50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE
“What are you doing in here? Get out! Mom and Dad are right down the hall!”
Tyler stepped inside and closed the door behind him with a soft click. He locked it. He was shirtless, wearing only gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the massive bulge straining against the fabric. His eyes were dark, hungry, and dangerous.
“I heard you,” he said, voice low and rough. “You were moaning my name while you fingered your little pussy. You were begging your stepbrother to breed you.”
Harper’s face burned with shame. She clutched the sheet tighter to her chest.