Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother
His arms wrapped around me, possessive, as he whispered, “You’re mine, Clara. This pussy, this ass, this mouth—all mine. And on that cruise? I’m fucking you on every deck, marking you so everyone knows.”
As we lay there, the weight of his words sank in, mingling with Jenna’s warning from last night: *You can’t let him manipulate you.* My body was sated, sore, covered in his marks—bruises, bites, cum—but my mind was a storm. The cruise loomed ahead, a glittering promise of more of this—passion, pain, and chains disguised as desire. Could I break free? Did I even want to?
For now, I stayed, trapped in his arms, the afterglow a fleeting comfort against the chaos inside.
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