Novel & Cerita Ravaged By My Cold Hearted Stepbrothers

I don’t look back, I rushed off, heels clicking like gunshots against the marble floor, each step echoing run, run, run. Because how the hell do you sit at dinner with your boyfriend...when he's about to become your stepbrother?

“Then why are you trying to take my life?” The golden figure smiled sadly. “Because you’re not strong enough to keep it.” And before Maya could move, the golden version reached out—and pressed her glowing palm to Maya’s chest. Pain exploded through her body. Memories flooded her mind in fast, blinding flashes—her childhood, her sister’s laughter, the sound of Adrian’s voice saying I love you for the first time, and the moment he’d broken her heart. She screamed. Adrian saw her collapse on the other side of the barrier, her body arching, light searing through her veins. “Maya!”

Blue as ice, fierce as fire, watching me like I was both a ghost and a threat. My knees hit the cold pavement fully now, and I gasped as pain exploded in my side. My ribs. Something had cracked, maybe broken. I couldn’t tell anymore. My whole body throbbed. But I didn’t care. He was here. My ex-stepbrother. My forbidden memory.

The way he looked at me made it impossible to say no. I reached down with shaky hands and loosened his belt. My fingers trembled as I pulled the zipper down, revealing the hard outline of him straining against his boxers. Shame burned through me. I didn’t want this. I shouldn’t want this. He was my stepbrother. This was wrong on every level. But my body betrayed me completely. Lucas watched me with dark, hungry eyes. “Crawl to me,” he said, voice low and rough. “And say my name while you do it.”

But when he finally appeared in the office where I waited, his eyes were cold. “What are you doing here?” he asked, disgust in his voice. “Don’t come here looking pitiful. This” he gestured at me “is your fault.” My heart froze. Then he said the words that shattered what was left of me. “I’ve wanted you gone for a long time. All of us have your stepmother, your stepsister… and me.” I felt the world tilt. “Do you want the truth?” he asked with a smile that wasn't fully a smile. “I killed your brother.”

Guilt washed over me, making it hard to breathe. "Good morning," Oliver whispered. His voice was calm but firm. I couldn't speak. I looked away, my face burning with shame. Just yesterday, I was the good nineteen-year-old daughter, sitting through a bad wedding just to make my mother happy. Now, I was in bed with my two new stepbrothers and collected a threesome. I carefully lifted Gabriel’s arm off my waist. He groaned but didn't wake up. I backed away, shivering as the cold air hit my bare skin.

We were still the same two people who had always burned too hot for anyone else and refused to be the first to look away. I closed my eyes, feeling the steady, powerful beat of his heart against my back, the lingering deep ache between my legs, the undeniable truth of what we were now: stepsiblings under the same roof, tangled up in something dirty and hungry and impossible to kill, while the rest of the family slept only a few doors away. My dirty-minded Mafia stepbrother. You’ll be the death of me.

“Beg them to ruin you. Tell your big brother how badly you need to be destroyed.” Tears pricked my eyes, but my cunt clenched with fresh shame and arousal. I’m completely ruined already—my own stepbrother watching strangers turn me into a sobbing, squirting mess. “Please… use me harder. Stretch your dirty stepsister’s holes. Make me come until I can’t think.” The next wave was merciless.

I have seen Damian scream in rage until he lost his voice. I had seen him beat a man’s face until it wasn't recognizable, and his knuckles were split. I have seen him vibrate in anger and look like he was going to punch a hole through the wall. But I've never seen my brother cry. Never have I heard the devastating sounds he was making. The sounds were just as painful as this ache in my chest.

Brock’s Point of View – With my heart thundering in my chest, I stood frozen, witnessing my mate and her brother hurling themselves through the window into the abyss beyond. A cold realization washed over me, the bitter truth creeping into my bones; this was nothing but a sinister lure, a meticulously crafted snare designed to coax the unwary Stephanie from the safety of my pack.