《My stepbrother and his friends want me 》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

EMMA The sound of the music was deafening and exactly what I needed to clear my head of all my mother had said today.“Stay here, I’ll go get us some drinks.”“Okay, sure.”I watched Maya disappear into the crowd, her dark hair swinging behind her. The bass crawled up through the soles of my heels and settled in my bones. I honestly never thought I would be in a club on a Monday night, and especially not a BDSM club, but a girl has to do what a girl has to do, and this was one of those days.I barely recognised myself. Maya had spent almost an hour on my face: dark liner, lashes that felt heavy, and a deep red lipstick I would never have chosen on my own. The black dress she had forced me into clung in places I usually kept hidden, and the heels made me stand differently. The real me wore glasses, oversized sweaters, and spent most nights with a book. Tonight I looked like someone else entirely, and for a few hours that was exactly what I wanted.Maya came back with our drinks, press

EMMAThe room was dark except for the thin line of light under the door. I felt the unmistakable warmth of a body beside mine. Rolling over, I turned to face the man from last night. He was still fast asleep, and I had to leave before that changed. His breathing stayed deep and even as I slipped out of the bed, heart slamming so hard I was sure it would wake him. Every small sound felt enormous: the soft rustle of the sheets, the quiet click of my dress zipper, the careful way I picked up my shoes instead of putting them on. I didn’t dare look back at the bed. If I did, I might lose my nerve.The corridor outside was empty. I kept my head down and walked as fast as I could without running, the heels dangling from my fingers. Only when I pushed through the side exit and the cold morning air hit my face did I let myself breathe and call a cab. The whole ride home, my mind kept replaying the way he had looked at me when he said good girl, the weight of his hand at my throat, the heat

EMMA“Fuck it.”The words left my mouth in a shaky whisper, and then I was moving. I dropped to my knees beside the bed and dragged out the small bag I had shoved underneath the first night I arrived. My hands were already trembling when I found the vibrator. I didn’t bother with lights. I climbed back onto the mattress, pushed my shorts and panties down just far enough, and pressed the cool silicone against my skin.I was embarrassingly, ridiculously worked up. The second the vibration started, a broken sound escaped before I could stop it. I clapped my free hand over my mouth and bit down on the side of my finger, trying to stay quiet.Rhys’s voice from earlier still echoed in my head, but I shoved it away. He didn’t own me. He didn’t own a single thing about me.I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the moment. In my head, it was his hand. Then it was his mouth. Then, without my permission, the fantasy shifted, and suddenly there were more hands. Tristan’s careful fingers.The

EMMAI spent the rest of the afternoon after Tristan left trying not to think about the word bratty or the way Cade’s eyes had felt on me that morning. It didn’t work. Every time the house went quiet I heard Rhys’s voice from the night before telling me bad girls didn’t get to come. Every time I closed my eyes I saw four pairs of eyes watching me like they already knew how I sounded when I begged. By early evening I was restless enough that even my own room felt too small.My mother knocked once and opened the door before I could answer.“Get your bag,” she said, already turning away. “We’re going out. Richard’s driver is waiting.”“Mom”“It’s not optional, Emma. I’ve barely seen you since we moved in. We’re testing cakes for the wedding and you’re coming with me.”There was no room in her tone for argument. Fifteen minutes later I was in the back of the black sedan beside her, watching the estate disappear behind us. She talked lightly about flavors and guest counts and how the pastr

RHYSThe kitchen was quiet for once.No Theo moving around with that careful calm. No Tristan filling the silence with easy bullshit. No Cade brooding in a corner like the world had personally offended him. Just me, a half-finished cup of black coffee, and the low hum of the refrigerator.A week.Seven days since the girl from the private room at the club walked into my father’s house and became the one person I was supposed to keep my hands off. Seven days of watching her try to avoid me and failing. Seven days of realising she was my mate, a human. The one species I had always hated.The door swung open.Emma walked in like I wasn’t even there. Tiny black shorts. A thin white crop top that rode up every time she reached for something, showing a strip of soft skin. Hair in a messy knot. She didn’t look at me. Didn’t acknowledge me. Just moved around the kitchen pulling out bread, a cutting board, a knife, acting like the air between us wasn’t already thick enough to choke on.I stayed