STEP-DADDY'S SIN
“It’s not just sex anymore, baby. You’ve fucked with my head. I can’t stop thinking about you. I see you with that smug little smirk, walking around like you’re in control, and all I can think about is putting my collar around your neck and showing you who you really belong to.”
Her breath hitches. Eyes wide. Lips parted.
“You want to play with fire, sweetheart?” I ask, tilting her chin up. “Then know this, I don’t play fair. I don’t just fuck. I claim.”
“You already have,” she whispers.
And fuck me, that undoes something deep.
I kiss her. It’s not gentle.
It’s filthy and possessive and full of the war I’m losing every damn day she’s in this house.
She moans into my mouth, claws at my shirt,