(Beverley’s POV)
That night, I didn’t wait for him to come to me.
The power I had felt earlier in the day, teasing Marcus relentlessly while Mom was around had awakened something new and hungry inside me. I was tired of always being the one reacting, always being the one left desperate and aching. Tonight, I wanted to take control. I wanted to see him lose himself under me.
When I heard the soft, familiar creak of my bedroom door opening around midnight, I was already ready for him. I had been lying in bed in nothing but a thin tank top and panties, heart racing with anticipation. The second Marcus slipped inside and closed the door quietly behind him, I stood up from the bed.
He was wearing only his black boxer briefs, his thick c**k already hard and straining obviously against the fa
