Monalisa lay awake in Damien’s massive bed, staring at the ornate ceiling as soft morning light filtered through the heavy silk curtains. Her body was a map of last night’s sin, dark hickeys blooming across her neck and breasts, her thighs sticky with dried cum, and a deep, delicious ache between her legs that refused to fade.She should have felt regret, shame, horror at what she had done with her own stepfather.Instead, all she felt was a warm, dangerous hunger.She turned her head slightly, Damien was still asleep beside her, one powerful arm draped possessively over her waist. Even in sleep, he looked commanding, sharp jawline, silver-streaked dark hair tousled, broad muscular chest rising and falling steadily. He was beautiful in a terrifying way.Monalisa’s phone buzzed quietly on the nightstand, she reached for it carefully.Sophie: Monalisa, where are you? You’ve been absent for weeks. I’m really worried, call me.Guilt twisted sharply in her chest, Sophie had been her best f
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