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Chapter 15: Public Executions
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Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers The Warning
RheaBreakfast at the Sterling house on school mornings had a routine to it. Greg at the head of the table, Margaret beside him, plates passing, coffee brewing, everyone settling into their seats like a normal family. I had gotten good at playing my part in it.I was halfway through my eggs when Greg put his mug down.“Anthony’s father called last night,” he said. “He’s dropping the case.”Brandon reached for the juice. “Good for him. He knew he didn’t stand a chance.”Greg nodded like the matter was closed and picked his coffee back up.Mum turned to me. “Rhea, I heard there’s a page posting nasty things about students at your school.”I choked on my food.I grabbed my water glass and took a long sip, eyes watering. Margarate’s hand came to my back.“Are you okay?”“Yes.” I cleared my throat. “Sorry. It went down wrong.”I looked up carefully. Brandon had gone still across the table. Jackson was cutting into his food, unhurried, but the muscle in his jaw was tight. Neither of them lo
Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers Still Theirs
Rhea“Yes,” I said.Brandon kissed me again first, slow and deep, tongue sliding against mine in lazy strokes while his fingers kept circling my clit slowly, coaxing fresh heat to bloom low in my belly. My hips rolled toward his hand without permission, chasing the gentle pressure. He was sometimes like this, making sure my body was ready before he asked anything more of it.He stood up and in seconds he was out of his joggers.He stepped between my thighs and lined himself up. The fat head of his cock nudged my swollen and slick entrance, and he pushed in gently, like I was a glass he was careful not to shatter. He was letting me feel every thick inch as my walls parted around him.I gritted through clenched teeth as goosebumps spread all over my body. “Oh fuck.”The stretch was exquisite. Different from Jackson’s brutal claim. Brandon took his time, sinking in smoothly, watching my face the entire way. My pussy was still tender, still pulsing faintly from before, but it was drenched
Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers Fucked savagely
RheaI felt the exact second Jackson decided gentleness wasn’t an option tonight.His fingers ripped the belt free with a sharp crack of leather. He shoved his jeans down just enough for his cock to spring out, thick and rigid, the fat head already slick with pre-cum and flushed dark. My breath caught hard in my chest. He didn’t stroke himself or tease the tip along my folds. He gripped the base, lined up with my soaked entrance, and slammed inside me in one vicious, unrelenting thrust.The stretch was immediate and obscene. My pussy opened around him all at once, walls stretching tight and burning sweetly as he forced every thick inch deep until his hips slapped against mine. A raw, choked cry tore from my throat. My back bowed off the mattress, nails scrabbling at the sheets. He didn’t pause. He pulled back almost all the way out, then drove back in harder, setting a brutal rhythm that left me gasping for air with every stroke.His hand snapped around my throat. Fingers firm and pos
Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers Desires And Reconciliation
RheaI came out of the shower and stood in front of the mirror.The steam had already cleared and the cold was settling on my skin but I didn’t move. I was looking at the letters sitting just over my heart. JB. I had stopped seeing them for a while. You stop seeing things when they become part of you. But tonight I saw them and I felt everything I had been pushing down for weeks come up all at once.Jackson pulling away and being so cruel. Brandon not believing me today. The whole thing falling apart quietly while I stood around pretending it wasn’t.For the first time since they branded me as theirs I wished I had never let that night happen.I knew I had to find a way to reconcile them. I just didn’t know how yet.My phone beeped on the dressing table.I picked it up. A message from the Spill Page. A group. Three people added. Me. Brandon. Jackson.An audio file.I pressed play.My own voice came through the speaker.You miss it. You miss sharing me with your brother.My
Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers Distrust
RheaI found Brandon in the cafeteria.He was at his usual table near the far window, the one his group always claimed before noon. There were four of them today, loud about the game they won recently, and not quite over it yet. Brandon was leaning back in his chair with his arm resting on the table, half listening, half somewhere else. He looked up when I walked in and something shifted in his expression. Not quite a smile. Just recognition.I tilted my head toward the door.He said something to the table, pushed his chair back, and followed me out.We stopped in the corridor just past the cafeteria entrance where the foot traffic was thin. He leaned against the wall and looked at me with his arms loosely crossed.“What’s going on?”I kept my voice low. “I need to tell you something about Danica.”Something moved across his face. Not irritation, not yet, but he looked like he was bracing himself. Like he already knew what was coming even if he didn’t know the details.“Elowen found s
Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers Student Union
RheaProfessor Watsman had a habit of ending his lectures three sentences too early. He would reach the natural stopping point, pause like he was done, and then remember one more thing. Then another. By the time he actually dismissed us I had packed my bag twice and unpacked it once to have something to do with my hands.When he finally let us go I was out of my seat before the chair stopped scraping.The hallway outside was the usual midday chaos. People spilling out of classrooms, groups forming in doorways, someone’s music leaking through their headphones loud enough for the whole corridor to hear. I kept my head down and moved through it, cutting toward the student union where Camila had told me to meet her.Camila was waiting by the bulletin board outside the student union, arms crossed, looking like she had been standing there rehearsing. She straightened the moment she saw me.“You’re late.”“Lecture ran over.” I dropped my bag off my shoulder and looked at the signup sheet pin
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