Love Affair With My Stepson

The Halls Mansion, a villa on the hill. At this moment, it was late at night and quiet, with heavy snow outside. This wasn't the first time Lily Smith had heard this enchanting and decadent voice filled with excitement. The moans of a woman sounded both pleasure and pain, echoing one after another, clear and abrupt in this deep and vast estate. Ironically, Lily lived just a wall away. She reached out and turned on the bedside lamp, glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was already three in the morning. She sneered. The stamina was remarkable, not taking a break for several hours. She was sleeping lightly, but with such a commotion, it seemed she wouldn't sleep tonight. She lifted the covers and stepped her delicate and exquisite feet onto the cashmere carpet. It was warm inside because of the heater. Although it was the season of heavy snowfall, she didn't feel the cold. However, for some reason, she felt a chilling sensation, invading her limbs and body. She put on a silk long-sleeved robe, loosely tying it around her waist. She intended to go downstairs to pour a glass of water. The heater in the room was on high, making her feel thirsty due to the dryness. As soon as she opened the door, she coincidentally met a seductive woman with hardly any fabric on her body. Both of them froze for a moment upon meeting. The woman wore high-heels, in a domineering manner, looking down at Lily disdainfully as she lazily yawned, appearing tired and fatigued. As she passed by Lily, she let out a contemptuous cold snort and swaggered away. Behind her, Daniel Hall crossed his arms and casually crossed his long legs, leaning against the door in a lazy manner. His sleepwear was slightly open, with the belt around his waist loosely hanging. Exposing a large area of tan skin, it was bewitching and seductive, with the look of satisfaction. His eyes looked dangerous and devilish, reflecting a ridiculing smirk. His thin lips curled upwards, and his clear voice seemed to come from a distant valley, "It seems I've disturbed you, my apologies." Upon hearing this, Lily’s hands, hanging by the side of her rob, subtly tightened her sleeves. To hide her embarrassment, she forced a nonchalant smile, "No, I hope you had a good time." After speaking, she turned her head and quickly walked down the stairs as if there were a flood or a fierce beast chasing after her. Having a good time? Daniel coldly thought over these words. In the following week, Daniel would bring different women back every night, just as he used to, continuing until midnight or even early morning. And during this week, Lily truly understood what it meant to be in a difficult situation. Just the thought of Daniel being intimate with other women made her unable to resist wanting to roar. But as time went on, she became calm instead. Listening to the “passionate symphony” every day, she naturally couldn't fall asleep, but she strangely picked up on some clues. Perhaps her composure displeased Daniel. As for why, she knew. Daniel wanted her to suffer, to see her miserable. He would be happy then, and conversely, he would feel frustrated and angry. "Your self-control is impressive, huh?" After seeing off another seductive woman, he ignored the protocol and quietly unlocked her bedroom door, sneaked into her room, trapping her beneath him, and coldly interrogated her. Due to the recent cool weather and lack of rest, she had caught a severe cold. She had taken cold medicine and went to bed early, but she never expected him to suddenly burst into her room. She was caught off guard, panicked, and her young face filled with exhaustion and shock. Her bright eyes flickered like tiny flames. "Are you...out of your mind? In the middle of the night, you sneak into my room. What kind of etiquette is that? According to seniority in the family, you should call me 'mother'!" Her throat was dry and painful, her voice hoarse and difficult to hear, but it couldn't hide her anger and the authority she tried to maintain. In the deep darkness of the night, Lily couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but she could clearly sense the anger emanating from him, accompanied by intense hatred. "Do you even deserve it? A scheming b***h like you wants to show off in front of me, thinking you have some skills!" Through gritted teeth, he uttered these words and suddenly reached out to grab her shoulder, tore open her sleepwear and bit down hard on her fair collarbone with all his strength. If he were a little more ruthless, he would have bitten her neck directly. Lily instinctively wanted to scream and resist, but in the end, she could only bite her lip, silently enduring his savage behavior. Eventually, when Daniel caught a whiff of the scent of blood, he released her, licked the bloodstain at the corner of his lips, and left with a satisfied smile. As if a vampire in the dark night had been nourished by fresh blood and left satisfied.