All Chapters of Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

RheaNick cut through the crowd like he was trying to escape something. His jaw was clenched, hands balled into fists at his sides. When he finally reached me, the look on his face made my breath catch.He was furious. I’ve never seen Nick look so angry about anything like this before.“Nick, what happened?”“Ask your stepbrothers or whatever you call them.” The words came out brutally. He didn’t stop walking, he didn’t even slow down.“Wait—what are you talking about?” I grabbed his arm but he shook me off. “What did they say to you?”“Just ask them, Rhea.” His eyes met mine for a split second, and what I saw there wasn’t fear. It was rage. Pure, unfiltered rage. “Ask them what they said to me. What they threatened me with.”“Nick, please—”But he was already gone, pushing past guests without apology, and headed straight for the exit.“Nick, wait!” I called after him, but he didn’t turn around. He just left without hesitation.I stood there, frozen, my heart hammering against my ribs

BrandonThe second Rhea climbed onto my lap, I knew I was in trouble.She had kissed me before. Plenty of times. But this was different. This was her taking what she wanted, her hands fisting in my hair as she crushed her mouth to mine with a desperation that made my blood run hot.She was wild. Unrestrained. Nothing like the girl who had been fighting us just minutes ago.Her hips rolled against me and I had to grip her waist to keep from losing what little control I had left. She was not holding back. Not being careful or hesitant or worried about what this meant.And it was the hottest thing I had ever experienced.Her mouth moved against mine with a hunger that matched my own. Teeth and tongue and soft sounds that went straight through me. Every time I tried to take control, to slow things down, she just kissed me harder. Moved against me in ways that made coherent thought impossible.I had imagined this. Fantasized about having her like this. Willing. Wanting. Ours.But my imagin

RheaThe car slowed to a stop and I looked up from trying to salvage my disaster of a dress.My stomach dropped.I knew this house—the sprawling mansion with its perfectly manicured lawn and fountain in the circular driveway. The line of expensive cars is parked along the street. The bass from the music was vibrating through the windows so hard I could feel it in my chest.“No.” The word came out flat. Dead. “No. You did not just bring me to Camila’s party.”“We did,” Brandon said, his tone infuriatingly calm.“Are you out of your mind?” I twisted in my seat to stare at him, my voice climbing. “Look at me. Just look at me.”He did. His eyes traveled slowly over my wrinkled dress, my tangled hair, the flush that I knew was still burning across my cheeks. Something that looked like satisfaction crossed his face.“You look fine.”“I look like I just got fucked in the back of a car because I did just get fucked in the back of a car and I reek of your cum.” My hands were shaking now, from

BrandonCamila was talking. She had been talking for the past ten minutes without pause, her hand on my arm, her body angled toward me like she thought proximity would make me want her more.Felix and Owen were standing nearby, laughing at something on Felix’s phone. The party pulsed around us. Music too loud. People too drunk. Everything exactly as it should be at a birthday party for someone like Camila.I smiled at something she said. Nodded at the right moments. Played the part I needed to play.But my mind was upstairs with Jackson and Rhea. Wondering if they had found everything. Wondering if this entire plan was going to work or if we were about to make everything infinitely worse.My phone buzzed in my pocket.I pulled it out casually, glancing down at the screen.Jackson: *Sorted. Except we ran into a problem.*My jaw tightened.A problem.“Brandon?” Camila’s voice pulled my attention back. “Are you even listening to me?”“Sorry. I need to handle something.” I star

RheaI woke up warm.That was the first thing I registered: warmth surrounding me from both sides, solid, heavy, and comforting in a way that made me want to sink deeper into sleep. Then I felt the hand on my hip, fingers tracing slow circles through the thin fabric of the shirt I was wearing. Jackson’s shirt. I had fallen asleep in it last night after we got home, too exhausted to change into anything else.I kept my eyes closed, not quite ready to face whatever the day was going to bring. Not quite ready to think about everything that had happened at Camila’s party.The hand on my hip moved higher, sliding under the shirt to find bare skin. I felt lips press against my shoulder..“I know you are awake,” Jackson murmured against my skin.I opened my eyes slowly. He was propped up on one elbow, looking down at me with dark eyes that made my stomach tighten.“How did you know?” My voice came out rough from sleep.“Your breathing changed.” His hand continued its path upward, fingers spl