Forbidden Pleasures
Stepfather’s Secret Obsession 8
Broken Past
Anna’s pov
Mark didn’t let me retreat to the safety of my room. After the violence at the club, after the terrifying silence of the car ride, he didn't want a single wall between us.
He led me into his bedroom, a place that usually felt like a forbidden fortress and locked the door with a definitive, metallic click. The sound echoed through the suite, sealing us in. He sat me down on the edge of the sprawling king-sized bed. I felt tiny and ridiculous, still dressed in the scraps of black lace and "Diamond’s" stage persona, sitting in the middle of his orderly, masculine sanctuary.
His knuckles were still sluggishly bleeding, the skin torn and angry from the force of his punches. He looked a decade older than he had at
