All Chapters of Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers : Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

ZuriI barely had time to catch my breath before Audric’s hand left my ass and shoved between my thighs instead. He kicked my feet apart with one of his, hard enough that I had to grab the porch railing to stay upright. His fingers found me already soaked from Ethan earlier and from everything Audric had just done.He pushed two fingers inside me without warning, rough and deep, curling them hard against that spot that made my knees buckle.“Fuck—” The sound tore out of me before I could stop it. It was too much, too fast, and my body clenched around him on pure instinct.“Whose fingers feel better, Zu?” His voice was low against my ear, still angry, still hungry. “Mine or Ethan’s?”I shook my head, eyes squeezing shut. I couldn’t answer that. I didn’t want to. The truth sat heavy in my chest and I hated how much it scared me.“I can’t…”“Yes you can.” He worked his fingers harder, twisting them inside me until my breath came out in short, broken gasps. “Tell me. Whose feel bet

ZuriThe gym was packed by the time I got there, girls stretching along the mats, judges’ table set up at the far end with three of the athletic department staff and, unfortunately, Octavia sitting front and center holding a clipboard like she’d been personally deputized to ruin my life.“Oh look who actually showed up.” Jessica’s voice carried from a cluster of girls near the wall. “Didn’t think fatty would have the nerve.”A few girls laughed. I kept my chin up and walked past them toward the sign-in table, refusing to give them the reaction they wanted.“Girls, be nice.” Gabriela’s voice cut through, and I turned, bracing for whatever was coming. Instead she was smiling, warm and easy, like the locker room and the rink and everything else had never happened. “I actually think Zuri’s going to kill it. Let’s give her a real chance.”I stared at her, waiting for the punchline.“What?” She shrugged, all innocence. “People can surprise you.”I didn’t trust it for a second, but there was

ZuriThe tradition had started so long ago none of us could remember whose idea it actually was. Every birthday, just the four of us, a couple bottles of wine nobody bothered pretending we were old enough for, and whatever ridiculous game Ethan insisted on that year.Except tonight it was just three of us sprawled across the living room floor, waiting on the fourth.“Where is he?” I glanced at the clock for the third time in ten minutes.“No idea.” Chris uncorked another bottle, pouring generously into my glass without asking. “Said he’d be here an hour ago.”“You think he’s with Gabriela?” Ethan flopped back against the couch cushions.“Obviously.” Chris rolled his eyes. “I still can’t believe he’s actually going official with that girl tomorrow. I can’t stand her.”“Same.” Ethan shook his head. “Out of every girl on this campus, he picks the one who’s been torturing Zuri since freshman year. Doesn’t sit right with me.”I stayed quiet, twisting the stem of my wine glass betwe

Zuri“I have something for you.” Chris said and disappeared for a second, then came back with something small and black in his hand, a little wireless remote, a matching bullet vibrator dangling from his other fingers. My stomach flipped just looking at it. “Since you’re so eager.”“Where did you even get that.”“Been saving it.” He grinned, wicked. “Lie back.”I did, still catching my breath, and Ethan was already easing me down onto the couch cushions, hands gentle even though his eyes were still dark and hungry. Chris knelt between my legs and traced the little vibrator through my folds, slow, teasing, before sliding it in just far enough that I felt the stretch of it and nothing more.“Careful,” I breathed, hips already lifting toward him. “You know I’ve never.”“I know.” His voice went softer for a second, almost reverent, before the grin came back. “Not gonna break anything, promise. Just gonna make you feel really, really good.”He clicked the remote and the vibration ki

ZuriHe didn’t need telling twice.He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it somewhere behind him, then reached for the hem of mine, slowly, giving me every chance to stop him. I didn’t. I lifted my arms and let him pull it free, and his breath caught audibly when he saw me in the candlelight, like he’d never actually looked at me before tonight, not really.“You’re stunning,” he said, voice low, reverent in a way that made my chest ache.He laid me back against the blankets, careful, like I might break, and kissed his way down slowly. My jaw, my throat, the curve of my collarbone, lingering there long enough that I felt the graze of his teeth before he moved lower. He unclasped my bra with steadier hands than I expected and took his time there too, mouth closing over one peak while his fingers found the other, and I arched up into him without meaning to, already gasping his name.“Audric.”“I’ve got you.” He kissed lower, over my stomach, along the waistband of my legging