Todos os capítulos de CLAIMED BY MY ALPHA STEPBROTHER AND STEPFATHER: MC EROTICA: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The underwear is gone and I can still smell him on my fingers when I brush my teeth, and I’m thinking about golden eyes and growling walls and stolen fabric while I walk into Advanced Literature ten minutes early like the overachieving tragedy that I am.The classroom is a small amphitheater – tiered seating, the kind of room that smells like old paper and academic self-importance – and I take a seat in the third row and open my textbook and tell myself that this is a class about literature and nothing else.My stepfather, Dominic Voss, walks in at exactly 9 AM and the room rearranges itself around him.He’s wearing a charcoal suit that fits him like an apology for every ill-fitting suit that has ever existed, and his glasses sit low on the bridge of his nose in a way that makes him look like he’s perpetually evaluating whether you’re worth looking at over the rims, and the answer for most people appears to be no.He sets his briefcase on the desk with the kind of precise, unhurried m

He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and the angle opens me up to him and he uses it, his tongue pushing inside me and curling forward against that spot that makes my whole body clench before sliding back up to my clit in long strokes that my hips chase without permission.His hands grip my thighs hard enough that I can feel individual fingers pressing bruises into my skin, and he’s holding me in place because my legs have stopped being structurally relevant and I’m gripping his hair with both hands and the sounds coming out of me are loud enough that I should care about my mom hearing them from down the hall but I don’t care because Knox’s tongue is flicking against my clit now in rapid strokes that send sparks up my spine on every pass.He seals his mouth around my clit and sucks while his tongue works the underside of it in tight circles, and the suction combined with the friction of his tongue tips me over so fast I don’t have time to brace for it.I cum with my leg locking a

He said tonight and he wasn’t lying.He didn’t knock. He never knocks. The door opens and closes and he’s leaning against it with his arms crossed and his eyes already dark and I’m sitting on my bed in a t-shirt and underwear pretending I wasn’t counting the minutes since the stairwell, which I was, and I counted four hundred and thirty-seven of them.“Stand up.”I stand, and he drops to his knees.The sight of Knox Voss on his knees in front of me is so disorienting that my brain stalls for a full second because this man does not kneel – kneeling is MY position, kneeling is what he makes ME do, and seeing him on the floor looking up at me with his hands already sliding up the backs of my thighs rearranges something fundamental in my understanding of what’s happening between us.He pulls my underwear down to my ankles and I step out of them and his hands guide me backward until my shoulder blades hit the door, and my mom’s bedroom is fifteen feet down the hallway on the other side of

My mom and Dominic leave for dinner at seven and the front door hasn’t finished closing before Knox is in my doorway.He’s been different since the dinner table – since his eyes snapped to Dominic’s hand on the back of my neck and something behind his expression rearranged itself into a configuration I haven’t seen before. He’s been watching me all day with this focused intensity that goes past his usual possessiveness into something more urgent, like he’s running a calculation and the answer keeps coming back the same.“Come here,” he says, and I go because my body has been trained to respond to his voice the way plants respond to light, and he takes my hand – which is new because he doesn’t usually hold my hand, he usually GRABS things – and leads me down the hallway to his room and closes the door behind us.His room smells like him. Leather and engine grease and warm skin and that unnamed thing underneath that makes my lower belly tighten every time I breathe it in. He turns to fa

I made it back to my room in eleven seconds.Eleven seconds of creeping down the hallway naked with my clothes balled up against my chest and Knox’s bite throbbing on my shoulder and his cum still wet between my thighs, and my mom was humming in the entryway while I slipped through my door and pressed my back against it and stood there breathing like I’d just sprinted a mile instead of walking fifteen feet.That was last night. Now it’s morning and I’m standing in front of my bathroom mirror cataloguing the damage, and the damage is extensive.The bite on my shoulder has bloomed into a deep purple crescent that no amount of concealer is going to cover, so I’m wearing a high-necked shirt in the middle of September like a person who makes excellent life choices.His fingerprints are on both hips – four distinct ovals on each side where he gripped me while he was inside me, and the bruises are dark enough that they look like ink stains against my skin.There’s a mark on my inner thigh th