Chapter 34
Derek’s POV
“Marcus, wait,” I whispered urgently as he pushed me into the bathroom while Mom was in the living room watching TV.
The sound of the show drifted through the thin door, laughter from the audience mixing with the low hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen.
The bathroom light was dim, casting soft shadows on the tiles, the air cool against my heated skin. “She’s right there in the next room.
This is too risky. We can’t do this now. What if she hears us? What if she walks in?”
He locked the door with a soft click, his eyes dark with hunger as he stepped closer. “Then be quiet while your stepfather f***s you.” His hands were already yanking my pants down roughly, the cool air hitting my bare skin and making me shiver.
He bent me over the sink, the mirror show
