Thoroughly claimed.

Clara’s POV

The doorknob turned.

My entire body went rigid. For one terrifying second I was certain the lock would fail and the door would swing open, leaving me bent over the edge of the bed with my stepfather’s cock buried inside me while my mom and Ethan walked in and witnessed the taboo going on.

It didn’t open.

The lock held.

A shaky breath of relief escaped me against Daniel’s palm. He didn’t pause. His hips kept moving in those same deep, angled-just-right strokes, the thick length of him dragging over every sensitive place inside me like the people on the other side of the door didn’t exist. He just didn’t give a fuck… no pun intended.

“Clara?” My mother’s voice came again, softer this time. “Honey… I guess you want to be left alone. If you’re in there, stay safe, okay? And don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything.”

Ethan added something quieter that I couldn’t fully catch. Footsteps moved away down the hall. The sound of them faded until only the distant music from downstairs remained.

Daniel finally lowered his hand from my mouth.

“Good girl,” he murmured against my ear. “You stayed quiet.”

He didn’t give me time to answer. He pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back in hard enough to force a broken moan from my throat.

The pace changed—no longer careful, no longer restrained. He fucked me like he had been holding back for months and had finally decided to stop. He fucked into me like something had just unleashed within him and he was taking it out on my pussy.

One hand gripped my hip hard enough that I knew there would be bruises tomorrow. The other slid under me, fingers finding my clit and rubbing tight, relentless circles in time with every thrust. The wet, sloppy sound of his cock moving in and out of my pussy filled the room. My cheek pressed against the duvet. My fingers clutched the sheets.

“You feel better than I imagined,” he rasped. “This tight little cunt taking every inch like it was made for me.”

I could only whimper in response. The pleasure was building again, sharper and more intense than before. Every time he bottomed out, a fresh wave of heat rolled through my stomach. My thighs shook. I tried to push back against him and meet his thrusts, but he held me exactly where he wanted me.

“Stay still, baby. Let Daddy take care of you.” He smirked while his fat cock pounded into me.

“Daddy—please—”

“Please what?” He drove in harder. “Use your words.”

“Don’t stop. Harder. Please, just—ah—”

And he gave me just that.

The angle shifted slightly as he leaned over me, chest pressed to my back, and the new depth made my vision white out. The third wave of orgasm slammed into me without warning. My whole body locked up.

“Ah… ahrrrrg.” A high, muffled cry tore out of me as I clenched around him in hard, pulsing waves that seemed to go on forever.

“So tight. Fuck.” Daniel cursed under his breath and kept moving through it, fucking me straight through the aftershocks until I was trembling and had given everything I had to give. Only then did his rhythm falter. He buried himself as deep as he could go and came with a low, rough sound against the back of my neck, hips stuttering as he flooded me in thick pulses that I felt with every heartbeat.

For a long moment neither of us moved. The only sound in the room was our uneven breathing and the distant bass of the party below.

Slowly, the intensity in his body changed. The grip on my hip loosened. He pressed a softer kiss to the side of my neck, then another to my shoulder, before carefully pulling out. I felt the warm slide of his release leaking out of me and down my inner thigh.

He turned me around gently so I was sitting on the edge of the bed. The dark, hungry expression from earlier had softened into something closer to concern.

“Sorry, baby,” he said quietly, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. “Was I too hard on you?”

I shook my head, still trying to catch my breath. “No. I… I loved it.”

Something warm flickered in his eyes. He leaned down and kissed me once, slower this time, before disappearing into the attached bathroom. I heard water running. A moment later he returned with a warm, damp cloth.

He cleaned me with surprising care—between my thighs, along the sensitive skin that still throbbed, wiping away the evidence of what we had just done. When he finished, he set the cloth aside and helped me stand.

“Get dressed,” he said, voice low but steady. “Fix yourself. Then come downstairs and join the party. Smile. Talk. Act like nothing happened.” His hand brushed my cheek. “No one needs to know you just had your stepfather’s cock inside you.”

The words sent a fresh shiver through me.

Daniel picked up his mask from the dresser, slipped it back into place, and paused at the door while adjusting his trousers.

“I’ll go first,” he said. “Wait a few minutes.”

Then he was gone, the door closing softly behind him.

I stood alone in the middle of my room, body still humming, the taste of him and the feel of him lingering everywhere. I walked to the mirror on unsteady legs.

None of the hundreds of orgasms from the wet dreams and self-pleasure I had given myself while thinking of him came close to the three powerful ones he had given me.

My reflection looked thoroughly ruined. Hair messy and sticking to my damp neck. Makeup smudged under my eyes and around my mouth. Lips swollen. Eyes puffy and glazed. A faint flush still colored my cheeks and chest. There were lots of small marks and hickeys on the side of my throat, around and close to my breasts, and down my thighs, all where his mouth had been.

I did the best I could with what I had—smoothed my hair, fixed the worst of the makeup with tissues, put my Halloween costume back on, and slipped my mask back on. The bodysuit still felt damp in places and clung awkwardly to my skin. My legs trembled slightly when I tried to walk.

When I finally opened the door and stepped into the hallway, Ethan was right there.

He was leaning against the opposite wall like he had been waiting. His eyes moved over me in a quick, thorough scan—hair, face, the slightly wrinkled costume, the way I was still a little unsteady on my feet.

“I just saw your dad leave,” he said. His voice was careful, but there was something sharp underneath it. “I guess you both have been in there since I left earlier. What were you doing… and why did you ignore your mom and me when we came looking for you?”