All Chapters of Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

RHEAThe discharge nurse handed me a stack of papers I barely glanced at before shoving them in my bag. Instructions about monitoring symptoms, when to seek emergency care again, and medications to pick up. None of it mattered. All I wanted was to get out of this sterile white prison.Brandon’s hand found the small of my back as we walked through the automatic doors. The evening air hit my face, cool and clean, so different from the recycled hospital atmosphere. I breathed it in deeply, my lungs expanding without pain for the first time in hours.The parking lot was nearly empty now, the sun beginning its descent toward the horizon. Brandon’s car sat under a light pole, gleaming black paint reflecting the orange-pink sky.My phone buzzed as we reached it. Mom’s name flashed on the screen.“I need to call her back,” I said. “She’s been texting all afternoon.”Jackson opened the back door for me. “Get in. You can call her while we drive.”I slid into the backseat, the leather cool again

Rhea“Condom.” Jackson’s voice cut through the haze of heat and want as he suddenly pulled back from kissing me. His chest was heaving. “We don’t have one.”The words hung in the air between us, a last barrier, a final chance to stop this before we crossed a line we could never uncross.“I’m on birth control,” I heard myself say. Heat flooded my face as the admission left my lips. “I got the shot. You won’t—you won’t get me pregnant.”The moment the words were out, shame crashed over me like a wave. They would know now. Know that I’d prepared for this. That some part of me had been anticipating, planning, hoping for exactly this moment even as I pretended I didn’t want them.The truth was darker than that. I’d gotten the shot because I was terrified they might take what they wanted whether I agreed or not. It was protection. Insurance. A way to maintain some shred of control in a situation where I had none.Brandon’s laugh was low and dangerous. “Fuck, Kitty.” He ran his hand over his

RheaAll the air punched out of my lungs in a ragged, guttural scream as Brandon bottomed out inside me. My forehead slammed against the rough bark of the pine tree, the friction of the wood scraping my skin, but I barely felt it over the sheer, agonizing stretch of him.“Ooh no... I’m hot...” It was all I could gasp out, my voice sounding like broken glass. “I’m so fucking hot.”The heat was everywhere. It was a physical weight, a fever that had taken over my blood. I had tasted their cocks, I had held them in my hands, but I’d never truly understood the difference in their builds until this moment. Jackson’s cock was huge, but Brandon's was something that should have terrified me. My fucking God, he was monstrous.Every time he slammed his hips inside me, I felt like my core was being reconfigured. He was ripping me apart, stretching walls that were already raw and swollen, and yet my body was screaming for the destruction.He pulled out abruptly, the loss of him making me whimper,

RHEAI stood in front of my closet, staring at rows of clothes that suddenly seemed impossible to navigate. Every movement sent sharp reminders through my body of what had happened last night.My thighs ached. My back stung where the bark had scraped it raw. And between my legs—God, between my legs felt like I’d been split in half. I reached for my usual jeans and immediately reconsidered. Denim would be torture. I grabbed a loose cotton skirt instead, something that wouldn’t press against anything tender. A soft sweater that wouldn’t irritate my back.Getting dressed was an exercise in pain management. Every time I bent or twisted, my body screamed protest. I had to walk with my legs slightly apart, the normal motion of my thighs brushing together sending jolts of discomfort through my core.There was a knock on my door.“Yeah?” My voice came out rougher than I intended.The door opened. Jackson stepped inside, closing it quietly behind him. He had a glass of water in one hand and a

JacksonThe cafeteria was too loud. Too bright. Too full of people who had no idea what I was capable of when someone pushed me too far.And I was already past too far.I’d been there since this morning when Rhea walked out the door with Nick like she hadn’t spent last night screaming my name. Like I hadn’t given her those pills, hadn’t shown her the kind of care I never showed anyone. Like that moment between us in her bedroom meant nothing.She’d chosen him anyway.The betrayal sat in my chest like broken glass.Brandon was beside me, his jaw tight as we crossed the cafeteria. Students moved out of our way instinctively, conversations dying as we passed. They knew better than to get in our path when we looked like this.Camilla sat at her usual table near the windows, surrounded by her little court. Queeneth on her right, two other girls whose names I didn’t bother learning on her left. All of them dressed like they’d stepped out of a magazine, all of them watching us approach with