Bronte’s POV The days after the wedding blurred into a dangerous new normal. Rufus was officially my stepdaddy now, and the title only made everything hotter. Every time Mom called him “honey” or kissed him in the kitchen, a dark, possessive jealousy twisted in my stomach. He was hers on paper. But in the shadows, in the stolen moments, he was mine. We had to be careful. Mom was home more than usual that week, excited about their new life together. She kept planning little family dinners and talking about how happy she was. Every time she said it, I felt a pang of guilt mixed with the thrill of knowing I was fucking her husband behind her back. Rufus and I barely had time alone, but we made the most of every second. One afternoon, Mom was in the garden tending to her flowers. Rufus found me in the laundry room. He didn’t say a word. He just closed the door, locked it, and pushed me against the washing machine. “Been thinking about this all day,” he growled, his hands sliding und
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