The house was silent except for the pounding of my heart as I crept down the hallway at 2 a.m. My silk nightie clung to my damp skin, n*****s stiff against the fabric, my p***y already throbbing with forbidden heat. Tyler had just emerged from that room again...his mysterious forbidden sanctuary no one was allowed to enter.
He looked exactly like he always did afterward: shirtless, sweat glistening on his ripped abs and broad chest, hair messy, breathing heavy like he'd just f****d someone raw. His sweatpants did nothing to hide the massive bulge still half-hard between his legs.
Mom was away again. She never went in there. But I had to know. Who was the mistress making my stepfather ignore me for three years? The same man who had almost taken my virginity on my 18th birthday... the man
