Ruin Me: My Stepbrother, My Professor

Chapter 6: Mine

CADEN’S POV

The window frame bit into my palms as I watched the silver-haired prick kill his engine. Watched her stumble. Watched her hesitate—then take his f*****g hand.

Heat exploded in my chest.

Miyara Anderson. My stepsister. My obsession. The one who thought she could slip through my fingers after everything. She hadn’t changed much. Same curly red hair and plump lips that I wanted to sink my teeth into every time.

She slammed the car door like it could shut me out.

Then drove off without looking back.

But I saw it, the flush on her cheeks, the way her fingers trembled when they left his.

She didn't know the real danger was right here. Watching. Waiting.

I let the curtain fall, seeing the guy look up at the window. My phone was already in my hand.

Time to remind her who she belonged to.

I swiped through a folder I had kept specifically for her. Pictures of her stared back at me. Some of her walking to the night club I had followed her to. The others were of her walking with her friend and so many others I’ve gathered over the years.

Finally, I found what I was looking for. I tapped on the play button of the video and it started. Her moans filled my ear, jerking my c**k to attention.

Fuck.

There, on the hotel bed was my naughty stepsister who liked to play Mother Teresa, pushing my face down on her cunt. Riding like her life depended on it.

Recording someone without permission was illegal. Immoral. But I never gave two f***s about either.

I reached for my c**k and started stroking firmly from base to top, her moans fueling me up. Eyes fixed on the video, I stroked harder, faster, arousal building taut in my bones.

I hissed as I gave my c**k one hard stroke, hot c*m spilling out all over my stomach and desk as my breath steadied. I pulled out tissues and wiped them on my shirt and off my desk.

Shit. This was messy.

I sent the text I’d been wanting to send all day and waited for her reaction. Where I got her number from? I might have taken it from her documents. I was her supervisor afterall.

Me: I have a little something you might wanna

see, little sister.

My lips pulled into a smirk as I spotted two dots on the screen.

Little sister: What do you want from me, Caden?

She had the guts to ask what I wanted from her after ruining my life?

Me: Is that how to welcome your brother? I’m hurt.

I typed as I waited for her response. Two seconds. Three. Then she started typing again.

Leave me alone.

I stared at the words on the screen, my hold on the phone becoming tighter and tighter. If only she knew. Leaving her alone was not part of my vocabulary.

I send one last text before putting my phone away.

Meet me in my office tomorrow or you won’t like what happens next. You don’t wanna upset Daddy dearest do you?.

It was already evening when I pulled up in front of my house. I checked my phone as I killed the engine. The fifth time I’d done so since leaving my office on campus. No reply. She hadn’t replied to my last text.

I loosened my tie, took a cold shower that did nothing to calm the heat coiling in my body, and sat behind my desk. Pouring myself a glass of whiskey, I leaned back in my chair and took sips.

My cell phone vibrated against the desk.

“Boss, I found the CCTV footage you were looking for. I’ll bring them over immediately”, my assistant’s voice sounded on the other end of the phone.

“Good,” I said. Funny how a little leverage over Dean Gary had landed an office at Kingsford.

I raised the glass to my lips, the liquid burning my throat as it flowed through my insides. My lips curled up slightly. Things were going as planned.

I couldn't wait to pay our lovely parents a surprise visit.

A text popped up on my phone then, but instead of my little sister, it was from the app I had designed to track her movement. The same app I had used to track her location from her cheating fiancé’s apartment to the nightclub.

A tiny dot kept blinking on the screen. It was showing her movement from her apartment to where I assumed was home. Home. She was running to daddy. Like that could save her from me. Cute.

Grabbing my keys, I slid back into my car and followed the map. I took sharp turns to meet up with her.

Soon, I was on the main road. Following behind her closely, but not close enough for her to notice. My pulse kicked harder than the whiskey burn.

I was right. She was heading home. I parked at a distance. Then watched her drive into the house before I moved closer—to the house that never felt like home to me no matter how hard I tried. It hadn’t changed much. Same expensive exterior and grand structure.

An unwanted feeling settled in my guts, spreading to my chest before I crushed it down.

Dressed in her usual baggy jeans and a white T-shirt, my little sister stepped out of the car. Her hair was tied in a messy ponytail.

I waited until she was inside the house, then I took the burner phone I always had on me.

Posing as one of his important clients, I sent a text to my stepfather. A message he won’t ignore. And knowing my mom, she’d follow along. Perfect.

Me: I found a little time on my schedule. I hope you do not mind if we meet immediately to discuss this partnership. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Within a few minutes, a middle-aged man in a blue suit, emerged from the building, followed by a tall slender woman with dark raven hair and sharp features.

Dressed in a sleek black dress, jewelry glinted on her neck. She hadn’t changed.

My chest tightened. I watched as Miyara walked up to them. It looked like they were having a conversation. My mother took Miyara’s hand into hers, said something with that fake pretentious smile, then hugged her.

They drove off shortly. Miyara cast a glance around her surroundings before heading back into the house.

I slipped the old key from my pocket, the one they never bothered to take back. It fit perfectly. With a soft twist, I entered. The smell of steak drifted to my nose.

I headed towards the kitchen, my steps slow and steady.

Her back was turned to me. She had changed into those shorts that left nothing to the imagination, the ones she always wore around the house.

She hummed a song softly as she busily turned steaks. Her crop top revealed the tiny waist she always hid in baggy clothes.

She must have felt a presence behind her, because she stopped humming and turned slowly. A gasp escaped her lips, her eyes widening as they landed on me.

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips. She moved from the stove, her eyes widening. I placed both hands at her sides, caging her in.

Her eyes searched behind me, her chest heaving. She was looking for an escape.

“Cade.. Caden what are you doing here?”, she stuttered.

I moved closer, inhaling her scent. Something like vanilla and girly shampoo.

“Why?” I stepped so close I could feel the heat rolling off her body. “It's my house too, little sister. Remember?”

Her chest rose and fell fast. “No..I mean…”

My hand shot up and curled around her throat, shutting her off. A small gasp left her throat as she scratched at my hand, trying to free herself, but I didn’t let go.

“Why didn’t you respond to my text?" I said, pressing down on her neck a bit harder but not hard enough to hurt. I spotted a shade of red climbing up her cheeks and ear.

Turned out my good little sister liked to be manhandled. Noted.

“You think I was bluffing when I said I was gonna send something to your dad?” I continued, c*****g my head.

She stared at me, her eyes pleading to let her go but I wasn’t done yet.

I reached into my pocket with my free hand and hit play on her video. Her eyes flew open when she saw herself on the screen. The sound of her moans filled the silence.

Releasing my hand from her throat, I stepped back and she coughed, her hand soothing her neck. She grabbed the counter for support before her eyes lifted to meet mine

Moisture glistened in them. “Please”.

She lurched forward to grab the phone, but I held it up high.

“What will daddy think when he finds out you’re not the so-called good girl after all?” I leaned closer, my lips brushing her ear.

“And that you begged your ‘sick’ step brother to f**k you.”