusting the cuff of his suit.Riven was irked. Both by his old man's presence and the fact that he treated here like his boardroom.This was his fucking driveway, and he despised rodents on it.“You think I'd sit back and allow you to drag the image of my company down the drain with your attitude?” Ryker faced his son, a deep frown etched on his lips.Riven regarded the man in his early 50s with… awe.As he leaned against his bike, muscular arms folded underneath his chest, he smirked. The kind a king would give to a first-time, unfunn

Three Headed Dragon

Writer's POV[The Rykerthorn Mansion]Ryker had returned to a house - just like he had done for past years.A house. Not a home.Once he alighted from the car, one of the butlers should’ve run out. Well, a butler did scurry out, ready to take the car keys and park it in the garage.But trailing behind him was a maid. A very, very worried one.From her facial expression, Ryker guessed the reason. So, after he tossed the key, and now slouched, he strolled on the cobblestone.“Welcome back, Master.”He barely nodded to the greeting of the maid."The mistress had stopped crying a while ago" Again, the maid, now trailing behind him slowly.From the different, far angles of the mansion’s living room, the servants noticed their employer’s mood. Many guessed and concluded his shoulders were slacked because of weight.Yes, the weight of the soon-to-be Mrs. Rykerthorn's sadness. From Willow’s cries throughout the night, and early hours of the morning, they figured her daughter—the unseen Miss

How Fucking Stupid

Lina’s POV:[Noon = A Hotel]I was walking.At least… my body was.Because my mind? That thing had been left behind somewhere between a blood-soaked ring, a pair of merciless blue eyes, and a shower that still clung to my skin like a second memory.Each step felt automatic, and I heard if I stopped moving, I’d have to feel everything at once—and I wasn’t ready for that.I wasn't ready to remember anything. And yet, the images came uninvited, but with a question.Was Princeton still alive?Riven hadn’t been fighting him. Nah, that devil had been destroying him.And a part of me—a small, inconvenient part—wondered if I had just walked away from a dying man.But then, who gave a fuck if the asshole who kidnapped and then raped me lived or died?If Princeton died in that ring… I wouldn’t mourn him.I shouldn't be thinking about him. But my mind was trying to distract me from the real question.Why the hell did my body enjoy Riven’s touch?I cannot emphasize how much I'd recoil, or freeze,

Is It Really Dinner?

Lina’s POV"Riven has never owned a wristwatch. He hates accessories. Always has. Even as a child, he’d take them off the moment anyone put one on him."Sure, my jaw dropped, but no sound came out.My fucking fingers clamped so hard around the leather strap of my purse that my knuckles went entirely numb, the skin turning a sickly, bloodless white.You mean to tell me that the kidnapping, the heavy chains chafing my wrists, Olivia hanging over a tank of fucking sharks was all .. a lie?It was all a goddamn lie?! A sick, fabricated game!?Now, I'm realizing that there was no missing watch. No stolen family heirloom.The devil hadn't dragged me into his psycho world to get his property back.Riven did it because he wanted *me*. He wanted to stretch me out under his thumb.The bastard had engineered an entire living nightmare just to throw a leash around my neck. Just to look at me with those merciless, freezing blue eyes and claim I belonged to him until he got what was "stolen."He wan

It Isn't

Lina’s POV"An expansion of Throne Empire will be fabulous!""I can help with that. A collaboration won't be bad either,"As the glossy corporate chatter went on, it made me want to swallow glass.In fact, I'd rather have walked on glass than stayed here.This wasn't dinner; it was torture.While the adults talked about zoning permits or whatever the fuck, Eve was practically climbing over her own dinner plate to get closer to Riven.It was pathetic.She was whispering in his ear, laughing at jokes he wasn't even making, and tossing her blonde hair around like a dog wagging its tail.I was furious. My blood was boiling, and I didn't even know who I wanted to strangle more—the blonde leech or the lying psycho sitting next to her.To prove a point, I started aggressively reaching for every dish Riven even looked at. If his hand twitched toward the bread, I snatched the basket.When he leaned in to grab the tongs for the salad bowl, I didn't even hesitate.I violently stabbed my fork dow

Coming

Riven’s POVOne week.It had been one fucking week since that dinner, and I was currently staring blankly at the ceiling while Eve bounced on my cock like a desperate, status-climbing rabbit."Oh yes, Riven!" As she moaned with her massive tits jiggling right in front of my face, I was completely zoned out.I didn't feel a goddamn thing.All my brain could picture, all it had been mapping out for the last seven days, was Lina.Specifically, her breasts.Compared to Eve’s oversized, plastic-looking tits, Lina’s were moderate. Perfect.They had these soft brown tips and those wide, dark areolas that had flushed a delicious, bruised pink when I bit into them.I wanted them back in my mouth.So fucking badly that my jaw literally ached with the urge to rip into her skin again. To hear her gasp and curse me out while her body betrayed her."I'm cumming! I'm so close!" As Eve groaned, she grabbed her tits like an anchor."Suck on 'em, Riven. Please!" She was begging, then leaned down to agg

Takedown

Lina’s POVMy eyes felt like they were coated in sandpaper. By now, the numbers on my computer screen were starting to blur into a big, mocking blob.I was overworking the fuck out of myself, and I knew it. But I didn't care. If I stopped typing, if I stopped staring at these old case files until my brain throbbed, the silence would let *him* back into my head.I can't afford to think of .."Oh.." I sigh absentl-mindedly as I stare at a paper cup. I didn't even have to look up to know those manicured hands and the faint scent of expensive cologne.Nikolai."Drink," his smooth, husky voice commanded gently. "It’s past midnight, Ryba. Go home. You’ve been living at this desk for a week straight.""I'm not tired," I lied, my voice sounding rough and completely dry. As I grabbed the black coffee and took a swig, it burned my tongue. But the pain was actually nice. It woke me up."You're a terrible liar," Nikolai murmured, leaning his hip against the edge of my desk. I wonder how he

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