All Chapters of Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

RheaI woke to warmth on both sides of me and a body that felt like it had been through war.For a moment, I just lay there, disoriented, trying to piece together where I was. Then awareness flooded back in fragments. Jackson’s bedroom. His oversized shirt against my bare skin. The soreness radiating from between my legs that made every small shift an exercise in wincing.And them.Brandon pressed against my back, his arm heavy across my waist. Jackson facing me, close enough that I could feel his breath on my face.I was sandwiched between them in Jackson’s bed, and every inch of my body remembered why.We had arrived at the house late, well past midnight when everyone else had already gone to sleep. The plan had been to get me settled quietly, maybe talk for a bit, then sleep.That lasted approximately ten minutes.Jackson had pulled out his console, suggesting we play something to wind down. Brandon had agreed. I had settled between them on the bed, controller in hand.The

RheaMum was flipping pancakes at the stove when I entered. Greg rustled his newspaper. Grandpa Harold and Grandma Brenda bickered sweetly in the nook about fertilizer ratios and who tends the herb garden next.They hadn’t gone home after the beach house vacation.Danica sat primly at the table, one hand resting on her still flat stomach.Jackson and Brandon were already there, sprawled like kings who’d already claimed their prize.“Rhea!” Mom’s face lit up. “Sweetheart! I thought you were at Elora’s all week.”Every eye snapped to me. I felt exposed, raw, like they could smell the sex still clinging to my skin despite three scalding showers.I forced a smile and stepped in, thighs rubbing together with every move. Each friction sent a fresh spike of pain-pleasure through my swollen cunt. My pussy lips were puffy, bruised from being sucked and spread wide and pounded for hours. My asshole ached deeper, a dull, used throb that flared every time I shifted weight.“Hi, Mom.”She hugged

Rhea I had been in my room for less than twenty minutes when my phone buzzed against the nightstand. A notification from the group chat I had created last night lit up the screen. Jackson: Bring your sexy ass to the game room. I stared at the message, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. I should type a refusal. Should tell him I was busy or tired or absolutely not interested in whatever game they had planned. But the words would not come. Instead, I found myself standing, smoothing down my clothes, checking my reflection in the mirror one more time. The concealer on my neck covered the marks well enough. The sweater hid everything else. I looked normal. Presentable. Like a girl who had not spent the entire night being thoroughly fucked by her brothers, and who was now meeting them again for another possible round. I walked out of my room before I could change my mind. Despite being sore, I knew what I was getting myself into going into that game room. Games with Brandon and Ja

Rhea“On your back,” Jackson said, voice low and measured, the same calm authority he used when he was already three steps ahead of my resistance. “Knees up, then let them fall open. Wide.”I climbed onto the cool wood surface of the table. The chill sank instantly into my spine, raising fresh goosebumps across my breasts, my stomach, the sensitive undersides of my arms. I lay back slowly, hair spilling out beneath me like dark ink. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I could feel the echo of it in my throat, in my fingertips, deep between my legs.Brandon moved to my left side, Jackson to my right. Together they lifted my knees, bent them, then guided my thighs apart until the stretch burned sweetly in my inner muscles. I tried to close them on instinct, too exposed, too raw, but their grips tightened immediately, pinning me open like an offering.“No hiding,” Brandon murmured, his thumb stroking slow, deliberate circles just inside my thigh. “We want to see every twitch. Every

RheaThey didn’t give me time to come down.The aftershocks still rolled through me in slow, liquid waves, my clit pulsing, my inner walls fluttering around nothing, slick sliding endlessly down the crack of my ass to pool and sticky beneath me. Every breath felt too loud, too ragged, my skin hypersensitive, every inch of me screaming for more even as it begged for mercy.Brandon’s fingers left my mouth with a filthy, wet sound. He dragged them across my bottom lip, smearing the taste of my own cunt there like he was marking territory. His eyes locked on mine for one long, burning second. I saw it then, the raw, animal hunger he usually kept leashed. He wasn’t just hard. He was unraveling.“Fuck,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “Look at what you do to us, Cat. You have no idea.”Jackson reached for a cuff on the desk. “Hands above your head,” he ordered, voice rough with the edge of his own restraint fraying.I obeyed instantly, arms lifting, trembling from the aftershocks still rippling t