chapter two

CLAIMED BY MY STEPBROTHERS II

LUCIA

I don't know how I survived the drive to the mall, but somehow I did.

The entire time, my mind kept replaying the way Will’s fingers had gripped my hip back at the house. Every time the car hit a bump or someone shifted in their seat, my pulse spiked.

Once we arrived, all three of them followed me around like bodyguards while I shopped. At some point, Will and Dave stepped away to grab something, leaving just Collin and me.

My hands were completely full of shopping bags as we walked toward the exit to wait near the car. Suddenly, Collin reached out, grabbing my wrist and tugging me toward a high-end lingerie boutique we were about to pass.

"Last year, didn't you ask us to let you get something from Victoria's Secret?" he asked, stepping inside the dimly lit, sweet-scented store.

I blinked in surprise. "Yes, but you all said no."

"Well," he murmured, his dark eyes sweeping over me, "you can pick out a few sets now."

A bright grin broke across my face. I shoved my mountain of shopping bags against his chest—which he caught effortlessly—before rushing over to inspect the displays. It didn't take long to find two gorgeous lace sets. Pointing them out to the shop assistant, I said, "I’d love to try these two on."

"Of course, miss," the girl smiled, gathering the sets from the rack. "Follow me to the fitting rooms."

I glanced back at Collin, and he gave a slow nod of approval, following close behind us.

The assistant led us into a spacious VIP fitting suite. Collin tossed my shopping bags onto a plush velvet couch in the waiting nook and sat down, while I stepped into the adjoining changing stall and locked the door behind me.

A large, full-length mirror hung on the wall. I stripped off my dress and slipped into the first option—a delicate black lace bra and matching panties. The dark lace contrasted sharply against my skin, hugging every curve perfectly.

I turned side to side in front of the mirror, my chest rising and falling as I took in the view. The sheer black lace barely covered my nipples, and the low-cut thong sat high on my hips. I looked like a woman. A desirable, dangerous woman.

"I wish they could see me like this" the thought flashed through my mind, sending a fresh wave of heat straight to my core.

Before I could reach behind my back to unhook the bra, a firm knock sounded against the door of my changing stall.

"Lucia?" Collin’s deep, gravelly voice vibrated through the panel. "How's it fitting?"

My heart slammed against my ribs. "I—it fits fine," I stuttered, my fingers trembling against the lace. "I'm just taking it off."

"Open the door," he commanded quietly.

My breath hitched, but my hands acted on their own. I unlocked the latch and pulled the door open just a few inches.

Collin stood in the narrow doorway, towering over me. His dark eyes dropped instantly, taking in every exposed inch of my skin—from the swell of my breasts rising above the black lace to my bare waist, down to my thighs.

The air in the tiny room grew suffocatingly hot.

He didn't look like a stepbrother checking on a gift. His gaze was dark, heavy, and scorching. He stepped into the stall, his broad frame completely filling the tiny space, and pushed the door shut behind him with a soft click.

"Collin..." I whispered, my voice trembling.

He didn't say a word. He stepped closer, crowding me against the full-length mirror until I could feel the heat radiating off his chest. He reached out, his heavy, calloused hand wrapping firmly around the back of my neck, tilting my head up so I had no choice but to look at him.

"You've been looking at me all day, Lucia," he rasped, his thumb pressing against my lower lip, pulling it down just like in my dream. "You think I didn't notice?"

My pulse hammered wildly against his palm. "I... I don't know what you mean."

"Liar," he murmured. His other hand slid down my bare side, his fingers digging into the curve of my hip, pulling me flush against him. I could feel the thick, rock-hard shape of his erection pressing right against my stomach through his jeans.

My eyes widened in shock, a breathless whimper tearing from my throat. He wants me. He's wanted me this whole time.

"Collin, the twins—"

"Are not here," he interrupted, his dark eyes burning into mine with possessive authority. "And they are dying to have you. But I'll take it first birthday girl"

Before I could process his words, his mouth slammed down onto mine. He drags me backwards as he palms me full breast with his left hands. A moan escapes my mouth as I lean on the mirror.

He broke off the kiss and dragged down the bra before lacting his mouth on my nipple. I roll my hips on his thigh, seeking some kind of relief.

He didn't give me time to breathe, let alone think. His hand shot down between our bodies, hooking his fingers into the lace of my thong. With one sharp, vicious yank, the fabric tore completely, the sound snapping loudly in the small space before he tossed the ruined scrap to the floor.

He shoved two fingers straight into my dripping heat without warning.

A choked gasp tore from my throat, my head snapping back against the mirror with a dull thud. He didn't ease into it. He worked his fingers inside me with a brutal, relentless rhythm, his thumb grinding hard against my clit until my legs turned to water.

"Hold onto me," Collin growled, his voice thick with a dark, terrifying authority. "You've spent a lot of time fantasizing about this, Lucia. Don't choke now."

His hand hooked beneath my thigh, hoisting my leg up and pinning me against the glass. With his other hand, he unbuckled his belt, the metal clinking sharply right before he freed his thick, throbbing shaft.

He didn't use foreplay. He didn't ask if I was ready.

He pressed his broad tip directly against my stretched entrance and shoved his full length straight into me in one heavy, unforgiving drive.

A sharp, breathless scream rose in my chest, but Collin’s hand clamped firmly over my mouth, smothering the sound against his palm. My tight walls tore open around his sheer size, taking every inch of his heat and thickness all at once. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes from the initial sting, but the pain vanished almost instantly, replaced by a deep, agonizing fullness that made my entire core throb.

"Shut up," he rasped into my ear, his chest crushing against mine, trapping me completely. "You want the the sales girl walking in to hear you taking my dick in a fitting room?"

I shook my head frantically against his hand, my fingers digging into his broad shoulders as he held me still, letting my body adjust to his size. His dark eyes burned down into mine, completely cold, completely possessive.

Then he started to punish me.

He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, the heavy impact rattling the mirror behind my spine. He drove into me with hard, filthy, unyielding strokes, using his weight to pin me down. Every thrust bottomed out inside my core, forcing breathless whimpers against the palm covering my mouth.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear as he picked up a frantic, punishing pace. "Tore you open on your birthday. Look at you bleeding on my cock. You're mine now, Lucia. Your belongs to me. Very soon it will be us"

The relentless friction overwhelmed my senses. My core clamped around him like a vise, the coil in my lower belly snapping violently. I bucked against his hip, my walls rippling around his length as a shattering, violent orgasm ripped through my entire body.

Feeling my body clamping hard around him, Collin broke. He ripped his hand from my mouth, let out a low, guttural roar, and shoved himself as deep as he could go, burying his shaft to the hilt and pumping his hot seed straight into my pulsing depth.

He stayed buried deep inside me, his forehead pressed against mine as we both gasped for air, his heavy frame keeping me pinned against the glass.

Slowly, he pulled himself out of my drenched body, leaving me slick, aching, and completely marked. He reached down and untangled my legs from his waist,then grabbed my jaw in his calloused hand, squeezing just hard enough to command my absolute attention.

"Wear the other panties," he whispered, his thumb wiping a tear from my cheek. "If I see a single drop of my cum outside of your pussy when we walk out there, I'll bend you over the hood of the car."