PINNED BY MY STEPFATHER

Possessive

Chapter 19

Derek’s POV

The front door had barely clicked shut behind me when Marcus was on me.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his room, shutting the door with a firm push.

The jealousy I had sensed earlier had clearly boiled over. His eyes were dark, stormy with possession.

“You went on a date,” he said, voice low and dangerous as he backed me against the wall. “I tried to play normal with that girl.”

“Marcus…”

He cut me off with a bruising kiss, hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks. There was no tenderness tonight. Only raw, angry need.

He stripped me roughly, shirt and jeans hitting the floor in seconds.

His own clothes followed, revealing the powerful body that had completely ruined me for anyone else.

“On the bed,” he ordered. “Now.”

I obeyed, heart pounding. The dominant edge in his voice sent heat rushing through me despite the guilt gnawing at my insides.

Marcus climbed over me, pinning my wrists above my head with one large hand. His other hand wrapped around my c**k, stroking with firm, possessive pulls.

“You let her touch you?” he growled, biting down on my neck hard enough to make me gasp. “Let her think she had a chance?”

“No,” I breathed. “I couldn’t. It felt wrong.”

“Good.” He kissed me again, fierce and claiming. “Because you’re mine. Not hers. Not anyone’s but mine.”

He released my wrists only to flip me onto my stomach. Strong hands pulled my hips up, positioning me on my knees.

I heard the cap of lube open, then two slick fingers pushed inside me without warning.

The stretch was rough, impatient. I moaned into the pillow, pushing back anyway.

Marcus didn’t wait long. He replaced his fingers with his thick c**k, thrusting in deep in one powerful stroke.

I cried out, the sudden fullness overwhelming. He f****d me hard and fast, one hand fisting my hair, the other gripping my hip with bruising force.

“Say it,” he demanded, voice rough as he pounded into me. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” I gasped, the pleasure bordering on too much. “I belong to you.”

“Louder.” His thrusts grew more punishing, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. “Tell your stepfather who owns this tight little hole.”

“Stepfather,” I moaned, shame and arousal twisting together. “You own me. Only you.”

The admission seemed to snap something in him. He pulled my head back by my hair, arching my back as he drove into me even harder.

The angle hit that perfect spot with every thrust, making my vision blur with pleasure. I was leaking onto the sheets, c**k untouched and aching.

Marcus reached around and stroked me roughly in time with his thrusts. “Come for me. Show me who you really want.”

I came hard with a muffled cry, spilling over his fist and the sheets.

My body clenched around him, pulling him deeper. Marcus groaned, burying himself to the hilt as he came inside me, hips jerking with each pulse.

We collapsed together, breathing ragged. For a few moments, the only sound was our heavy breathing.

Marcus stayed inside me, arms wrapped around my body possessively.

“Never do that again,” he whispered against my neck, voice still edged with anger. “Going on dates to prove something. Trying to be normal. You’re past that now.”

I closed my eyes, the high of pleasure fading into deep guilt. “This is getting out of control. Mom is right down the hall. If she heard us…”

“She didn’t.” He kissed my shoulder, softer now. “But I won’t pretend I’m okay with you trying to replace me. Not even in your head.”

I turned in his arms, facing him. The dominant fire in his eyes was still there, but mixed with something deeper. Possession. Need. Maybe even fear of losing me.

The angry s*x had been intense, raw, and devastatingly good. But it left me more conflicted than ever.

I was falling deeper into this forbidden relationship, and Marcus’s dominant side only made it harder to pull away.

As we cleaned up quietly and I slipped back to my room before Mom could wake, one thought echoed in my mind:

I was his.

And I was terrified of how much I liked it.