LENA'S POV
My heart slammed against my ribs as the door creaked open another inch. Alex’s shadow stretched across the floor. Marcus’s cock was still buried inside me, half-hard and twitching, his cum leaking out around where we were joined. I was naked, marked, thighs sticky, and completely trapped.
“Lena, you there?” Alex called, voice edged with suspicion.
Marcus’s hand clamped over my mouth. His eyes burned into mine, dark and furious. He rocked his hips once, slow and deep, forcing a muffled whimper against his palm. The wet sound of his cum shifting inside me made my cheeks burn hotter.
I nodded frantically at Marcus. He eased his hand away but didn’t pull out.
“I’m here,” I called back, voice hoarse. “Just… couldn’t sleep. Talking to Marcus about some stuff. Go back to bed, Alex.”
Silence stretched. Then Alex muttered, “This is bullshit. We’re talking tomorrow.” His footsteps retreated.
The second they faded, Marcus flipped me onto my back and thrust in hard, once, twice, like he needed to remind me who I belonged to. I gasped, legs wrapping around him instinctively.
“You almost got us caught,” he growled, but his hips kept moving in these shallow, possessive strokes.
I shoved at his chest, nails digging in. “This is your fault. All of it.” My voice cracked. “Alex knows something’s up. He’s not stupid.”
Marcus pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and clenching. He stood, grabbed my wrist, and yanked me up. I stumbled after him across the room. He pinned me against the wall, cool plaster against my back, his big body crowding me in. His cock, slick with our mess, pressed hot and heavy against my stomach.
“Tell me what he said earlier,” he demanded, one hand gripping my jaw, thumb brushing my lower lip. “Every word.”
I swallowed. “He found a photo. One of the thumbnails from your folder. Must’ve seen it when the door opened a crack. He’s threatening to show my parents… and demand I break things off with you. Pay him to stay quiet. Exclusivity. Me on my knees for him like I owe him.”
Marcus’s eyes flashed. Pure rage. “That little shit thinks he can blackmail *my* girl?”
I laughed bitterly, even as heat pooled low in my belly. “You started this game, brother. Now fuck me like you mean it before Alex destroys us both.”
Something snapped in him. He lifted me, hands under my ass, and I sank down onto his cock in one slick plunge. We both groaned. He was rock hard again, stretching me so full I felt it in my throat.
“Like this?” he rasped, bouncing me on his dick against the wall. Each thrust slammed me up, my tits bouncing, back scraping the plaster. “You want your stepbrother to ruin you while that prick tries to take what’s mine?”
I clawed at his shoulders, moaning loud. “Yes—fuck—harder.”
He gave it to me. Brutal. Deep. His hips snapped up, cock dragging along every ridge inside me. The angle hit my G-spot relentlessly. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room—my pussy creaming around his thick shaft, his balls slapping my ass. I could feel his cum from earlier being fucked deeper, pushed out in messy rivulets down his length.
Marcus buried his face in my neck, biting down as he pounded me. “This pussy is mine. Say it while I breed it.”
“It’s yours,” I gasped, legs tightening around his waist. My clit ground against his pelvis with every brutal thrust. Pressure built fast, coiling tight. “Only yours—shit, Marcus—”
He shifted, hooking one of my legs higher, opening me wider. The new angle let him grind right against my cervix. I came suddenly, pussy spasming hard around him, gushing down his cock and thighs. My vision whited out. I bit his shoulder to muffle my scream.
But he didn’t stop. He carried me to the bed, dropped me on my back, and climbed over me. Rough turned tender in seconds. He pushed back in slow, eyes locked on mine, watching every flicker across my face as he bottomed out.
“I’ve wanted this since the day you moved in,” he admitted, voice rough. Thrust. “Not just your body. You, Lena. All the fire. All the mess.” Another deep roll of his hips. “I protected you from afar. Kept those videos so no one else could use them against you. Twisted, yeah. But it was love. Even if I hated myself for it.”
Tears pricked my eyes. I didn’t want to hear it. Didn’t want the hate to crack open like this. But my body melted under him. I cupped his face, pulled him down into a messy kiss as he fucked me slower, deeper, grinding on every downstroke.
“Shut up and cum in me,” I whispered against his lips, but my voice shook.
He smiled, dark and soft at the edges. “Gonna put my baby in you. Fill you until it takes. So no one can take you away.”
He picked up speed again, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand. His free hand rubbed my clit in tight, perfect circles. I came a second time, sobbing his name, walls milking him desperately. Marcus followed right after, burying himself deep and pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum straight into my womb. So much it swelled my belly slightly before leaking out around his base.
He collapsed over me, still inside, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my swollen lips. “I’ve got you. Always. No one touches what’s mine.”
We lay there tangled, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin, when my phone lit up on the nightstand. Unknown number. I reached for it.
Marcus tensed but let me answer on speaker.
Alex’s voice came through, smug. “Got more pictures, Lena. Clear ones of you sneaking into his room. Parents get these tomorrow unless you wire me ten grand and dump his ass. You owe me for playing the fool.”
Marcus snatched the phone. “Listen up, you pathetic fuck. Send anything and I’ll bury you. Not just financially. I know every dirty secret from your college days. Try me.”
He hung up, tossed the phone, and pulled me back against his chest. His hand slid between my legs, gently pushing his cum back inside me. Possessive. Caring.
“You don’t have to fight him alone,” he murmured, kissing my temple. “We do this together now. Hate me tomorrow if you want. But tonight you’re mine.”
I turned in his arms, straddling him again. His cock stirred against my messy folds. I sank down slowly, taking him in, rocking gentle this time. Reclaiming. The anger melted into something raw and terrifying. Need. Trust. Maybe more.
“I still hate you,” I whispered, but I leaned down and kissed him soft.
He smiled against my mouth, hands guiding my hips. “Good. Hate me while you ride my cock.”
We moved together like that for what felt like hours—slow, deep, messy. Another creampie. More whispers. More of his gentle aftercare, cleaning me with a warm cloth, holding me close, telling me I was strong, that I was everything.
In the afterglow, naked and wrapped in his arms, his hand resting protectively over my lower belly, he kissed my hair.
“We’ll figure this out. A real future. No more games.”
My phone rang again. This time it was Mom.
I answered, dread curling in my gut.
“Sweetie! We’re coming home early tomorrow morning. Alex sent us the sweetest message saying he’s worried about some family tension. Everything okay there?”
Marcus’s arms tightened around me. His cum was still dripping down my thighs. Alex had gone nuclear.
I stared at the ceiling, heart racing, as Mom kept talking.
Parents arriving with Alex’s “concerned” message hanging over us. And the pregnancy test I’d hidden in my bag was already showing two faint lines.