My legs were still trembling when Marcus pulled me up from my knees. His c*m still coated my throat, warm and thick, as he kissed me with raw possession. The taste of us mingled on our tongues. I could barely stand, my p***y throbbing from the brutal way he’d claimed me against the stone fireplace.
“Upstairs is too risky tonight,” he murmured against my lips, voice dark and commanding. “Your mother might wake up. But I’m not done with you, Sophia. Not even close.”
He gripped my wrist and led me toward the large L-shaped sectional couch facing the fire. The cabin was silent except for the howling wind and the crackle of logs. My heart pounded with forbidden excitement. This was insane. My stepfather. My mother is sleeping just one floor above us.
Marcus disappeared into the master bedroo
