Julian's POV
I watched from the upstairs window as Mom’s car pulled into the driveway. Cassandra. My Cassandra. At forty-nine, she still looked incredible with her curvy hips, full breasts that had nursed me and later fed my darkest hungers, that elegant neck I loved marking.
For years we’d been f*****g like animals whenever Dad was away on business and after he passed. I dominated her completely in our secret life. She’d moan my name like a prayer while I buried myself balls-deep in the cunt that gave birth to me. But tonight she was glowing in a way that wasn’t for me.
She stepped out in a tasteful black dress that hugged her mature body, laughing softly on her phone. “Yes, Richard, I had a wonderful time too. Dinner was perfect. I’d love to do it again soon.” My blood turned to ice.
