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THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT INCLUDING NON-CONSENSUAL THEMES, GROUP SEX, DEGRADATION, AND TABOO STEP-FAMILY DYNAMICS.READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED.

**BELLA**

I stepped into the house dragging my last heavy suitcase, already sweating from the long drive. College was officially over, my bank account was crying, and I needed a place to stay. Badly.“ Bella? Is that you?”

Cyril’s deep voice called from the living room.

I walked in and stopped dead.

Four men were lounging on the couches like they owned the place. All older, all ridiculously hot, and all clearly loaded — expensive watches, tailored clothes, the kind of confidence that screamed money and power.

Cyril...