Claimed By My Boyfriend's Father 
"We can't do this," I whispered, even as Jamie's fingers traced my jaw.
"Tell me to stop," he commanded, his grey eyes darkening with desire.
I should have. But instead: "I can't."
His hand slid beneath my shirt. "This is wrong."
"Then stop touching me."
"I can't." His voice was raw. "Every night I think about you. About this."
When his mouth finally claimed mine, it tasted like sin and salvation. His hands gripped my waist, lifting me onto the counter. I wrapped my legs around him, and reality dissolved.
"Right now, you're mine," he growled against my neck.
"Even knowing what it costs?" I gasped.
"Even then."
What happened in that kitchen was unforgivable. Beautiful and terrible and absolutely devastating.
But our secret didn't stay buried.
When a mysterious text arrives—*"I saw what you did"*—followed by photos taken through my window, I realize someone was watching. Someone knows. And they're not just threatening to tell Aiden.
They're playing a twisted game where we're all pieces on the board.
As paranoia turns to obsession and obsession bleeds into violence, I face an impossible truth: the person I should fear most might be the one I thought I knew best.
**Some secrets refuse to stay buried. Some desires demand everything. And some love stories end in blood.**