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All Chapters of Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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Truth Or Dare

JacksonTick tock.Rhea Moretti is very predictable. I had learned enough about her in the past few months to know she would come running.Ten more seconds and she would burst through that door to stop me. She was dying of jealousy and could not hide it even if she tried, and that was the whole point.One of the cheerleaders, Mia or Maya, whatever her name was, had been working my belt. Her bold eyes locked onto mine with a smile. I had asked her for this and she had jumped at it without asking a single question.“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to have you look at me,” she said, pulling open my zipper. “My friends would never believe me if I told them I was with The Jackson Sterling.”“Today is your lucky day.”She reached for my cock through my boxers and I grabbed her wrist and stopped her. Three minutes past the time I had predicted and Rhea had not come.My dick was already half hard from imagining Rhea storming through that door, seeing this, her eyes flashing with that jeal

Satisfied

RheaHis eyes stayed on mine. “Give a random guy in this circle head.”“Holy shit!” I heard someone mutter, followed by gasps.The laughter had gone thin now and people were starting to look at each other instead of at us.“Rhea make him stop. Just pick truth.” Camila whispered into my ear. “You’ve had enough to drink. You are to be sick.”“No! I won’t let him do his worst.” The word slurred, but I got it out anyway. “This can’t be all he's got. I want his worst.” I challenged, my eyes never leaving his.A wicked smile curved at the corners of his mouth, “Then drink, Moretti.”I drank. Three cups now, and the room was starting to tilt slightly at the edges, but I kept my back straight, my eyes on him, and gave him nothing.Elora leaned into me. “Rhea that’s enough. You’re going to make yourself sick.”“I’m fine,” I said without looking at her.Brandon was looking at Jackson now with his fists balled on his knees. He had not said anything since Jackson shut him down but I could feel th

Make Me Forget

RheaBrandon pulled into the driveway and cut the engine and neither of us moved for a second.The house was dark.He came around to my side and opened the door and reached for my hand and I took it and stepped out and my legs were not as steady as I wanted them to be. The cold air hit my face and I was grateful for it. It was the first thing that had felt clean all evening.He was guiding me toward the front door when I stopped.“Rhea.”I turned and looked at him and something in my chest gave way all at once and I grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed him. I kissed him with everything I had been holding together for the last two hours and I felt him go still for half a second before he kissed me back and his hands came up to my face and I was crying. I could feel it. I could feel the tears on my own cheeks and his thumbs brushing them away and I kept kissing him anyway.I pulled back enough to breathe.“Why was he so mean to me,” I said. My voice came out small and I hated it.B

The Gang Up

RheaWhen I woke up, I was completely disoriented for a moment. I felt like I didn’t know where I was, my head ached as if a dozen nails were being driven into it, and my mouth felt dry and cottony. My eyes were sticky when I tried to open them, and I had to blink several times before I got them all the way open.I lay there for a moment staring at the ceiling and let the events of last night come back to me one by one the way they always did after a bad night.The party. The laughter from the circle after the terrible things Jackson said about me. Brandon was driving me back home, which ended with him fucking me on the bonnet of his car. We had stayed outside afterward, talking about random things until three in the morning.The last thing I remembered was him giving me a warm bath and cuddling me to sleep before leaving for his room. That was around the time I also heard Jackson’s car pull into the driveway.It was 6 a.m. when I checked the time, and I knew everyone was still sleepi

Fake Pregnancy?

RheaI should have been over it by now.It had been three hours since the kitchen incident and I was standing in front of my mirror trying to find my other hoop earring and telling myself that three hours was enough time to get over something. It was not. Obviously, it was not. But I was going to class today and I was going to sit in that lecture hall and take notes like a person who had her life together because the alternative was staying in this house and I would rather have failed every exam I had ever taken than do that.The earring was on the nightstand. I put it in and looked at myself.I looked terrible.Not crying terribly. Not obviously having been through something terrible. Just tired from last night and still slightly hungover.I made scrambled eggs this morning. That was all I did. I made scrambled eggs and Danica walked in and decided that was enough of a reason to perform a one woman show on the kitchen floor while Jackson stood in the doorway and lied to everyone’s fa

