ログインRheaHe didn’t stop walking until we were in the side corridor behind the cafeteria. Empty. Just the two of us and the muffled noise of the room we had just left.He let go of my arm and turned to face me. “What are you doing in there?”“Eating ice cream,” I said. “What does it look like?”“Don’t play with me, Cat.” His jaw was tight. “What are you doing with him. Sitting that close, letting him put his hands on your face.”“He wiped my mouth Brandon. Relax.”“Is he forcing you into this?” He stepped into my space. “Did he threaten you with something because if he did—”“No.” I looked at him directly. “Nobody is forcing me to do anything.”He stared at me. “So you just decided to walk in there holding Anthony Lancaster’s hand.”“Yes.”“Rhea.”“What?”“That’s Anthony. The same Anthony who—”“I know who he is.”“Then what the hell are you doing?” His voice dropped but the heat in it didn’t. “What is this supposed to be?”“It’s none of your business,” I said. “That’s what
RheaMy first lecture ended at half ten and Anthony was waiting outside the building when I came out.He reached out for my hand and I looked at it, slightly disgusted.“You weren’t forced into this, Rhea Moretti,” he said calmly.“I was blackmailed into it.”“Come on. Take my hand. If we’re going to do this we need to make it as believable as possible.”I sized him up, then reluctantly gave him my hand. He took it and we walked through the busy hallway. He made sure we went through the part with the most people. Heads turned as we passed.A student said, “Are they together now?”Someone else, “Oh my gosh, he is so hot.”He chuckled proudly. “You hear that? You’re now famous. Dating the hottest guy on campus.”“Shut up, Lancaster.”The cafeteria was already busy when we walked in. That mid morning crowd, people grabbing food between lectures, tables full and loud. We barely made it three steps through the door before I felt eyes on us. Then came the whispered conversations,
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
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
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
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
RheaMy skin prickled, thousands of invisible needles pressing in from all sides. “Why is everyone staring at us?” Elora’s voice changed, the lightness draining out of it like water through a sieve. “Seriously, what the hell?” “Probably my outfit,” I said, but even as the
Rhea I stood on shaky legs, completely exposed, my skin prickling in the cool air, while Jackson stood over me like a king demanding tribute. "Well?" Jackson’s voice was a low, velvet rasp. He didn't move. He just stood there, his thick, pulsing length inches from my nose. "You were so brave whe
RheaI stood outside the cafeteria doors, trying to pull myself together.My shirt was still slightly damp, clinging to my skin in all the wrong places. My hair was a mess no matter how many times I ran my fingers through it. And between my legs, I could still feel him. I could still feel the ghost
Rhea I found my mother in her private sitting room, the smaller space where she retreated when Greg was working or the twins were being too loud. She was sitting in the window seat, staring out at the garden like she was looking at something very far away. I stopped in the doorway and really l







