Elena POV
I stood frozen in the doorway of his study, rain hammering the windows like it wanted to break in.
The power had been out for almost an hour. The only light came from the occasional flash of lightning, and that was how I saw him.
Julian Vance. My mother’s husband.
My stepfather of six months.
Standing by the tall window in nothing but dark sweatpants that sat low on his hips. One hand rested against the glass. The other was wrapped loosely around the thick, heavy shape of his c**k through the fabric. Even half-hard it looked obscene. Big. Thick. Straining.
I should have turned around. I should have pretended I never saw it. Instead I just stared.
He turned his head slowly, like he already knew I was there. Dark eyes locked on mine. No surprise. No anger. Just that calm,
