Marcus pov.I stood outside Elias’s locked door, fist still hovering where I’d pounded it once—hard enough to rattle the frame, but not hard enough to break anything. My knuckles stung. My chest heaved like I’d run ten miles instead of just stalking down this endless hallway. “Elias,” I said again, quieter this time. My voice cracked on his name. “Open the door. We need to talk.”Silence.I pressed my forehead to the wood. The scent of Gloria’s perfume still clung to me—faint jasmine from the closet, mixed with the salty musk of what we’d just done. What I’d just done. My cock twitched traitorously at the memory, still half-hard in my slacks, slick from his mouth. His mouth. Elias’s mouth. My stepson’s mouth wrapped around me, sucking like he’d been born for it, eyes wide and dark behind fake lashes, cheeks hollowed, throat working around every inch I fed him.I groaned low, hating myself for the sound. Hating how my body refused to register the horror my brain was screaming.This a
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