Chapter 22
Derek’s POV
The 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 c**k buried deep inside me.
Each thrust was hard and deliberate, his hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back.
“f**k, 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 d
