LENA'S POV
Marcus kept me naked in his bed most of the night. His fingers stayed buried between my legs even after he came the third time, lazily pushing his load deeper like he could seal me shut. I dozed in fits, waking every time his cock twitched against my ass or his breath ghosted my neck. By morning my thighs were sticky, my pussy sore in that deep, used way that made me clench just thinking about it.
He finally let me shower alone. I scrubbed fast, but his marks were everywhere—faint bruises on my hips, bite prints on my tits. I pulled on a loose sundress with nothing underneath because he’d hidden my panties. When I stepped out, Alex was already in the living room.
Early. Just like his texts warned.
Marcus leaned against the doorway in gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the outline of his dick, arms crossed, watching Alex pace like a caged dog.
“Hey babe,” Alex said, pulling me into a hug the second he saw me. His hands slid down my back, possessive. “Missed you last night. You sure everything’s cool with him?”
I forced a smile, hyper aware of Marcus’s stare burning into us. “Yeah. Just old family drama.”
Marcus snorted. “Family drama. That’s one way to put it.”
Alex’s jaw tightened. “You got a problem, man?”
“Only that my stepsister deserves better than some scholarship kid who couldn’t keep her satisfied if he tried.” Marcus’s voice stayed calm, but his eyes flicked to me with dark heat. “She’s got fire. Needs someone who can handle it.”
I stepped between them. “Stop. Both of you.”
Alex’s hand found my waist, pulling me closer. Too close. I could still feel Marcus’s cum trying to leak down my thigh. My face burned.
The tension crackled all day. Alex stuck to my side, kissing my cheek, touching my arm, trying to mark territory. Marcus countered with small shit—brushing past me in the hallway so his fingers grazed my ass, whispering “still dripping for me?” when Alex turned away. Every touch from either of them made my body react in ways that fucked with my head.
By evening Alex went out for a run to “clear his head.” The second the front door closed, Marcus had me backed against the balcony door in the upstairs hallway. The glass was cool through my thin dress. Down below, the backyard stretched out empty, but anyone could look up.
“Marcus—wait—” I hissed.
He didn’t. He spun me around, yanked my dress up to my waist, and kicked my legs apart. “He’s been touching what’s mine all day. Time to remind this pussy who it belongs to.”
His cock was already out, hard and leaking. He rubbed the thick head along my slit, spreading the wetness that had been building since breakfast. I was soaked. Pathetic.
“Alex could come back any second,” I whispered, but my hips pushed back anyway.
“Better cum fast then.” He thrust in hard, burying every inch in one stroke. I gasped, forehead hitting the glass. He felt even bigger at this angle, stretching me wide, grinding against my cervix.
He fucked me like he was pissed. Deep, punishing strokes that made my tits bounce against the door. One hand gripped my hair, the other reached around to pinch my clit. “Look out there, Lena. Imagine if he jogs back and sees his fiancée getting railed by her stepbrother.”
I moaned, the risk twisting everything hotter. My walls fluttered around him. He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in, hips slapping my ass loud enough I worried it would echo.
“Fuck—slow down—” I begged, but my body betrayed me, pushing back to take him deeper.
Marcus laughed low. “No. You’re gonna cum on my cock while your boyfriend’s name is still on your lips from earlier.” He angled his hips and hit that spot that made my knees buckle. Over and over. Hard. Fast. The wet sounds of my pussy taking him filled the hallway.
I came hard, biting my arm to stay quiet, pussy spasming and gushing around his thickness. He groaned, fucked me through it, then pulled out and spun me to face him. He lifted one of my legs, hooked it over his arm, and drove back in. Eye contact now. Too intimate.
“Gonna breed you right here,” he growled, forehead pressed to mine. “Fill you so deep Alex will smell me on you tonight.”
His thrusts turned shorter, grinding. His pubic bone rubbed my clit with every snap. I was shaking, another orgasm building fast. He kissed me then—rough, claiming, tongue fucking my mouth the same way his cock wrecked my pussy.
I came again, crying out into his mouth. Marcus buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Thick ropes of cum pumped into me, so much it overflowed immediately, running down my leg.
He stayed inside, kissing my neck softer now, thumb stroking my thigh. “You okay, baby? Not too rough?”
I nodded, breathless, hating how his care made my chest ache. “We’re going to get caught.”
“Good. Let him see who you really need.”
We barely cleaned up before Alex’s voice called from downstairs. “Lena? I’m back!”
Marcus smirked, wiped his cock on my dress, and tucked himself away. I smoothed the fabric down, feeling his cum still leaking as I walked down to meet Alex.
Dinner was torture. Alex kept trying to talk about our future, our engagement, while Marcus sat across the table watching me with dark, satisfied eyes. Every shift in my seat made more cum drip out. I crossed my legs tight.
Later that night Alex passed out early in the guest room. I slipped out, telling myself it was to get water.
Marcus was waiting in his room, door cracked. Naked. Hard again.
He pulled me inside, stripped my dress in seconds, and had me on my back in his bed. This time he took his time. Missionary, slow and deep, eyes locked on mine the whole time. He kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my lips while his cock dragged in and out, stirring the mess he’d already left.
“You’re mine, Lena,” he whispered between thrusts. “Not his. Never was.”
I wrapped my legs around him, nails digging into his back. Hate and need twisted so tight I couldn’t tell them apart. He fucked me through two more orgasms, breeding me again until I was a shaking, leaking wreck.
We lay tangled after, his hand stroking my hair, when footsteps sounded in the hallway.
Alex.
“Lena?” His voice right outside Marcus’s door. “You in there? I woke up and you weren’t in bed.”
Marcus’s arms tightened around me. He was still half-hard inside me. His cum was everywhere—on my thighs, on the sheets, probably on my chin from earlier.
I froze.
Marcus leaned close, lips brushing my ear. “Answer him,” he breathed. “Or I open the door and let him see exactly how well your stepbrother takes care of you.”
My heart hammered against his chest. Alex knocked again, louder.
The handle started to turn.
A soft click. The door creaked open just an inch. And I realized too late that Marcus had left the blackmail folder open on his desk—right in Alex’s line of sight if he stepped inside.