Ava’s pov

He pushes in slowly. Inch by inch. Eyes locked on mine. The same stretch, the same fullness, but the pace changes everything. I feel every ridge. Every vein. The thick drag of him against walls that are raw and swollen and still trembling.

My legs wrap around his waist without permission.

Then he moves. Fast. Deep. The tenderness was a lie. He fucks me with a force that drives my body into the mattress. The headboard taps the wall.

I don't care anymore because it's two in the morning and my parents are asleep and my stepbrother is buried inside me and I'm done being quiet.

"Louder," he...