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chapter 17: Breaking Point

Author: Spicy Candy
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-10 19:16:49

Rhea

“Hello?” The lady’s voice called from outside again. “Is someone in there?”

The handle jiggled again. My heart slammed against my ribs. It’s over! Today wasn’t just my lucky day. It’d been from one humiliating moment to another… and now…

“Get the fuck out!” Brandon’s voice exploded, sharp and commanding.

Footsteps scrambled away. Running.

Silence settled back over us, this time, it was heavier and charged. Brandon and Jackson, their voices carried so much command that no one dared to disobey. You didn’t even need to see them to feel threatened, their voice carried as much weight as their body.

Brandon’s eyes found mine again. “Now.” His thumb pressed harder against my clit, making me whimper. “You haven’t answered my question, Cat.”

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think of a better word to say. I imagined what his tongue would feel like against my clit, and the thought alone made my head spin. No man had ever done that to me before—not even my ex-boyfriend, Nick. I’d only ever see
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