Hardcore with my stepbrother 7

Maya dragged her out on Friday.

“You look like you’re dying,” her friend said, shoving a dress into Sia’s hands. Red, tight and revealing. “We’re getting you drunk and getting you laid by someone who isn’t family drama.”

Sia didn’t correct her, because she was right anyway.

The club was loud, dark, packed with bodies grinding and sweating. Maya bought shots, and Sia drank them one after another, letting the alcohol burn away her thoughts, her restraint, her loyalty to a man who was torturing her with silence.

Three drinks in, she was dancing. Four drinks in, a stranger’s hands were on her hips. Five drinks in, she was in the corner with a man she didn’t know, his mouth on her neck, his cock hard against her hip.

“You’re beautiful,” he slurred, his hands roaming. “Want to get out of here?”

Sia looked up into his face — blond, handsome, nothing like Derek — and felt a spike of vicious satisfaction. She dropped to her knees in the shadowed corner, her fingers working his belt open.

“What are you… oh… fuck…“

She took his cock, all at once, her throat relaxing around his length. He groaned, his hands gripping her hair. Sia hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, wanting to be used, wanting to forget.

She didn’t hear the commotion at first. Didn’t see the crowd parting like water. But she felt the shift in the air, the sudden cold, the hand that wrapped around her arm and yanked her to her feet.

Derek.

He looked murderous, his jaw tight, his eyes black with rage. The blond man stumbled back, zipping his pants, holding up his hands.

“She came onto me, man, I didn’t know—“

Derek punched him. One clean hit to the jaw, and the man crumpled. Then Derek’s hand was around Sia’s wrist, dragging her through the club, past a lot of staring faces, and out into the night.

“Get in,” he snarled, shoving her toward a sleek black car.

“Derek, I—“

“Now.”

She got in, and Derek entered the driver’s seat. He drove like a man possessed, ignoring red lights, his knuckles white on the wheel. They didn’t speak, and the silence was worse than screaming.

They pulled up to a high rise downtown. Derek dragged her into the elevator, pinned her against the wall as it rose thirty floors, his mouth crushing down on hers, his hands rough and punishing.

“Thirty seconds from cuming in your mouth,” he growled against her lips. “Thirty seconds from making you swallow a stranger’s cum like a whore.”

“I was—“

“Shut up.”

The elevator opened into a penthouse — glass walls, city lights, one massive bed in the center of the room. Derek dragged her to it, pulled rope from the nightstand, and bound her wrists to the bedposts.

“Derek, please—“

“Please what?” He stepped back, stripping off his shirt, his belt, his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and angry, precum beading at the tip. “Please let you suck another man’s cock? Please let you betray me?”

“I was angry—“

He opened a drawer and pulled out a dildo — it was thick, veined, and bigger than anything Sia had ever seen. “You wanted to be fucked so bad, Sia? I’ll fuck you.”

He climbed between her legs and shoved the toy inside her without warning. Sia cried out, her back arching, the stretch was intense, artificial and merciless.

Derek didn’t give her time to adjust. He worked it in and out, hard and fast, watching her face as she sobbed with pleasure and shame.

“Look at you,” he sneered. “Taking it like the slut you are. Is this what you wanted? Something filling this greedy pussy?”

“Yes… Mmphh… no… Derek, please… Nnnngh…”

He pulled the dildo out and replaced it with his cock in one brutal thrust. Sia screamed, her body convulsing around him, and Derek started fucking her with abandon, each stroke pounding against her cervix, driving air from her lungs.

“Mine,” he growled, his teeth at her throat. “This pussy is mine. Your mouth is mine. Every hole, Sia. Every fucking orgasm.”

“Yes! Yes, daddy… all yours… oh, oh, oh, oh… aaah… Nnnnghhh.”

“My personal whore,” Derek growled and reached between them and found her clit, rubbing rough circles as he ravaged her.

The combination was too much — her hands bound, his rage, the filthy words in her ear. Sia came screaming, her body clamping down on him, and Derek kept fucking her through it.

“You cum for me,” he ordered. “Only me. If I ever catch you with another man’s cock in your mouth, I’ll kill him. Then I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t walk for a week.”

He pulled out and flipped her over, her wrists twisting in the ropes, and slammed back into her from behind. The new angle was deeper and brutal, and Sia sobbed into the mattress as he used her, marked her, reclaimed what he’d always known was his.

Thefilthy sounds of his cock drilling her hole filled the room. Derek came with a roar, spilling inside her, his hips jerking as he emptied himself. He stayed there, breathing hard, his weight pressing her into the bed.

“Don’t run from me again,” he whispered, his lips at her ear. “Don’t make me punish you. Just be mine, Sia. That’s all I want.”

He untied her wrists and gathered her close. Sia wept into his chest, knowing she was lost, knowing she would never want anyone else.