LOGINThe tip of the knife pressed against my chest as his cock drove deeper. "I'm going to carve our initials into your skin," he growled, his voice dark and possessive. "So every time you stand in front of a mirror, every time you undress, you'll see exactly who owns this body." Pain erupted across my chest as he dragged the blade slowly. My pussy clenched violently around him, the agony somehow amplifying the pleasure until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. "Tell me who you belong to." His thrusts grew brutal, punctuating each word as the knife carved into my flesh. "Say the words, Cat. I want to hear you admit it." "You!" I sobbed, my back arching despite the burning pain. "I belong to you! You and Brandon!" "That's my good fucking girl." His voice was rough with satisfaction. "Now everyone will know it. Including you." *** One house. Two monsters. And a bet that changed everything. I thought I could survive moving into the mansion with my new stepbrothers, Jackson and Brandon. They are breathtakingly gorgeous, dangerous, and they hate me. But I didn't realize how much I hated them back—until they trapped me in my own bedroom and made my body betray every secret I was keeping. I thought the heat between us was real. I thought the way they looked at me meant I was finally seen. I was wrong. I was just a thousand-dollar wager. A game they played to ruin my mother & kick us back to the gutter where they think we belong. They called me "easy." They called me "mid." They laughed about how I leaked for them while they planned to toss me aside. But they made one fatal mistake: they showed me their weakness.
View MoreRheaI arrived at Thompson Hall at seven forty-five.I was fifteen minutes early, which gave me exactly fifteen minutes to pace the small lecture room and question every desperate decision that had led me here. Room 304 was tucked away on the third floor, far from the main classrooms. I had deliberately chosen it, somewhere private but not completely isolated. The building still held the low hum of night classes on the lower floors; I could hear distant footsteps in the hallway and voices echoing from the stairwell like ghosts.We could be caught.The thought should have terrified me. Instead, it sent a jagged thrill through my veins. The idea of sneaking around, of being bent over a desk and taken in every dark corner where we might be discovered, felt less like a risk and more like a craving.The room was small, with maybe twenty desks arranged in neat rows facing a larger podium at the front. A blackboard loomed behind it, stark and empty. Along one wall, windows looked out over th
RheaI sat on the bathroom floor with my back pressed against the tub, knees pulled to my chest, eyes squeezed shut so tightly I could see stars behind my eyelids. The pregnancy test sat on the counter. I could not look at it. I could not bring myself to stand up and check what those little lines meant, even though I had been the one to take it five minutes ago.“What does it say?” My voice came out thin, stretched tight with panic.Elora picked up the test and held it up to the light. The silence stretched and stretched. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them.“Elora.” I opened my eyes, looking at her face instead of the test. “Please. Just tell me.”She looked at me, and something shifted in her expression. “Rhea… this is bad. This is really, really bad. Like, life-altering, 'everything is about to explode' bad.”The world tilted.“Oh my God.” I could not breathe. I could not think past the roaring in my ears. “I am dead. I have ruined everything. My
RheaI stopped walking, pulling away from Nick and pressing my back against the nearest wall.“Thank you.” The words came out shaky. “I do not know how you knew to show up, but thank you.”“I was walking to meet you for lunch and saw them cornering you.” Nick was watching me with concern. “Figured you could use an exit.”“You figured correctly.”“Rhea.” He moved closer. “What is going on with you and your stepbrothers? That did not look like a normal family conversation.”“It’s complicated.”“How complicated?”I looked at him, at his honest face, his genuine concern, and felt something shift in my chest.“I cannot explain right now,” I said, my voice small. “But thank you. For the save. For pretending to be my boyfriend.”“Who says I was pretending?” He smiled slightly. “I still want to try again, if you do. I shouldn’t have walked out on you like that at the charity gala. I should have trusted you, Ri.”I should say no. I should tell him I was too broken, too tangled up in something
RheaI was running late.My second class had run over by fifteen minutes, and now I was practically speed-walking across campus trying to meet Elora at the dining hall. The skirt she’d convinced me to wear this morning was riding up with every step, the fabric clinging to my hips and thighs in a way that made me hyperaware of my own body.The skirt was Elora’s—a size too small in the waist and definitely too tight across my hips because I hadn’t brought enough clothes when I’d fled to her dorm. She’d laid it out this morning with a crop top and declared that I needed to feel hot, that looking good was the best revenge.I’d argued. She’d won.Now I was tugging at the hem every few steps, convinced it was showing too much. I rounded the corner near the athletics building, already planning the fastest route to…And stopped dead.Brandon and Jackson stood about twenty yards ahead, surrounded by a cluster of guys in matching athletic gear. They were clearly heading to the gym, gym b












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