บททั้งหมดของ Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

RheaI sat in front of the mirror, applying light makeup to my face. There was a faint mark on my neck where Jackson’s hand had bruised, nothing obvious, but visible enough that I needed to wear something with a neckline that could cover it.I was reaching for foundation when a soft knock came at the door, and then Danica slipped in before I could respond.She looked perfect, as always. White linen sundress, hair pulled back in an effortless ponytail, skin glowing as if she’d just stepped out of a spa. Her smile was warm. Friendly.“Hey,” she said, closing the door behind her with a soft click. “Sorry if I’m interrupting anything. I just need your help with something.”I turned in my chair to face her fully, my pulse picking up for reasons I couldn’t name. “What’s up?”She bit her lip, a gesture that seemed almost embarrassed. Sheepish. “This is kind of awkward, but do you happen to have a morning-after pill?”The room tilted. My heartbeat paused for a moment. “What?”Her cheeks flush

RheaJackson held my gaze as he unbuckled his belt, flicked open his zipper, and stepped out of his pants. My eyes dropped to the heavy bulge on his boxers as he hooked his fingers on the band, slowly pushing it down and stepping out of them.I stared at his luscious cock, the tip purple, pre-cum already glistening on the tip. My mouth watered to taste his shaft, but the longing to have it buried in my pussy was too great.He wrapped his hand around the base and gave it a long, slow stroke.“You want this?” he asked, his eyes glazed with raw lust. “You want me to ruin that tight little pussy with this monster?”“Yes,” I rasped. I was so wet I could feel the heat trailing down my inner thighs. “Fuck. Yes, Jack.”He snorted, an arrogant smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I don’t think you deserve it. You’ve been acting up all morning.”“And if I promise I’ll be good?” I asked, taking a step forward, needing to touch him, to feel him pulse in my hand. I reached out to wrap my fi

JacksonThe holding cell smelled like piss and disinfectant.I sat on the metal bench, my head tilted back against the concrete wall, staring at the water-stained ceiling. My knuckles throbbed—split open and swelling, the skin already turning purple. I flexed my fingers experimentally and winced.It was Worth it.The look on that piece of shit’s face when my fist connected, the shock, the pain, the fear. The way he’d crumpled like the coward he was.Yeah. Worth every second.The door at the end of the corridor clanged open. Footsteps echoed on linoleum, getting closer.“Jackson Sterling?”I lifted my head. A cop stood outside the cell—different from the one who’d brought me in. Older, with a gut that hung over his belt and eyes that had seen too much.“Your father posted bail. You’re free to go.”Of course he did.I stood, my body stiff from sitting in the same position for the last three hours. The cop unlocked the cell and led me through a maze of hallways to the front desk where I

RheaI just wanted the three of us, doing whatever we felt like. I wanted to feel normal—or as normal as a girl can feel when she’s in love with two gorgeous, lethal men.“Whatever you need, Angel,” Brandon said, an arrogant smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he took my chin gently between his fingers and kissed me, deeper and harder than before. I whimpered into his mouth as he leaned me back onto the mattress, his body a heavy, welcome weight. When he’d had his fill of my lips, he moved to my throat, his tongue dragging over the fading mark he’d left there, down to my cleavage, sliding down my body until he was kneeling between my legs.He grabbed my waist, his grip bruising as he hauled me to the edge of the bed. He spread my thighs wide, laying me out like a meal he couldn't wait to devour. And then—oh god—he did. The second his tongue swirled over my clit, I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair. Jackson shifted beside us, moving toward me, and I turned to kiss him

Rhea“And how’s your Italian boo?”“Oh my God, Ri, we are going on our second date tonight.” Elora’s voice rang out through the phone. “Can you believe he had my favorite chocolate delivered to me this morning, customized with my name?”“Aww, that’s so sweet. I’m happy that you found your own person, baby girl.”She sounded so happy. Elora had always been a happy and bubbly person, but this was the happiest I’d ever heard her. Nothing felt as good as having your own person who loved and cherished you without complication.My mind drifted to Nick. It had been over a week since we last spoke, and I missed him. I missed the stability and protection he gave me. Now I was just trapped in an airtight, emotionally spinning relationship—one I had no idea how to come out from because it had become an addiction.“How’s your vacation?” Elora asked, her voice pulling me out of my thoughts.I was walking around slowly in the compound, talking to her, enjoying how the breeze felt on my skin