LENA

“You’re really going to do this, little sis?” Marcus’s deep voice growled against my ear as we stepped into the dimly lit club, his hand possessive on the small of my back. The bass from the music pulsed through my body like a second heartbeat. “Strapped down naked on that bench for every perverted fucker here to play with? You’ve been such a brat all week. This is how you prove you belong to me?”

I shivered, my nipples already tight against the thin black dress I wore—nothing underneath, just like he’d ordered. Heat flooded my cheeks, but my pussy clenched at his words. God, yes. My stepbrother. The...