Dumb Ass

RheaElora was already at one of our usual spots outside the humanities building when I got there, coffee in hand, sunglasses on like the morning had personally offended her.She looked up when she saw me. “You look terrible.”“Good morning to you too.”“I’m serious. What happened to you?”I dropped onto the bench beside her and stole her coffee and took a long sip before handing it back. “Where do I start?”“From the beginning. Obviously.”So I told her. Not everything in detail because I had to meet with the person behind the unknown number that had been texting me since the game. I could not wait to meet the bastard behind the Spill Page finally. I could have told Brandon about it, but this morning had been a lot, and the fact that he had said nothing when his brother lied had left me furious with him.So I told Elora everything that had happened this morning instead.Elora listened without interrupting which was unusual for her and told me everything I needed to know about how bad

Fuck Me Quiet

RheaJackson grabbed my arms before I hit the ground. For a second we were just close. Too close. His chest against mine, his hands on my arms, his face inches from mine, the whole corridor empty around us.I looked up at him.He looked down at me.Neither of us moved.“Watch where you’re going,” he said.“I would if you weren’t always in my way.”I tried to step around him. He shifted, filling the exact space I was moving into.I stopped and frowned at him.“Out of my way.”“Or what?” He cocked his head.Then I did the last thing either of us expected. I smiled. Slow and deliberate, and I watched the smugness leave his face in real time. Because Jackson Sterling had no idea what to do with me when I wasn’t fighting him.“You know what I kept thinking about last night,” I said.He said nothing. Already watching me too carefully.“How hard you must have been.” I let that sit for exactly one second. “Sitting in that circle. Saying what you said about me. Two cocks.” I tilt

Student Union

RheaProfessor Watsman had a habit of ending his lectures three sentences too early. He would reach the natural stopping point, pause like he was done, and then remember one more thing. Then another. By the time he actually dismissed us I had packed my bag twice and unpacked it once to have something to do with my hands.When he finally let us go I was out of my seat before the chair stopped scraping.The hallway outside was the usual midday chaos. People spilling out of classrooms, groups forming in doorways, someone’s music leaking through their headphones loud enough for the whole corridor to hear. I kept my head down and moved through it, cutting toward the student union where Camila had told me to meet her.Camila was waiting by the bulletin board outside the student union, arms crossed, looking like she had been standing there rehearsing. She straightened the moment she saw me.“You’re late.”“Lecture ran over.” I dropped my bag off my shoulder and looked at the signup sheet pin

Distrust

RheaI found Brandon in the cafeteria.He was at his usual table near the far window, the one his group always claimed before noon. There were four of them today, loud about the game they won recently, and not quite over it yet. Brandon was leaning back in his chair with his arm resting on the table, half listening, half somewhere else. He looked up when I walked in and something shifted in his expression. Not quite a smile. Just recognition.I tilted my head toward the door.He said something to the table, pushed his chair back, and followed me out.We stopped in the corridor just past the cafeteria entrance where the foot traffic was thin. He leaned against the wall and looked at me with his arms loosely crossed.“What’s going on?”I kept my voice low. “I need to tell you something about Danica.”Something moved across his face. Not irritation, not yet, but he looked like he was bracing himself. Like he already knew what was coming even if he didn’t know the details.“Elowen found s

Desires And Reconciliation

RheaI came out of the shower and stood in front of the mirror.The steam had already cleared and the cold was settling on my skin but I didn’t move. I was looking at the letters sitting just over my heart. JB. I had stopped seeing them for a while. You stop seeing things when they become part of you. But tonight I saw them and I felt everything I had been pushing down for weeks come up all at once.Jackson pulling away and being so cruel. Brandon not believing me today. The whole thing falling apart quietly while I stood around pretending it wasn’t.For the first time since they branded me as theirs I wished I had never let that night happen.I knew I had to find a way to reconcile them. I just didn’t know how yet.My phone beeped on the dressing table.I picked it up. A message from the Spill Page. A group. Three people added. Me. Brandon. Jackson.An audio file.I pressed play.My own voice came through the speaker.You miss it. You miss sharing me with your brother.My

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