Shirley Jackson

The tip of the knife pressed against my chest as his cock drove deeper. “I’m going to carve our names into your skin,” he growled, his voice dark and possessive. “So every time you stand in front of a mirror, every time you undress, you’ll see exactly who owns this body.” Pain erupted across my chest as he dragged the blade slowly. My pussy clenched violently around him, the agony somehow amplifying the pleasure until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. “Tell me who you belong to.” His thrusts grew brutal, punctuating each word as the knife carved into my flesh. “Say the words, Cat. I want to hear you admit it.” “You!” I sobbed, my back arching despite the burning pain. “I belong to you! You and Brandon!” “That’s my good fucking girl.” His voice was rough with satisfaction. “Now everyone will know it. Including you.” **** One house. Two monsters. And a bet that changed everything. I thought I could survive moving into the mansion with my new stepbrothers, Jackson and Brandon. They are breathtakingly gorgeous, dangerous, and they hate me. But I didn't realize how much I hated them back—until they trapped me in my own bedroom and made my body betray every secret I was keeping. I thought the heat between us was real. I thought the way they looked at me meant I was finally seen. I was wrong. I was just a thousand-dollar wager. A game they played to ruin my mother & kick us back to the gutter where they think we belong. They called me "easy." They called me "mid." They laughed about how I leaked for them while they planned to toss me aside. But they made one fatal mistake: they showed me their weakness.