Marked By My Stepbrother: His Secret Obsession

Arya’s POV

He slammed me into the wall, grabbing my ass cheek, desperate and longing for something.

His lips clashed against mine hungrily, like a vicious feral beast.

I barely had time to register it all, but I moaned, too ecstatic to call it off.

“We shouldn't..." I whispered; immediately he pulled out. “This is wrong.”

They were both panting heavily.

He grabbed my chin, roughly. Painful. His hot breath cascaded on my face as he stared with lust. “I do whatever I want with you, Arya.” I gulped, "You know why? Because I own you.”

I caught sight of his veins, bulging like he was trying to hold back something in.

"I…I am your sister…” I said softly; he cut me off.

“Step-sister," he corrected, not giving me any chance.

His hands slid back into my core, a gasp escaped my lips, and tears brimmed in my eyes.

“What if the alpha finds out? He'll kill me for sure.” I pushed his chest slightly, but he was stronger.

“Let me worry about that.” His fingers played with my clits. He rained kisses on my neck; I was already soaked for him.

I palmed my mouth to keep it from making other lustful sounds. "Take your hands off your mouth. Your moans are music to my ears.”

I obeyed.

“You're already wet for me.” He chuckled deeply. “Want me to fuck your cunt?”

I closed my thighs; he noticed it and widened my legs. My core throbbed against his thrust, his other hand widening my legs.

Everything felt so rushed, wrong, and forbidden.

I don't want this; I shouldn't, but it felt so good. More than I have ever felt in years.

Then pain exploded from my neck, like fangs sinking into my skin.

“Ow.” I yelped, "Did you just mark me?”

I uttered, in disbelief.

“Now, everyone would know who truly owns this pussy.” His breathing became ragged.

“You won't like this as much as I do.” He softened.

I nodded.

“Then stop fighting it.”

*************

Wet liquid courses through my body, making me jump to my feet, awakened from my dream.

“I called your name forever, and here you are still sleeping.” Laura barked at me, a glass cup over my head.

She had poured me water.

I sprang to my feet, my legs wobbly, but I gained my balance.

“I overslept. "Sorry." I bowed my head slightly.

“You better be,” she said, folding her arms. “Get my dress ready; I will be leaving for the event in a few.”

She swayed out of my room, if you could call it that.

The alpha, or should I say, father, had given it to me in compensation for not throwing me a party for my twentieth birthday.

Not that it mattered anyways since I was basically a slave here.

I wrapped a scarf around my neck; the mark was still visible and raw even after seven years.

I rushed to the laundry to get Laura's clothes, then went into