Belonging To My Devilish Stepbrothers

RHIANNON'S POV~ "Hello sister!" The moment I heard Lucien’s voice, I felt the air rush out of me, followed by the sharp pain of my back slamming into the school's locker behind me. His strong hand wrapped around my neck, squeezing tightly, causing me to gasp and wheeze as the grip tightened. The cruel, predatory gaze of my three stepbrothers burned into me as they surveyed me, their prey. My face drained of color as I struggled against the hand, but Lucien’s sick, twisted smile only widened. The asshole was enjoying my plight. "Where have you been?" he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "You didn’t come home last night, not even this morning. We were worried sick." He was being sarcastic I know. I could feel his breath on my face as he leaned in closer, his words like daggers in my skin. With a gasp, I spat out, "Let…go…off…me!" My voice was strained and ragged, my words barely audible. With a surge of adrenaline, I threw a punch to his face. I saw the impact of my fist on his jaw, and Lucien loosened his grip. I fell to the ground with a thud, rubbing my neck as I began to crawl away. But my escape was cut short by a pair of shoes blocking my path. I looked up, my eyes meeting Daven. By my other side, Lucien and Roman stood over me, looming like giants, their cruel eyes leveled on mine. I audibly swallowed. Daven stalked towards me. I could feel my instincts screaming at me to run, but I refused to back down. I gave him a defiant glare, my fists clenched tightly at my sides, as if that would be enough to stop him from doing whatever sick thing he had planned. Daven’s smile grew wider as he stopped in front of me, towering over my small frame. My eyes widened in fear as his hand shot out, reaching for me, but he didn’t strike me. Instead, he snatched my bag, tearing it from my shoulder and sending my phone flying out of it. My heart dropped to my stomach as I watched him hurl my new phone to the ground, the sound of shattering glass echoing in the air. "No!" I screamed, lunging towards him in a futile attempt to stop him. But Roman was there, catching me and holding me against his solid chest, pinning me in place. Daven bent down and picked up my broken phone, holding it up to the light with a sick smile. With a sinking feeling in my gut, I watched as he slammed the phone down again, shattering it beyond repair. The sound of the glass breaking sent shivers down my spine. “Oh my!" He faked a gasp, “I broke her phone, brothers. Help me!" And then he chuckled. I watched my new cell phone I had struggled to save up for months to buy shattered just like that before me and yet I couldn't do a thing. I felt my eyes start to burn, helplessness washing over me. “Ah… no no.” Roman clicked his tongue in disapproval, his thumb tracing a path from my temple to my chin, to wipe away a tear that had broken free and I wanted to slap it off me. “We've told you the only time you're allowed to cry is when we're deepthroating you dear sister, our c*m intermingling with your tears. Don't you dare now." He hissed. “Beg, sweet girl. Beg for us to let you go.” Lucien urged. "Animals!” I spat, Lucien and Roman chuckled. "More like it.” Roman hummed, stroking my hair like his pet. My teeth grinded. Roman leaned toward my ear, “You can beg us properly if you go down on your knees before lectures are over. You see every students are in class, you can hurry up. Be a good girl, Rhiannon. Go down." Next he grabbed my earlobe with his teeth and my breath hitched. Warning alarms set off in every cell of my body. "She's scared.” Daven added, a ghost-like smile on his lips. “Yup! I bet it makes her p***y wetter." Lucien mused, thumbing his lips. Shame quickly engulfed me as I felt a strange hotness take over my body. I'm in shock that my thighs had clenched from their words. Large, tattooed arms wrap around my midriff. I scream as Lucien drags me away from Roman and pins me into his firm chest but he muffles it with his larger hand. “Shh! Who are you screaming for? We're in school, a school that follows our instructions, who's going to save you now, mmh?" He ran his nose down my neck. His teeth nibbled on the crook of my neck. I swallowed hard, my gaze shifting to my other bag on the ground, fear coursing through my body. My blood felt like ice in my veins, my heart hammering against my chest. If they found out what was in that bag, I knew it would be over for me. They’d either kill me, report me to their father, or have me locked away for good. It was my worst nightmare. Lucien’s dark eyes pierced through me, searching for answers that I refused to give. "Where have you been, little sister? School hours are almost over and yet you’re absent,” he demanded. I lifted my chin, my forced smirk firmly in place. “I’d rather die than tell you assholes anything about me. You want to know? Go f**k yourselves!” I spat at him. I expected a harsh rebuke or a shove away from him, but instead Lucien’s eyes gleamed darkly like the son of Satan he is, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He slipped his thumb into his mouth, wetting it with his saliva before rubbing it on my lower lip. “Good girls don’t cuss, little sister. I’m cleansing your foul mouth.” I gasped in horror, trying to pull away from him, but he held me firmly in place. I felt sick to my stomach as his saliva lingered on my lips, a reminder of his control over me. “You’re f*****g disgusting,” I spat at him, but I could tell by the gleam in his eye that he didn’t care. “We thought we already told you?" He c****d his head to the side. “We're going to taint you, soon." As he pulled away, Lucien licked his thumb with a satisfied smile before striding away. Roman turned to me, his eyes cold and hard. "Hurry up and make sure you get home before us, Rhiannon. I hate to punish you." It was a threat, and one I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to carry out. Then he walked off. Daven turned to me, his wolfish grin sending chills down my spine. He was the quiet one among the three, but that only made him all the more terrifying. Like the quiet before a storm. "Don't forget we're watching you. Don't do anything stupid. Or else... Your mother suffers every damn thing," he warned. Daven shrugged, then turned and walked away, leaving me alone in the quiet hallway. My legs gave out and I sank to the ground, sobbing. My heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice grip. I wished I could tear it off my chest. Because It hurts. I felt dirty, violated. I shouldn’t have let them touch me. They were demons, pure and simple. Demons who had taken everything from me—my father, my brother, my freedom. And they’d done it all with their father’s blessing. My mother had been forced into marriage with him, sold like a piece of property and dragged into this hellish pack. And now, I was stuck in this hellhole, unable to shift into my wolf, almost a human and couldn't find a mate, unable to escape. I wished I was stronger. I wished I had the power to fight back, to make them pay for everything they’d done. But for now, all I could do was cry.