All Chapters of PINNED BY MY STEPFATHER (MxM): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 22Derek’s POVThe apartment was supposed to be empty for at least another hour. Mom had texted she was stuck in a late meeting at the clinic. Marcus had used the opportunity immediately.We were in his room, the door only halfway closed. He had me bent over the edge of his bed, pants around my ankles, his thick cock buried deep inside me. Each thrust was hard and deliberate, his hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back.“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled low, hips snapping against me. “Taking your stepfather so well.”I moaned into the mattress, trying to stay quiet even as pleasure tore through me. The risk made everything more intense,  the chance that Mom could come home early, the way his dominant voice pushed every button I had.We were so lost in it that we didn’t hear the front door open.“Boys? I’m home early!” Mom’s voice

Chapter 24Derek’s POVThe campus quad was busy with students rushing between classes, but Lena had cornered me near the library steps, her sharp eyes narrowed in that way that always made me nervous.“You’ve been avoiding me,” she said, arms crossed. “And don’t give me that ‘busy with research’ bullshit again. Something’s going on with you, Derek. I can see it.”I shifted my backpack, trying to look casual. “It’s just family stuff with the wedding coming up. It’s stressful.”Lena wasn’t buying it. “Uh-huh. And does that ‘family stuff’ explain why you look like you haven’t slept properly in weeks? Or why do you get weird every time Marcus’s name comes up?”My stomach twisted. The near-misses, the constant tension, the secret encounters during wedding planning, it was all wearing me down. Lena had always b

Chapter 26Derek’s POVThe dining table had completely disappeared under layers of wedding chaos. Brochures for venues, flower arrangements, cake samples, color swatches, and seating charts covered every available surface. Mom sat at the head of the table like a general commanding her troops, her face glowing with pure joy as she flipped through yet another thick catalog.“What do you think of this garden theme for the ceremony, boys?” she asked excitedly, pushing a glossy page toward us. “The string lights and flower arches would look so romantic in the photos!”Marcus, ever the perfect fiancé, leaned in beside her and nodded thoughtfully. “It does look beautiful. Very elegant. Derek, what’s your opinion?”I forced a smile that felt more like a grimace. “Yeah… it’s nice, Mom. Really nice.” Under the table, Marcus’s foot slowly rubbed against my ankle

Chapter 28Derek’s POVThe venue visit had dragged on for what felt like an eternity. Mom was in full wedding-planner mode, dragging us from location to location, discussing lighting options, seating arrangements, photo backdrops, and floral installations in exhaustive detail. The air in each venue smelled of fresh flowers and polished wood, but all I could focus on was Marcus, the heat of his body whenever he stood close, the low timbre of his voice, the way his hand would brush against mine when Mom wasn’t looking.By the time we finally headed home in the late afternoon, the sexual tension between us had reached a dangerous boiling point. Every accidental touch during the day had left my skin buzzing.Mom pulled into a grocery store parking lot. “I need a few things for dinner,” she said cheerfully. “I’ll be quick. You two wait here.”The moment her figure disappear

Chapter 30Derek’s POVThe wedding stress had reached a fever pitch in the apartment. The dining table was buried under a mountain of brochures, sample flower arrangements that filled the air with sweet, cloying scents, printed contracts, and half-finished seating charts. Mom moved through the chaos with radiant energy, humming softly as she reviewed the guest list one more time, her pen tapping rhythmically against the paper. “This is really happening,” she said with a bright, genuine smile, reaching for Marcus’s hand across the table. “Our family is starting fresh. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”Marcus squeezed her hand, the picture of calm support, his thumb stroking the back of her hand gently. But his dark eyes flicked to me across the table, holding that heated, possessive look that always made my stomach tighten and my skin prickle with awareness.Every