All Chapters of Step Too Far: Ruined By Him: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

DelaneyI'm standing here in my room, staring at the closed door like an idiot. As if none of that just happened. As if the throbbing between my legs is nothing.Marcus is next door, with his hand on his cock, thinking about you.Marcus's bedroom door closes, and I hear him moving around his room. These walls are paper-thin. I can't believe Marcus had the balls to move from the guesthouse to the main house – and not just the main house, but the room next door – just to mess with me. There are twelve bedrooms in this house, and Marcus picked the one next to mine.He definitely wants to mess with you.I'm not sure whether I'm more turned on or irritated. After his trip to Vegas with Chelsea and God knows how many other girls – I can only imagine the number – Marcus has the balls to stand here, pressed up against me, telling me what he wants to do to me.The really filthy things he wants to do to me.He has absolutely zero shame.You're the one who put condoms in his room. The thought fl

I tap my finger absently on the screen of my phone, until I just can't take it anymore. I can't just sit here and pretend like nothing just happened. If I were Marcus, I'd be pissed off. And hurt.I grab a piece of paper and a pen. I hesitate for a moment before I put the pen on the paper, then just do it. Pool? I write. Then I walk over to Marcus's room and slide it under his door and sit back down in my room with my novel.It's a few minutes before the piece of paper floats under the door, and I bend down to pick it up before opening the door. Marcus stands there, that cocky grin on his face, and I look down at the paper.I knew you wanted me.I roll my eyes. I should have known Marcus would take my note that way. We made out that summer by the pool. But it was also the place we talked. "Oh my God, I was feeling bad about what happened," I say. "I should have known nothing gets you down."Marcus shrugs. He's still smiling, but his eyes aren't. "No big deal.""What do you mean, no bi

MarcusI'm standing in the water, facing Delaney, looking at her under the soft lights that illuminate the darkness of the grotto area, the lights that bounce off the water and create this shimmery effect. Delaney's hair tumbles down her shoulders in waves, the ends floating in the water around her.I consider kissing her, and the instant the thought crosses my mind, I'm as hard as a fucking rock, my cock standing at attention in the pool. Delaney opens her mouth like she's going to say something, and then closes it again."Don't," I warn."Don't what?" She scrunches her forehead, and there's something about that expression, so familiar, that pushes me over the edge. We're the old Delaney and the old Marcus. I don't want to think about any other bullshit.I reach out, my hands on her arms, and lift her easily in the water, turning her and pressing her back up against the edge of the pool. She looks up at me, her face this mixture of lust and something I can't quite place. "Don't say a

I'm annoyed with Marcus for interrupting my date, and I know I should turn off the phone, but I don't. Instead, I excuse myself to use the restroom, leaving Bennet watching a sports game on the row of televisions behind me, and text on my way.You've left me alone forever now. Why are you texting me? Are you bored?I've only made it through the bathroom door when it buzzes again.Maybe I've just finally recovered from the worst case of blue balls known to man.I feel a perverse mix of guilt and satisfaction when I read his text message. How can I even respond to that? Sorry about your balls? Hope they haven't fallen off? I wonder if they make a greeting card for that occasion.I'm sure you found someone to assist you.I'm washing my hands and fixing my hair in the mirror when he texts again.So are you in your room? Or are you having a happy hour date?I stare at his text. Why does Marcus seem to have this sixth sense about me? It's so annoying. Well, I'm not going to outright lie. I

Delaney's breath comes in gasps, shorter and shorter, and she grinds herself against my face like she's riding a bucking bronco. When I fuck her with my tongue, she rides me harder, her fingers gripping my hair as she grinds her pussy harder and harder against me, her rhythm becoming more erratic. I spread her ass cheeks and press my finger against her asshole while I thrust my tongue inside her as far as I can."Marcus. Marcus. Marcus." She's moaning my name, and I know she's about to lose control. So I put my hands on her waist and pull her off my face and stand her up beside the chaise before she can even say another word. Especially after the incident at the pool, she deserves to ache for me. "Not so fast, darlin'," I tell her.Delaney groans. "What?""You think I'm going to let you come that easily?" I ask, shaking my head. "Especially after that massive case of blue balls you left me with before?""I'm so…" Her voice trails off, her breath short. Her breasts move up and down as