Helen
I unlocked my phone with trembling fingers, the house finally wrapped in that delicious, heavy silence I’d been waiting for all evening. Mom had left for her night shift at the hospital hours ago, Jake had supposedly headed out to the gym, and Marcus—my stepfather—had muttered something about a late meeting before the front door clicked shut. The quiet pressed in on me like a lover’s breath against my neck, feeding the constant, aching hunger between my thighs. God, my s****l needs had been neglected for so long it felt like torture. Twenty-two years old, with full breasts, wide hips, and a mouth that men stared at, yet no one had touched me the way I truly craved. Not the filthy, twisted, no-limits way that made my p***y throb just thinking about it.
I stripped down to nothing bu
