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Chapter 15: Into the fire
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2026-07-23 04:32:15Bronte’s POV
My legs felt like they belonged to someone else as I followed Rufus down the stairs. Every step made my heart beat louder. The house that had always felt like home now felt like a trap I had willingly walked into. I could hear low voices coming from the guest lounge masculine laughter mixed with the sound of glasses and my palms were sweating. Rufus stopped just outside the door and turned to me. He grabbed my face with both hands, forcing me to look at him. “Remember,” he said softly, “you’re safe. You can stop anytime. But once we walk in there I want you to let go of any guilt or shame you feel.” I nodded, even though my throat felt tight. He kissed me once more slowly, then opened the door. Three men were inside. They were all around Rufus’s age, well-dressed, good looking. One had tattoos peeking from his collar. Another had sharp green eyes that immediately locked onto me with interest. The third leaned back in his chair with a lazy smile, like he’d been waiting for this. “Gentlemen,” Rufus said, his hand firm on my lower back. “This is Bronte.” The air in the room shifted, their eyes moved over me like they were hungry. I felt exposed even though I was fully clothed. One of them the one with the green eyes raised his glass. “So this is the famous stepdaughter. Rufus hasn’t shut up about you.” My face burned. Rufus chuckled beside me, pulling me closer. “She’s nervous, be gentle with her at first.”he said They laughed.. Rufus guided me to the large couch and sat down, pulling me onto his lap. His hand rested on my thigh, thumb stroking slowly. The conversation started light it was business talk, jokes I didn’t understand but I could feel their eyes on me the whole time. After a while, Rufus whispered in my ear, “Relax, baby, they are here for you.” One of the men, the tattooed one leaned forward. “You’re even more beautiful than he described.” I didn’t know what to say. My heart was racing so fast I thought I might pass out. Rufus’s hand slid higher up my thigh, under the hem of my skirt, teasing. The tension in the room thickened. I could feel it pressing down on me from all sides. Rufus kissed my neck, right there in front of them. “Tell them what you want, Bronte.” I froze. “I… I don’t know,” I whispered. But my body was betraying me, I was wet. Aching, terrified and excited all at once. The man with green eyes smiled. “We’ve got all night.” Rufus’s fingers brushed higher. I bit my lip to hold back a whimper. And then I heard a faint creak from upstairs. I could feel my blood turn to ice. Chloe. I had completely forgotten about her. Rufus felt me tense. He pressed a kiss to my temple and whispered so only I could hear “Stay right here. I’ll make sure she doesn’t come down.” He stood up smoothly, telling the others he’d be right back. As he left the room, the three men turned their full attention to me. The tattooed one leaned closer, voice low and smooth. “So… how long have you been fucking your stepdad?” The question hit me like a slap. I sat there, surrounded by strangers, heart pounding, body aching, and realized I was moving right on the edge of something I might never come back from. Upstairs, I heard footsteps. Chloe was moving around. And downstairs, three men were waiting for my answer.
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