Forbidden Pleasures
Stepfather’s Secret Obsession
7
The Rescue
Anna’s pov
I couldn’t stay in that house. The walls felt like they were closing in, breathing the same air as Mark after that blowout in the kitchen was suffocating. Every floorboard creak sounded like his voice, and every shadow looked like his towering silhouette. Guilt, anger, shame, and a sick, unwanted desire were all crashing into each other inside my chest, leaving me raw.
I needed to escape. I needed noise so loud I couldn't hear my own pulse, lights so bright they’d blind the memory of his disappointed stare. Most of all, I needed to feel like *I* was the one in charge of my own body again.
So I went back to the only place where I was a queen, not a secret.
I told myself it was just to dance—a professional r
