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BRANDONBreaking Rhea is fun.Tying her up and watching her beg to be fucked while I smack her clit with my belt was the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Better than any high, better than any win on the field, better than anything I’d ever experienced.My cock has been hard as a rock for hours, pulsing with a need that’s actually starting to hurt. I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone the way I want this girl. It’s a goddamn sickness. An obsession that’s eating me alive from the inside out.I’m losing my fucking mind over a girl who’s supposed to be off-limits.We have rules in this house. Rule number one: Don’t fuck the stepsister. We can toy with her, ruin her, make her scream our names—but the second we cross that line, it changes everything. It gives her power. And I don’t give power to anyone.But sitting here in this VIP lounge, nursing my third drink and trying to ignore the ache in my jeans, I’m starting to wonder if that rule is worth shit anymore.“You’re not saying anything,

RHEABrandon and Jackson stopped dead in the doorway.I watched their eyes travel over me—taking in the blood-red silk, my makeup, my spread legs, the shameless confidence in my pose. Their gazes lingered on my exposed breasts, dropped to where the nightdress had ridden up to show everything, then snapped back to my face.Smiling broadly, I said, “Right on time.” My voice came out steady and clear. “I counted to five. You’re both so fucking predictable when it comes to me.”Brandon stepped into the room first, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping. “What the hell is this, Rhea?”“What does it look like?” I shifted slightly, letting the silk slide even higher. “I’m waiting for you. Isn’t this what you’ve been hard for all night?”Jackson slammed the door behind him with enough force to rattle the frame. “You think putting on a slutty piece of silk makes you anything but ours to use whenever we want?”“I think you left a club full of willing girls who would’ve dropped

RHEA I woke up to sunlight streaming through my window and the distant sound of the twins’ voices downstairs. Last night had changed something. I’d proven to myself, and to them, that I had power in this twisted game we were playing. They’d walked away talking big, threatening to bring another girl home, but I knew better. I’d seen the way they looked at me. The way they couldn’t stop touching me. The way they fell apart when I pushed. But winning private battles with Brandon and Jackson didn’t change my reality. Camilla still had those photos. She still owned me in every way that mattered at school. I couldn’t afford to have those images out there. I need to do something, but what exactly can I do? I pushed the thought away and got ready for the day. Nick was waiting by my locker when I arrived, looking unfairly handsome in a fitted navy blue Henley that brought out his eyes. His dark hair was slightly messy, like he’d run his fingers through it a few times, and when he smil

Rhea“Hey, baby sister,” Jackson said, his voice smooth and casual. His eyes slid to Nick. “And you must be Nick. Rhea’s boyfriend, right?”I tried to pull my arm away subtly, but his grip only tightened. I could feel his fingers digging deeper, probably leaving marks. I forced my expression to stay neutral, praying Nick wouldn’t notice.Nick smiled, completely oblivious, and extended his hand. “Yeah, that’s me. And you’re…?”“Jackson. One of her stepbrothers.” He shook Nick’s hand with his free one while his other hand continued to bruise my arm. “It’s great to finally meet you. Rhea talks about you all the time.”The lie was delivered so smoothly, so convincingly, that even I almost believed it.Nick’s smile widened. “Really? That’s… that’s really nice to hear.” He looked at me with such genuine affection that it made my stomach twist. “I talk about her all the time too.”“I bet you do.” Jackson’s tone was pleasant, but there was something underneath it. Something sharp and cold tha

RHEAThe ride to the hospital was tense and silent except for my labored breathing. Brandon drove like a man possessed, weaving through traffic with single-minded focus. Jackson sat in the back with me, his hand wrapped around my wrist, fingers pressed against my pulse point.“You’re okay,” he kept saying, though his voice was tight with something I’d never heard before. Fear. “Just keep breathing. We’re almost there.”The EpiPen from the school nurse had helped enough to stop my throat from closing completely, but each breath still felt like dragging air through a straw. My chest ached with the effort.Brandon’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. “Almost there, baby. Just hold on for me.”Baby.My heart kicked despite everything. They’d never called me that before. It was always Cat or Kitty—condescending, mocking. Sometimes Rhea when they were being particularly cruel. But never baby. Never something that sounded like I mattered.This was the version of them no one else got to s