All Chapters of Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

ZuriI was halfway to my 9 AM when I noticed the crowd gathered around the bulletin board outside the student union.A poster, fresh and glossy, pinned dead center: STAR QUEEN TRYOUTS — SIGN UP NOW.“Who do you think it’s gonna be this year?” someone in the crowd asked.“Obviously Octavia.” A girl rolled her eyes like the question was an insult. “She’s been Queen two years running. She’s brought the Star title home twice. Nobody’s touching that.”I stopped walking.I don’t know what made me stop. Maybe it was the way everyone said obviously like the outcome had been decided before the tryout sheet even existed. Maybe it was something smaller and stupider — the thought that flickered through my head before I could shut it down. What if it were me? What if I were the one people said obviously about?Maybe this was my chance to finally become popular, to stop being the invisible girl people only noticed when she was standing beside the campus’s hottest three.I’d watched Star Que

ZuriThe pond was still, green, and hidden well enough that you could almost forget the rest of campus existed.The boys found it by accident during their first semester, after wandering down a trail that, according to them, didn’t appear on any campus map. When I got admitted, one of the first places they brought me was here.It was peaceful. Beautiful. Tucked away from the noise and chaos of campus.Out here, it was just us.No girls hovering around them. No one stealing their attention. No interruptions.Out here, I felt like I was their whole world again. The only woman they saw. The only one who mattered.Ever since then, we’d come back every Friday, as if it were a standing appointment none of us ever had to mention.I sat on the flat rock near the bank while the boys talked about their parents anniversary.“Mum already called twice this morning,” Ethan said, pulling his shirt over his head. “She wants to know if we’re bringing anyone.”“Tell her no,” Audric said.“Sh

ZuriI made it back to my dorm on legs that didn’t feel entirely mine, shut the door, and leaned against it like it was the only thing holding me up.Breathe.It was just a kiss. It meant nothing. He’d said so himself.I pressed the heel of my hand against my eye where it throbbed and told myself that a hundred more times until it almost sounded true. My reflection in the dark window looked like someone else. Someone whose whole life hadn’t just cracked down the middle in one afternoon.I slid down the door until I was sitting on the floor, and that’s when I saw it. An envelope, slipped halfway under the door, my name written across the front in handwriting I didn’t recognize.I opened it.An invitation. Gold lettering, heavy cardstock. Chase Whitfield requests the pleasure of your company — his birthday, two weeks out, some address near the lake I didn’t know.I stared at it for a second, grateful for anything that wasn’t Ethan’s mouth or Audric’s watch or the sound my own laugh had

Zuri“We’re on the next flight available to your school,” Jackson said, and I could already hear him moving around in the background, drawers opening, the particular chaos of a man packing badly.“But I thought Mum said you two had meetings all week.”“That’s true.” That was Brandon’s voice now, closer to the phone. “But nothing’s more important than our princess.”“Dad, I’m fine.” I shifted against the pillows, wincing when my ankle protested the movement. “It’s just a minor accident. I’ll be fine.”The door pushed open and Ethan came in balancing a bowl of soup like it might attack him, steam curling off the top. He set it on the nightstand and sat carefully on the edge of the bed, watching me with the phone still pressed to my ear.“Besides,” I said, “the boys are taking care of me.”Ethan reached over and plucked the phone gently from my hand before I could stop him. “Uncle Brandon. Uncle Jack. Zuri’s fine. We’re taking care of her.”I heard my dads’ voices overlap on the other en

ZuriI clenched my fists in the sheets, back arching hard as he began licking me in slow, deliberate circles. Teasing, exploring, savoring. Where Ethan had been rough and demanding, Chris was pure torture: slow, gentle, and devastatingly precise. His tongue danced over my clit, lapped at my folds, and dipped lower, tasting every drop of my arousal. I was dripping, soaking the sheets beneath me, my pussy clenching desperately around nothing.He brought me right to the edge with maddening patience, flicking and swirling until my thighs trembled and soft, broken whimpers slipped from my lips. I wanted to beg. Harder, faster, more. But I bit down hard, refusing to give in so easily. I could play their game. I wanted to come so badly. But I also craved this delicious, endless teasing even more.Chris groaned into my soaked pussy, the deep vibration rolling through my core. His tongue flicked faster over my swollen clit, dragging me right to the brink. My back arched sharply off the bed,