Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 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

RheaThe 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, lingering fo

The TurnRheaJackson’s cock filled my mouth, thick and hot, stretching my jaw until it ached. He looked down at me, something dark flickering behind his eyes. “Fuck, you look so goddamn gorgeous like this, baby sister—mouth stuffed full, like you were born to be on your knees for us.”The words sent heat spiraling through my belly. Baby sister. Like an endearment. Like he meant it.He pulled out with a wet pop, saliva connecting us in glistening threads, and before I could catch my breath, Brandon was there—hand fisting my hair, cock driving past my lips in one brutal thrust.No warning. No mercy.My throat spasmed violently, rejecting the intrusion, but he didn’t stop. Just kept pushing deeper until my nose pressed against the coarse hair at his base, until black spots danced across my vision, until the only thing in the world was the thick shaft choking me.“That’s it,” Brandon growled, his voice vibrating through my skull. “Take it. Every fucking inch.”Tears flooded my ey

Morning AfterRheaMy feet felt like they were filled with concrete as I descended the stairs, each step requiring a conscious decision to move. I’d pulled on whatever was closest in my closet—a skirt that sat crooked on my hips, a blouse with buttons misaligned that I couldn’t bring myself to fix. My fingers had been shaking too much anyway.All night. I’d cried all night. The kind of crying that leaves you hollow, where the sobs scrape your throat raw and your chest aches like something’s been carved out. Every time I’d closed my eyes, I heard them. Pathetic. Disgusting. Not even worth the cum we wasted.The kitchen smelled like bacon and coffee. Normal. Everything looked so fucking normal.“Good morning, sweetheart,” Mom said as I slid onto a stool at the island. She pushed a plate toward me—eggs with melted cheese, crispy bacon, the steam rising in lazy spirals.Food. Like I could possibly eat.She studied me over her coffee mug, her brow creasing. “You look exhausted. Roug