Hot Mom's Desire
He wanted her to be his, but in the most revolting status possible: a helpless stepmother.
"You chose the money, didn't you?" Xavier hissed against Elara’s lips, his voice thick with a mixture of rage and lust. "Now, feel how cold that money is while you sleep beside a living corpse."
Xavier’s large, calloused hand slid up Elara’s thigh, hiking the thin silk dress up to her waist. Elara tried to squeeze her legs shut, but Xavier’s strength was insurmountable. He forced her legs to wrap around his waist, positioning her at the very edge of the mahogany desk.