(Marcus’s POV)
Beverley was getting bold.
Too bold.
After days of me teasing her mercilessly, driving her crazy with secret touches, filthy texts, and stolen moments, she had finally started fighting back. That little show on the staircase earlier had my c**k aching for hours afterward. The way she pulled her dress down, squeezing those perfect heavy t**s together while pinching her n*****s. The way she bent over, arched her back, and spread her ass to show me her dripping, bare p***y right there in the house while her mom sat in the living room. It was reckless. Dangerous. And so f*****g hot.
She was testing me. Pushing boundaries to see how far she could go. And while part of me loved her growing confidence, another, darker part needed to remind her exactly who was really in control.
