All Chapters of Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rhea My 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. Rough ni

RheaMy skin prickled, thousands of invisible needles pressing in from all sides. “Why is everyone staring at us?” Elora’s voice changed, the lightness draining out of it like water through a sieve. “Seriously, what the hell?” “Probably my outfit,” I said, but even as the words left my mouth, I knew they weren’t true. My voice sounded hollow, unconvincing. “You said it yourself, I look like a mess. “Yeah, but…” Elora glanced around, her brow furrowing. “This feels weird.” We pushed through the main doors into the hallway, and the staring intensified. A group of girls near the water fountain fell silent as we approached, then erupted into giggles the moment we passed. My heart started hammering against my ribs. “Oh my god, that’s her.” Someone said. My pulse hammered in my throat. In my ears. In the tips of my fingers. Rhea.” Elora’s hand found my arm, squeezing. “What’s going on?” “I don’t

Rhea “You both…” The words came out broken. “You both. Always.” He made a satisfying grunt and thrust his fingers deeper, pushing inside me with no warning, no preparation. My pussy clenched around the invasion, a broken cry tearing from my throat as he stretched me open, curling his fingers deep, finding spots that made stars burst behind my eyelids. “Hear that, Jack?” Brandon’s voice was thick with satisfaction. “She’s been craving us.” Jackson’s hand came down again—smack—and the combination of pain and pleasure nearly split me in two. Brandon’s fingers pumped in and out, each thrust making wet, obscene sounds that echoed off the locker room walls. My hips moved without permission, grinding back against his hand, chasing the friction, the fullness, anything to ease the ache building inside me. Then he stopped. Pulled out completely. Left my pussy clenching around nothing… “Fuck! No—” The word escaped before I could stop it, a whine that made both of them chuckle d

Rhea“I’m not weak.”The words came out firm. Steadier than I felt.Brandon pushed off the wall and started moving toward me.“You’re weak.” His voice was flat. Matter-of-fact. “And that’s not what the Sterling family is known for.”“I’m not a Sterling.”“But that’s not what everyone else thinks.” He stopped just inches away. Too close. “They all know you’re my stepsister. My baby sister.” His eyes held mine. “And appearing weak like that? Letting Camilla run over you? It’s embarrassing.”His gaze dropped.Heat flooded my face as I realized what he was looking at. My wet shirt clung to my skin, nearly transparent now. My nipples pressed against the fabric, hard from the cold water, visible.His eyes crawled back up to my face.“Cat.” His voice had changed. Gone thick. Heavy with lust. “You need to do better.”I swallowed hard. “Better?”“Better means standing up for yourself. Not embarrassing this family.” He took another step. I was trapped between him and the sink. “You’re not weari

RheaI stood outside the cafeteria doors, trying to pull myself together.My shirt was still slightly damp, clinging to my skin in all the wrong places. My hair was a mess no matter how many times I ran my fingers through it. And between my legs, I could still feel him. I could still feel the ghost of Brandon’s tongue, the ache he’d left behind that refused to fade.I looked like exactly what I was. Someone who’d just been thoroughly destroyed in a bathroom.I took a deep breath. I could do this. I just had to walk in, get to Elora, and figure out what came next.I pushed through the doors.The cafeteria was still noisy with voices and laughter. But heads started turning when I stepped inside, one by one, until it felt like the entire room was staring at me.Whispers erupted and spread like wildfire across the tables.My stomach dropped to the floor.“Is that her?”“Did you hear what happened?”“Someone said she was the one getting fucked in the bathroom.”Heat exploded across my face