CHAPTER TWO
My legs felt like they’d turned to f*****g jelly right there in the archway, heart hammering so violently against my ribs I swore the whole house could hear it over the filthy moans still pouring from the TV.
Shame flooded my face in hot waves while my p***y clenched and dripped like a traitor, soaking the crotch of my tiny grey boy shorts even more because Elena.
My goddamn stepmother—was staring straight at me with those dark, hungry eyes and that wicked little smile curving her full lips like she’d been waiting for this exact moment all along.
Waiting for the resentful little college girl who hated her guts to finally get caught touching herself to the sight of her perfect body spread open and glistening on the couch.
I should’ve run. I should’ve bolted upstairs, locke
