PINNED BY MY STEPFATHER

Breaking Rules

Chapter 14

Derek’s POV

The apartment was quiet when we returned from the engagement gathering.

Mom had been invited for a late drink with her clinic friends to celebrate and had texted that she’d be home after midnight.

The message left me alone with Marcus in the charged silence of our living room.

I tried to escape to my bedroom, but he caught my arm in the hallway, grip firm.

“We need to talk,” he said, voice low.

“Talk?” I laughed bitterly, pulling away. “You had your hand on me under the table the entire dinner while Mom was right there.”

Marcus stepped closer, backing me against the wall. His eyes were dark, hungry. “You were hard the whole time. Don’t pretend you didn’t like the risk.”

Heat flooded my face. Before I could deny it, his mouth crashed down on mine.

This kiss was different from the first time, rougher, more demanding.

His tongue invaded, claiming, while his hands pinned my wrists above my head.

I moaned into his mouth, body responding instantly despite the fresh wave of guilt.

“Marcus—” I gasped when he broke away for air.

“Say it,” he growled, nipping at my jaw. “Tell me to stop.”

I couldn’t. Instead, I surged forward, kissing him harder.

He released my wrists only to grab my hips, lifting me effortlessly and carrying me to my bedroom. The door slammed shut behind us.

Clothes came off in a frenzy.

My shirt hit the floor, then his. He shoved my pants down roughly, freeing my aching c**k.

I fumbled with his belt, desperate. When we were both naked, he spun me around and bent me over my desk, the wood cool against my chest.

“f**k, look at you,” he muttered, hands roaming over my ass. “So eager for your stepfather.”

The word sent a filthy thrill through me. “Don’t…”

“Don’t what?” His slick fingers, he must have grabbed lube from somewhere, pressed inside me without warning. Two at once, stretching me fast.

I gasped at the burn, pushing back anyway. “Don’t call myself what I am? Your mother’s husband-to-be. And the man who’s about to f**k you raw while she’s out celebrating our engagement.”

His fingers crooked, hitting that spot that made my knees buckle.

I moaned louder, gripping the edge of the desk.

He worked me open quickly, efficiently, far less gentle than the first time. The roughness only turned me on more.

“Please,” I begged, voice breaking.

Marcus pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his thick c**k in one powerful thrust. I cried out, the stretch intense and perfect.

He didn’t give me time to adjust. He started f*****g me hard, hips snapping against my ass with deep, punishing strokes.

“Quiet,” he warned, one hand covering my mouth. “Don’t want the neighbors hearing how much you love your stepfather’s cock.”

The power play, the dirty words, the risk of Mom coming home early, it all blended into overwhelming pleasure. Each thrust dragged against my prostate, sending sparks through my body.

I pushed back to meet him, desperate and shameless.

Marcus reached around, stroking me in time with his thrusts. “That’s it. Take it. You’ve been thinking about this since the gathering, haven’t you? While Lena was questioning you.”

I nodded frantically against his hand, moaning. The pressure built fast, too fast.

My orgasm crashed over me suddenly. I came hard across the desk, body shaking, hole clenching around him.

Marcus groaned, pace faltering. “Good boy.” A few more rough thrusts and he buried himself deep, coming inside me with a low, guttural sound.

For a moment, we stayed locked together, breathing ragged. Then reality rushed back.

He pulled out carefully, c*m trickling down my thigh.

The sight made fresh shame burn through the afterglow.

Marcus turned me around, kissing me softer this time. “We keep breaking the rules,” he murmured against my lips.

“Because you keep pushing them.” I rested my forehead against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “This has to stop. Lena’s already suspicious. If Mom finds out…”

He tilted my chin up. “I know the risks. But I’m not walking away from this. From you.”

We cleaned up quickly. Marcus helped wipe down the desk, his movements efficient even now.

As he dressed, he glanced at me with that mix of possession and something softer.

“Get some rest,” he said. “Your mom will be home soon.”

He left my room, closing the door quietly.

I collapsed onto my bed, sore and spent. The second time had been quicker, rougher, and somehow even more intense. The “stepfather” teasing lingered in my mind, filthy and addictive.

Guilt returned stronger than ever. Mom was out celebrating their future while I let her fiancé f**k me in our apartment.

The research project waited on my laptop, its themes of forbidden family dynamics mocking me again.

My phone buzzed. Alex: Looking forward to tomorrow. You seemed stressed today, hope you’re okay.

I stared at the message. Normal. Safe. Everything Marcus wasn’t.

Yet as I lay there, body marked by Marcus’s touch, I knew I was already craving the next time he’d break the rules.

The secret was becoming a drug. And I was getting addicted far too quickly.