(Marcus’s POV)
I was thoroughly enjoying this game.
Over the past several days, the entire house had slowly transformed into our private, forbidden playground. Every room, every corner, every fleeting moment when Bianca wasn’t looking became an opportunity to tease, touch, and push Beverley closer and closer to the edge of complete surrender. The risk was constant, the thrill intoxicating, and the power I held over her grew with every secret encounter. She was cracking beautifully, and I was savoring every second of it.
It started at dinner that evening, as it often did now.
We sat at the dining table like the perfect little blended family. Bianca was on one side, chatting happily about her day with her friends, laughing and gesturing animatedly with her fork as she recounted some stor
