บททั้งหมดของ Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

RheaI shouldn't feel this way. Not about them. They were my stepbrothers—technically, legally—and that should have been enough to make me sick. It was forbidden, twisted even to glance at them with anything but disdain. Yet here I was, aching for their hands to rip the towel away, for them to fuck me in all the filthy, ruined ways I'd fantasized about in the dead of night when the house was silent.The word family felt like a lie when they looked at me like I was a meal they were about to share.I stiffened as I felt Brandon’s erection press firmly against my ass, the hard ridge of him through his jeans unmistakable. I spun around to face him, my breath hitching in a series of shallow gasps. He was just as devastatingly handsome as Jackson, but with a sharper edge. While Jackson had that slicked-back, polished look, Brandon was the serrated edge to his brother's blade—black hair shaved at the sides, eyes so dark they looked like polished onyx, reflecting nothing but my own frantic ex

Rhea“Apologize for being rude to Margaret, Elowen,” Greg commanded, finally finding a bit of steel in his voice.Elowen didn't apologize. Instead, she leaned back and threw my mom a look so mean it felt like a physical slap. I wanted to scream at her, to tell her how hard my mom had worked to put this dinner together.“Let her be, Greg,” my mom said, trying to play the peacemaker even as she was being insulted. “She’s young. She probably just didn't like the herbs I used.”“Yeah, you heard her,” Elowen snapped, standing up so fast her chair screeched against the hardwood floor. “The food is for pigs, not humans. I’m going out.”She turned and stormed out of the room, her footsteps heavy on the stairs.“Elowen, come back here!” Greg shouted, but it was useless. The front door slammed in the distance.“Greg, let the girl go,” Grandpa Harold said, his voice calm and dismissive. “She’s just a child. She has spirit.”I knew I should have shoved Jackson's hand away at this point as his fin

Rhea The room went dead silent. The only sound was the low hum of the air conditioner and the frantic thudding of my heart against my ribs. Jackson and Brandon both stared at me for a full minute as the weight of my words sank in. I saw a slow, vicious grin spread across Jackson’s face, his green eyes lighting up with a savage spark. "Strip chess?" Jackson glanced at Brandon, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Our little nerd is getting bold. I like it. I like it a lot." "No," Brandon said, trying to maintain some dignity while hiding a smirk that was already tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I’ve never played strip chess, Kitty Cat. Chess is a gentleman’s game. I can’t imagine anyone has ever—" "Made a sex game out of it?" I interrupted, leaning closer into their space. I could smell the expensive whiskey on their breath. "I’m pretty sure it’s possible to make a sex game out of anything if you’re creative enough." Brandon’s gaze roamed over my soft jersey dress, lingerin

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 when you suggested the rules, Rhea. Don't go quiet on us now." “We ate your pussy so well, it’s time to reciprocate.” Brandon added. “Why are you acting like you’ve never had a cock in your mouth before?” I looked up at Jackson, my breath coming in shallow gasps. My gaze traveled from his eyes down to his broad chest, and finally back to the angry, red-veined heat of his cock. My heart was beating fast. I had spent four years imagining what it would feel like to be this close to him, but the reality was overwhelming. I was a top student, used to having the answers to every question, but looking at him now, my mind was a complete, terrifying blank. "I..." I started, but my throat was too d

Rhea The word hit like a physical blow. Cheap. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, still trying to catch my breath, waiting for the punchline. For Jackson to break character and grin, to pull me up and whisper that I did so well. Instead, he exchanged a look with Brandon. A look I’d seen before—between them, never including me. A look that said mission accomplished. “I can’t believe she actually did it,” Brandon said, not to me. About me. Like I wasn’t even there, kneeling in a puddle of my own spit and their cum. “You were right, Jax. Give her a little attention and she’ll do anything.” The room tilted. “What?” Jackson tucked himself back into his jeans, utterly casual. “Did you really think this was about you, Rhea?” He said my actual name like it tasted bad. Not Kitty. Not baby sister. Just… Rhea. “That we actually wanted our pathetic stepmother’s even more pathetic daughter?” “This was the game,” I whispered, but my voice cracked. “We were playing—” “You wer