In Love With My Stepson
Her limbs felt crushed and shattered like a truck had just run through her.
“I failed,” she whispered hoarsely, disgusted with herself.
But then the click of the door opening—
Turning her head to the side, that young blonde man walked in, eyes beaming with mischief, a broad creepy smile on his face.
He walked to the bed and began peeling off his clothes. “Pretty face. I know you’re worn out and used to exhaustion by my cousin,” he breathed.
“Cousin?” Selene thought.
“But the thing is—I’ve got a thing for the women he fucks,” he said, climbing onto the bed. “Why? Because I want to be just like him. No—even better. I want to take over his crown.”