The digital glow of Hannah's phone illuminated the dark room, casting an eerie light on her sleeping face. My fingers hesitated over the screen, but curiosity gnawed at me like a persistent itch. I swiped through her messages, my heart pounding in sync with the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. There it was—a chat thread with Alex. The name alone sent a jolt through me, but it was the content that made my breath hitch.

Explicit texts, teasing photos, videos of their past escapades. My eyes darted to Hannah, her peaceful sleep a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. The videos played one after another, each more provocative than the last. She had been with him during our early days, seeking closure in the most carnal way. Betrayal seeped into my veins, yet alongside it, an unexpected arousal pulsed beneath my skin.

My hand drifted down to my crotch, the fabric of my boxers dampening as I imagined those scenarios playing out again, but this time with me instead of him. The guilt gnawed at me, but the desire was stronger. I needed to wake her up, to claim her in a way that left no room for doubt about who she belonged to.

I crawled over to her side of the bed, my movements deliberate and slow. Her breaths were soft, almost serene. I let my fingers trail along her arm, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. "Hannah," I whispered, my voice rough with unshed desire.

Her eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding her features before recognition set in. "Marcus? What's wrong?"

I didn't answer right away. Instead, I leaned in closer, brushing my lips against hers in a feather-light kiss. "Nothing's wrong," I murmured, my tone dripping with intensity. "But something's about to change."

She seemed to sense the shift in me, her body tensing slightly. "What do you mean?"

"Just relax," I said, my hands moving to cup her face. "Let me take care of everything."

Her eyes widened as I pushed the blankets aside, revealing her bare legs. My fingers traced the delicate curve of her thigh, sending shivers down her spine. I could see the uncertainty in her gaze, but there was also a flicker of anticipation. Good. Let her wonder what I was planning.

I leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss. Her hands came up to grip my shoulders, pulling me closer. It was a silent agreement, a surrender to the moment. My fingers slipped beneath the hem of her nightgown, finding the warm, smooth expanse of her back. I tugged the fabric higher, baring her breasts to my hungry eyes.

Her nipples tightened in the cool air, begging for attention. I took one into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder as I felt her arch beneath me. "Marcus," she gasped, her hands tightening on my hair.

"Tell me," I demanded, my voice thick with desire. "Did he ever make you feel like this?"

She froze for a moment, her eyes searching mine. "No," she breathed, her voice trembling. "He never did."

Satisfaction surged through me, fueling my actions. I traced a path down her body with my tongue, tasting every inch of her until I reached the juncture of her thighs. She was already wet, her scent mingling with the remnants of our earlier lovemaking. I spread her legs wider, positioning myself between them.

"Spread your legs wider," I commanded, watching as she complied, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and excitement. I dipped my head lower, kissing the sensitive skin just above her clit. "Alex never got to see you like this, did he?"

"No," she whimpered, her hips bucking off the bed. "Only you."

"Good," I replied, my voice gravelly with need. "Because now, you're all mine."

I drove my tongue into her, eliciting a sharp cry from her lips. She tasted sweet, intoxicating, and I reveled in the power I held over her. Each stroke of my tongue was punctuated with questions, probing for the truth while simultaneously driving her wild.

"Does he know how tight you are?" I asked, circling her clit with my thumb. "How much you crave this?"

"No," she moaned, her hands clutching the sheets. "Only you know."

"Then let me remind you," I growled, thrusting two fingers inside her as I sucked hard on her clit. Her body convulsed around my fingers, the walls of her pussy squeezing tight as she came apart beneath me.

I withdrew my fingers slowly, letting her ride out the waves of pleasure. "Turn over," I ordered, watching as she shifted onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to me. I positioned myself behind her, lining my cock up with her entrance.

"Are you ready for me?" I asked, gripping her hips tightly.

"Yes," she panted, her head hanging low. "Please, Marcus."

With one swift motion, I plunged into her, relishing the sensation of her heat surrounding me. I pulled back almost completely, then thrust forward again, setting a brutal pace. Each slam of my hips was accompanied by a question, each word designed to keep her on edge.

"Do you think he could make you scream like this?" I demanded, my voice raw with emotion.

"No," she cried, her body trembling beneath me. "Only you can do that."

"And will you only scream for me?" I pressed, increasing my speed.

"Yes," she sobbed, her nails digging into the mattress. "Only for you."

The knowledge that I was the only one who could bring her to this level of ecstasy fueled my thrusts. I wanted to mark her, to brand her with my presence. I reached around, tweaking her nipples roughly, eliciting another series of cries from her lips.

