All Chapters of Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

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Fucked savagely

RheaI felt the exact second Jackson decided gentleness wasn’t an option tonight.His fingers ripped the belt free with a sharp crack of leather. He shoved his jeans down just enough for his cock to spring out, thick and rigid, the fat head already slick with pre-cum and flushed dark. My breath caught hard in my chest. He didn’t stroke himself or tease the tip along my folds. He gripped the base, lined up with my soaked entrance, and slammed inside me in one vicious, unrelenting thrust.The stretch was immediate and obscene. My pussy opened around him all at once, walls stretching tight and burning sweetly as he forced every thick inch deep until his hips slapped against mine. A raw, choked cry tore from my throat. My back bowed off the mattress, nails scrabbling at the sheets. He didn’t pause. He pulled back almost all the way out, then drove back in harder, setting a brutal rhythm that left me gasping for air with every stroke.His hand snapped around my throat. Fingers firm and pos

Still Theirs

Rhea“Yes,” I said.Brandon kissed me again first, slow and deep, tongue sliding against mine in lazy strokes while his fingers kept circling my clit slowly, coaxing fresh heat to bloom low in my belly. My hips rolled toward his hand without permission, chasing the gentle pressure. He was sometimes like this, making sure my body was ready before he asked anything more of it.He stood up and in seconds he was out of his joggers.He stepped between my thighs and lined himself up. The fat head of his cock nudged my swollen and slick entrance, and he pushed in gently, like I was a glass he was careful not to shatter. He was letting me feel every thick inch as my walls parted around him.I gritted through clenched teeth as goosebumps spread all over my body. “Oh fuck.”The stretch was exquisite. Different from Jackson’s brutal claim. Brandon took his time, sinking in smoothly, watching my face the entire way. My pussy was still tender, still pulsing faintly from before, but it was drenched

The Warning

RheaBreakfast at the Sterling house on school mornings had a routine to it. Greg at the head of the table, Margaret beside him, plates passing, coffee brewing, everyone settling into their seats like a normal family. I had gotten good at playing my part in it.I was halfway through my eggs when Greg put his mug down.“Anthony’s father called last night,” he said. “He’s dropping the case.”Brandon reached for the juice. “Good for him. He knew he didn’t stand a chance.”Greg nodded like the matter was closed and picked his coffee back up.Mum turned to me. “Rhea, I heard there’s a page posting nasty things about students at your school.”I choked on my food.I grabbed my water glass and took a long sip, eyes watering. Margarate’s hand came to my back.“Are you okay?”“Yes.” I cleared my throat. “Sorry. It went down wrong.”I looked up carefully. Brandon had gone still across the table. Jackson was cutting into his food, unhurried, but the muscle in his jaw was tight. Neither of them lo

Fake Dating

RheaMy first lecture ended at half ten and Anthony was waiting outside the building when I came out.He reached out for my hand and I looked at it, slightly disgusted.“You weren’t forced into this, Rhea Moretti,” he said calmly.“I was blackmailed into it.”“Come on. Take my hand. If we’re going to do this we need to make it as believable as possible.”I sized him up, then reluctantly gave him my hand. He took it and we walked through the busy hallway. He made sure we went through the part with the most people. Heads turned as we passed.A student said, “Are they together now?”Someone else, “Oh my gosh, he is so hot.”He chuckled proudly. “You hear that? You’re now famous. Dating the hottest guy on campus.”“Shut up, Lancaster.”The cafeteria was already busy when we walked in. That mid morning crowd, people grabbing food between lectures, tables full and loud. We barely made it three steps through the door before I felt eyes on us. Then came the whispered conversations,

Close Up With Enemy

RheaHe didn’t stop walking until we were in the side corridor behind the cafeteria. Empty. Just the two of us and the muffled noise of the room we had just left.He let go of my arm and turned to face me. “What are you doing in there?”“Eating ice cream,” I said. “What does it look like?”“Don’t play with me, Cat.” His jaw was tight. “What are you doing with him. Sitting that close, letting him put his hands on your face.”“He wiped my mouth Brandon. Relax.”“Is he forcing you into this?” He stepped into my space. “Did he threaten you with something because if he did—”“No.” I looked at him directly. “Nobody is forcing me to do anything.”He stared at me. “So you just decided to walk in there holding Anthony Lancaster’s hand.”“Yes.”“Rhea.”“What?”“That’s Anthony. The same Anthony who—”“I know who he is.”“Then what the hell are you doing?” His voice dropped but the heat in it didn’t. “What is this supposed to be?”“It’s none of your business,” I said. “That’s what

