Pound Me Harder, Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 5 : The Delivery Guy Spark

==Layla==

The message from my ex sat on the screen like a threat.

“Heard you moved into a billionaire’s house. Those songs we wrote together? I still own them. Meet me or I expose everything.”

I stared at it until the letters blurred. My body was still warm from the o****m Maddox had talked me through, but the guilt and fear mixed together into something heavy in my chest.

I didn’t reply to my ex. Not yet. I turned my phone face down and tried to sleep, but my mind kept spinning.

The next morning I tried to act normal. Breakfast was quiet. Maddox was distant again, focused on his phone. My mom chatted about redecorating one of the guest rooms. I barely heard her.

Later that afternoon a delivery arrived. Expensive clothes my mom had ordered for me. The guy who brought the packages was young, maybe twenty-five, with an easy smile and kind eyes. He flirted lightly while I signed for them.

“You must be new here,” he said. “Pretty smile like yours doesn’t belong in a place this big and stuffy.”

I laughed politely. “Thanks. It’s all still very new.”

He handed me the last box and winked. “If you ever need someone to show you the real city, give me a call.”

I smiled again and closed the door. It was harmless. Just a normal guy being nice.

Maddox walked into the foyer right as the delivery van drove away. He had clearly seen the whole exchange from the hallway.

“Who was that?” he asked. His voice was calm, but something dangerous lurked underneath.

“Just the delivery guy,” I said, shrugging. “He was dropping off some things my mom ordered.”

Maddox’s jaw tightened. “He was flirting with you.”

“It was nothing,” I replied. “He said I had a pretty smile. Relax.”

Big mistake.

His eyes flashed. The jealousy hit him hard and fast. He grabbed my wrist, not roughly but firmly, and pulled me toward the garage without another word.

“Maddox, what are you doing?” I whispered, trying to keep my voice down.

He didn’t answer. We reached the garage. He opened the back door of his sleek black supercar and guided me inside. The tinted windows hid us completely from the outside world.

He climbed in after me and shut the door. The space felt small and intimate. The leather seats were cool against my skin.

“You think it’s funny letting other men flirt with you right under my roof?” he growled.

“It was harmless,” I said, my heart racing. “He was just being nice.”

Maddox moved fast. He pulled me onto his lap so I straddled him. His hands gripped my hips hard.

“Nice?” he repeated. “No one gets to look at you like that. No one gets to make you smile except me.”

His mouth crashed down on mine. The kiss was rough. Angry. Possessive. His tongue pushed past my lips and claimed every inch. I moaned into him before I could stop myself.

His hands roamed under my dress, sliding up my thighs. He squeezed my ass, pulling me tighter against the hard bulge in his pants.

I rocked against him instinctively. Heat flooded between my legs.

Maddox broke the kiss and trailed his mouth down my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks.

“You’re mine, Layla,” he growled against my skin. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I breathed, even though the words scared me.

He pushed my dress higher and slipped his hand inside my panties. His fingers found me already wet. He groaned and stroked me slowly, circling my c**t with his thumb.

“So f*****g wet for your stepbrother,” he muttered. “Even when you’re pretending you don’t want this.”

I whimpered. My hips moved against his hand. The pleasure built fast. His fingers were skilled and relentless.

But he didn’t take it further. He didn’t pull his c**k out. He didn’t try to f**k me.

Instead he kept touching me, kissing me, marking me, until I was shaking on the edge.

Then he stopped.

He rested his forehead against mine, breathing hard. His hands stayed on my hips, holding me still.

“I want you so badly it hurts,” he said, voice rough with restraint. “But not like this. Not in the back of a car when you’re still terrified.”

I looked into his eyes. The jealousy was still there, but so was something softer.

“I’m a virgin,” I whispered, the words spilling out before I could stop them. “I’ve never done any of this. And I’m terrified of how much I want you. It feels wrong… but I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Maddox’s grip on my hips tightened for a second. His eyes darkened with raw hunger, but he stayed in control.

“I knew it,” he murmured. “The moment I kissed you in the library I felt how innocent you are. I won’t take that from you until you’re ready. Until you beg me for it.”

He kissed me again, slower this time. Gentle. Almost tender. His fingers brushed my cheek.

We stayed like that for a long moment, just breathing each other in.

Finally we started fixing our clothes. I smoothed my dress down. Maddox adjusted his shirt.

His phone suddenly lit up on the seat beside us.

An anonymous message had arrived.

I glanced at the screen. My stomach dropped.

It was a photo. One of my old singing videos from a dive bar six months ago.

The message said it had been forwarded from Maddox’s own private email address.