Forbidden Pleasures
Stepfather’s Secret Obsession 13
The Great Escape
Anna’s pov
The morning light felt like a physical weight, pressing through the curtains and demanding that the world return to its polished, lie-filled state. I lay in the quiet of Mark’s arms for a few minutes, listening to the steady thrum of his heart, before the reality of the house settled back in. We were a house of glass, and the cracks were spider-webbing further every single day.
When we finally descended the stairs, the domestic mask was firmly back in place. Mom was already in the kitchen, her back to us as she poured coffee. The smell of hazelnut roast and burnt toast filled the airthe scent of a normal family morning.
Mark didn't hesitate. He walked into the room with a calm, practiced authority that