"One last time," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Promise me you'll never go back to him."

"Never," she promised, her voice firm. "Only you, Marcus. Always you."

With that, I let go, spilling myself deep inside her as we both shattered into blissful oblivion.

The next night, sleep eludes me once again. I toss and turn, my mind replaying the images from Hannah's phone like a twisted loop of arousal and betrayal. My hand slides down to my hardening cock, but I stop myself, knowing I need more than just physical release. I need to understand, to reclaim what was unearthed.

Quietly, I slip out of bed, careful not to wake Hannah. Her phone lies on the nightstand, taunting me. With a deep breath, I pick it up, my heart pounding in my chest. The screen lights up as I unlock it, revealing more hidden folders labeled with cryptic names. My fingers tremble as I navigate deeper into her digital secrets.

A video file catches my eye—Alex's name clearly visible. My stomach churns, but my cock betrays me, thickening with anticipation. I hit play, and the screen fills with their entangled bodies, writhing in pleasure. Alex's hands grip Hannah's thighs, spreading them wide as he thrusts inside her. She moans, her head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy. My jaw clenches, a mix of fury and desire burning within me.

"Marcus?" Hannah's sleepy voice pulls me from the screen. I quickly lock the phone, turning to face her.

"Did you find something interesting?" she asks, her tone playful yet laced with curiosity.

"Maybe," I reply, my voice gravelly. "Come here."

She blinks, still half-asleep, but moves closer to me. I take her hand, leading her to the living room. The dim light casts shadows on her face, making her look both vulnerable and inviting. I sit on the couch, pulling her onto my lap, her legs straddling me.

"Tell me about him," I demand, my hands gripping her hips tightly. "Tell me what you liked about fucking Alex."

Her eyes widen, but there's no fear, only intrigue. "Are you sure you want to hear this?"

"I need to know," I growl, my cock pressing against her through our clothes. "Every detail."

She takes a deep breath, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. "He was always so...forceful. He knew exactly how to touch me, to make me beg for more. There was never any doubt who was in control."

My hands tighten on her, mirroring the forcefulness she described. "And did you like that? Liking being controlled?"

"Yes," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "I loved knowing he was in charge, that he could make me feel so much."

I pull her shirt over her head, exposing her breasts. My mouth closes around one hardened nipple, sucking deeply. She gasps, her hands clutching my shoulders. "Did he do this?" I ask between bites, alternating between her nipples.

"Yes," she whimpers. "But he was rougher."

I bite down harder, eliciting a sharp cry from her. "Like this?"

"Harder," she pants, her body arching into mine. "Please, Marcus."

I twist her nipple between my fingers, watching her reactions closely. "Did he make you come like this?"

"No," she admits, her eyes pleading. "Not like this."

I stand, lifting her effortlessly and carrying her to the bedroom. She wraps her legs around me, her core grinding against my hardness. I throw her onto the bed, following her down. My hands roam her body, mapping every inch with possessive intent.

"What else did he do?" I demand, my voice hoarse with desire. "Tell me."

She hesitates, her eyes searching mine. "He would...tie me up. Sometimes blindfold me. Make me wait until he was ready."

My cock throbs at the image. "Do you want that now?"

"Yes," she breathes, her body trembling beneath me. "Please, Marcus."

I grab a scarf from the dresser, looping it around her wrists before tying them to the headboard. Her eyes widen, mixed with excitement and uncertainty. I lean down, kissing her slowly, tasting every inch of her mouth. "Good girl," I murmur, my hands roaming her body freely now.

"Did he talk dirty to you?" I ask, trailing my fingers down her spine. "Did he tell you how much he wanted you?"

"Yes," she whispers, her breath hitching. "He always said...how wet I made him, how much he wanted to fuck me raw."

I push her thighs apart, sliding two fingers inside her. She gasps, her body tightening around me. "Is this what you want?" I ask, pumping my fingers in and out. "To be fucked raw?"

"Yes," she cries, her hips bucking against my hand. "Only by you, Marcus."

I remove my fingers, positioning my cock at her entrance. "You belong to me," I declare, slamming into her with one forceful thrust. "Say it."

"I belong to you," she chants, her voice breaking with emotion. "Only you."

I pound into her relentlessly, each thrust pushing us both closer to the edge. "Does it feel better than with him?" I demand, my breath ragged.

"Yes," she moans, her nails digging into the sheets. "So much better."