**Title: Claiming What’s Mine**

It had been months of stolen glances, lingering touches, and hushed conversations whenever my brother-in-law wasn’t around. Amelia—his perfect little trophy wife—had been teasing me for weeks, wearing those tight dresses that hugged her curves, bending over just a little too far in front of me. But tonight, in *my* mansion, things were finally going to change.

She was sprawled across my leather couch, sipping wine, the neckline of her dress dipping low enough that I could see the swell of her tits. The way she bit her lip when our eyes met told me she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Where’s Jason?” I asked, my voice rough.

She smirked. “Upstairs. Working, as always.”

I didn’t hesitate. I crossed the room, grabbing her wrist and pulling her up against me. She gasped, but didn’t fight me. “You’ve been begging for this,” I growled. My hand slid up her thigh, pushing her dress up until my fingers brushed against her soaked panties.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, her hips rocking against my touch.

“You want my cock instead of his?” I murmured, biting her neck.

She moaned, nodding. “Yes. *Please.*”

That was all I needed. I yanked her panties down, fingers plunging into her wet pussy. She was *dripping*, her body practically vibrating under my touch. I dragged my fingers out, smearing her slickness across her lips before shoving them into her mouth. “Taste how fucking eager you are for me.”

Her tongue swirled around my fingers, eyes locked on mine.

Then—the sound of footsteps. Jason stood in the doorway, his face pale. “What the *fuck*?” he choked out.

Amelia froze, but I didn’t stop. I kept my hand between her legs, fingers rubbing her clit as I looked up at him. “She’s mine now.”

Jason lunged forward, but I caught his wrist, twisting it hard until he dropped to his knees with a cry. “You’re gonna watch,” I snarled, shoving him back.

Amelia’s breath hitched as I dragged her to the floor, tearing the rest of her dress off. I didn’t waste time—I buried my face between her thighs, licking and sucking her clit until she was writhing, her fingers tangled in my hair.

“Oh my *god*,” she moaned, arching against my mouth.

Jason tried to lurch forward again, but I grabbed his hair, forcing him to watch as I slid two fingers inside Amelia, stretching her. “See how wet she gets for me?” I taunted. “She’s *never* this loud with you.”

Amelia’s legs trembled, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she came with a sharp cry. I didn’t let her recover—I flipped her onto her hands and knees, unfastening my belt. My cock was rock-hard, aching as I pressed it against her slick entrance.

“Tell him you want it,” I demanded.

She whimpered, looking back at her husband. “I—I need it—”

I slammed into her, fucking her hard from the first thrust. Amelia screamed, her back arching as I gripped her hips, pounding her deep. Every snap of my hips had her gasping, her pussy gripping me like a vice.

Jason was shaking, his face red with humiliation. “Fuck you,” he spat.

I smirked, reaching down to stroke his chin before wrapping my hand around his throat. “You’re next.”

Amelia came again, her body tightening around me as I fucked her through it, my cock throbbing as I filled her up. But I wasn’t done—not even close.

Jason tried to scramble away, but I grabbed him, tearing his pants down. He was soft, terrified, but it didn’t matter. I spit into my hand, stroking him until he was half-hard, then shoved him onto his back.

“No—*no*—” he choked out.

I didn’t care. I pressed my cock against his ass, spitting again before pushing in. He screamed, but Amelia was watching, her hands between her legs as she rubbed her clit.

“*That’s it,*” she moaned. “Take him—*own him*.”

I fucked him hard, my grip bruising on his hips as I claimed him the same way I’d claimed his wife. And when I came inside him, painting his ass with my cum, Amelia was touching herself, her eyes locked on mine.

Because she knew the truth now—they *both* belonged to me.