Lila POV
I walked into the lecture hall for my required Intro to Erotic Literature seminar with my thighs still sore from last night and my mind a complete mess. The campus was buzzing with first-day energy students laughing, comparing schedules, flirting shamelessly but all I could think about was Damon’s thick c**k stretching me open in that dark art studio. The way he hadn’t pulled out even after the mask slipped. The way he’d thrust one last time while I came around him like a desperate w***e.
“Stepbrother.” The word made my stomach twist with shame and something far darker. Something addictive.
I chose a seat near the middle, smoothing down my short black pleated skirt. No panties today. I told myself it was for comfort in the heat, but deep down I knew the truth. Part of me hoped
