Forbidden Pleasures
Stepfather’s Secret Obsession 5
After Dinner
The Countertop Confession
Anna’s pov
The moment Mom’s footsteps reached the top of the stairs and the bathroom door clicked shut, the fragile domestic peace of the kitchen shattered. The hum of the refrigerator felt like a roar in the sudden silence.
Mark’s control didn’t just slip; it snapped.
He spun me around with a sudden, predatory grace that stole the breath from my lungs. Before I could even register the movement, I was pressed face-down against the cold granite of the kitchen counter. The stone felt icy against my flushed skin, a stark contrast to the wall of heat that was Mark’s body pinning me from behind. I felt his hard, thick c**k grinding against the small of my back, marking me even through the layers o
