LENA'S POV

Alex’s hand shot out toward me, fingers brushing my arm as Marcus yanked me back against his chest. The full video was queued up on Alex’s phone, ready to send. Thirty seconds until it dropped and every relative, every friend, every future employer saw me pregnant and begging my stepbrother to breed me.

“Touch her again and I’ll break your fucking hand,” Marcus snarled, stepping between us. His body radiated heat, his cum still leaking down my thighs under my dress.

Mom stood frozen on the stairs. Dad looked ready to explode. “This is sick. You two—”

“It’s real,” I cut in, voice shaking but steady. My hand...