Ravaged By Her Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers

Rhea “I like your ass.” I spun around to find Jackson and Brandon looming in my doorway. Jackson leaned his weight against the doorframe with a predator’s effortless grace, arms crossed over his chest. “perfect, round, juicy ass.” Jackson added, his tongue darting out to slowly lick his lip. I lunged for the towel on my bed, whipping it around my chest and tucking it tight over my breasts. “Too late.” He grinned darkly, eyes filled with lust. “We’ve seen everything, baby sister.” “You have a pretty full p***y also.” Brandon added. “I wonder how good it will taste when I finally bury my face between those Lucious thighs.” A small, dangerous smile curved the corners of his mouth, the kind of look a wolf gives a rabbit. Heat flared under my skin, and it wasn't just embarrassment; it was a white-hot flash of vulnerability. I was completely naked, caught in the middle of a frantic search through my wardrobe for a family dinner dress that I didn’t want to be in for a family I didn't want to belong to. Brandon was holding my bedroom door wide open, one hand shoved deep into his denim pocket, his posture casual but his gaze sharp enough to cut. Their eyes were raking fire over every inch of my bare skin, lingering on the curves I’d spent my life trying to hide in big clothes. I wondered how long they’d been standing there, and how much of my naked form they’d already mapped out in their minds. “Have you both lost your damn minds?” I snapped, my voice trembling despite my attempt at iron-clad fury. “What the f**k is wrong with you two? I’ve told you a thousand times, knock before coming into my room!” Jackson chuckled, a dark, low rumble that seemed to vibrate in the very air between us. He pushed off the doorframe and began to stalk toward me, “Your door was wide open, Kitty Cat. Seems to me like you wanted us to see. A little show for the boys before the big dinner?” I let out a bitter, jagged laugh, clutching the towel. “You wish. What do you two want?” Jackson didn't stop until he’d swallowed the space between us. He towered over me, a breathtaking giant making me feel like a cornered mouse. It was infuriating how gorgeous he was, the sharp jawline, the scent of expensive sandalwood and trouble. It was enough to make my brain cells short-circuit and my hatred for this house, and the two of them, momentarily dissolve into a haze of treacherous longing. He looked down at me with an arrogant smirk, his green eyes locking onto mine with hypnotic intensity. “Your mother wants you downstairs. We wouldn't be here if you’d bothered to pick up your phone,” he said, his voice dropping an octave, becoming a private silk thread. The Jackson and Brandon I knew would never come to my room if my mother sent them. They hated her. In their eyes, she was the gold-digger who’d married their father for his millions, a threat to their inheritance. As for me, I was just the collateral damage. They never liked me either; I was part of the problem just by existing in their father's house. “You and I both know that’s not why you’re here,” I said, my breath hitching as he leaned closer. “Then why don’t you tell me why I’m here, Cat?” I hated that name. I f*****g hated it. Every time they said it, my chest tightened. It made me feel small. Exposed. Like they’d already decided I was a pet, someone they could corner, toy with, and break if the whim struck them. Jackson’s lips hovered so close to mine that I could almost taste the mint on his breath. His gaze dropped to my mouth for a split second, and he swallowed hard, his throat working as if he were fighting every instinct to claim me right there against the wardrobe. “Your room's a mess,” Brandon's voice cut in, shattering the trance. I hadn't even noticed how near he was until then. He was behind me now, his presence a cold shadow. “Didn’t peg you for the disorganized type. Or are you just that desperate to find something that makes you look like a saint?” “Quit talking nonsense,” I snapped, stepping back from Jackson’s suffocating heat, only to collide with Brandon's solid chest. Now they had me trapped between them, their bodies caging me in like iron bars. Heat radiated from their skin, igniting my nerves until they screamed. My core throbbed insistently, a treacherous rush of wetness slicking my folds and trickling down my inner thighs.