She Should Never Know

BrandonThe locker room was almost empty by the time I was done.The last of the guys had filtered out in ones and twos, towels around their shoulders, still loud about the game. I took my time. Sat on the bench with my bag at my feet and waited until the sound of them faded down the corridor and it was just the hiss of a shower someone had left running and Anthony on the other side of the room with his back to me.I stood up.He heard me coming. I could tell by the way his shoulders shifted slightly. He turned around and when he saw it was me something moved across his face before he straightened it out.“Sterling.”“You know why I’m here,” I said.He reached for his towel and took his time with it. “Can’t say that I do.”“Stay away from Rhea.”He smiled. Slow and unbothered. “Now why would I do that?”“Because I’m not an idiot.” I stopped a few feet from him. “I know you two aren’t dating. Whatever this is, whatever she agreed to, it ends.”“Is that so?” He tilted his head. “Maybe y

The pushover

RheaAnthony pulled up outside the house and killed the engine but didn’t unlock the doors.I reached for the handle. “Thanks for the ride.”“I’m coming in.”I turned and looked at him. “No you’re not.”“Rhea.” He said my name with that particular patience that wasn’t really patience at all. “This isn’t about what you want. You knew that when you agreed to this. I go where you go. That’s how this works.”“Not in my house it doesn’t.”“I want to meet the family.” He smiled. “Properly. It’ll be good for the image. Loving boyfriend meets the parents. Very convincing.”“Anthony—”“I want to see Elowen.”The car went quiet.I looked at him. “What did you just say?”“Elowen.” He said her name casually, like it was nothing, like he hadn’t just dropped something ugly into the middle of the conversation. “I miss her. It was good while it lasted you know. She’s a sweet girl.”“Don’t.” My voice came out low. “Don’t you dare.”He smiled. Not the charming one he used in public. The r

You Can’t Break Me

Rhea“Look, I’m not here to fight,” Anthony said, wearing that infuriating smile. “What happened was in the past. We can move past that.”“What happened was that you used and manipulated a minor. You should be in jail.”“She is not a minor. Doesn’t look like one either. And I didn’t do anything she didn’t want.” He tilted his head slightly. “You should be glad I’m raised right. You should be asking your daughter some questions instead of standing here pointing fingers at me.”Greg’s fist balled at his side. I could see the rage moving through him like a current. “You need to leave. And you will never show your face here again. Are we clear?”Margaret was on the sofa. She looked up when she saw me on the stairs.Danica was in the armchair by the window. She wasn’t doing anything. Just sitting there with her hands folded over her stomach and her lips curved up at the corners as if someone had switched on her favourite show.“Greg.” I came into the room. “I can explain—”“I’d like you to

Crashing Out

RheaElowen came in and the energy she brought with her filled the room immediately. Her eyes found me on the floor and something in her face said she had been holding this in since she heard and had used the walk up the stairs to build it up further.“How could you?”I got up slowly. “Elowen.”“Don’t.” She held up a hand. “Don’t say my name like that. Like you’re about to manage me. I’m not one of your little situations to manage.”“I wasn’t going to…”“Danica told me.” She took a step further into the room. “She told me he was here. In this house. Sitting downstairs in our living room, like he belongs here. Like he didn’t spend months making me feel like I was losing my mind.”“I know how that sounds…”“Do you?” Her voice cracked slightly at the edges. “Do you actually know how it sounds? Because I walked downstairs and she told me and I had to stand there in that kitchen and act like the floor wasn’t moving under my feet.” She shook her head. “He was here Rhea. In my house.”“I kno

Wrecked Again

RheaI don’t know why I followed the sound.It was late and the house was quiet and I had been lying on my bed staring at the ceiling for an hour achieving nothing. Then I heard it. The faint crack of balls hitting each other somewhere downstairs. I knew what it was. The Sterling house had a room at the back that Greg had fitted out years ago. Snooker table, low lighting, the kind of room that said old money without trying. The boys used it when they needed somewhere to think.I got up.I told myself I was just getting water.I pushed open the door and Jackson was alone in there, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, leaning over the table lining up a shot. He didn’t look up when I came in. He took the shot. The red ball rolled clean into the corner pocket.“Sit down,” he said.“I didn’t say I was staying.”“Sit down Rhea.”I leaned against the doorframe and looked at him. “If you called me here to talk about Anthony I’m not interested. I don’t want to hear it.”He straightened up

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