‌

The stepson only gone to her room to ask something simple… But he froze at the door when he heard the soft voice — almost a stifled moan — coming from stepmom mouth. It was a face he knew well… but her eyes were different. Full. Lost. Locked onto someone who wasn’t her partner. She didn’t realize she was being watched. Lips parted, breath shallow… that expression—hot, flushed, and far away. A lover, clearly. And stepson had walked in at the perfect moment — just long enough to turn what he saw into a quiet wepon. When she finally noticed him in the doorway, she jumped. Scrambled to shut off the screen. But it was too late. He saw everything. — “You… you won’t say anything, right?” she asked, barely above a whisper. He stepped closer, slow and steady, locking eyes with her like he already knew exactly how much power he held in that moment. — “That depends…” he said with a smirk — the kind that danced between teasing and temptation. — “What will you do to make sure I stay quiet?” She swallowed hard. Nervous — but not just that. There was something else: curiosity… tension… that undeniable fire building under her skin. He didn’t want an apology. And she knew it. — “Let’s pick up where you left off…” he whispered. — “Show me what you were doing for him.” It wasn’t a threat. It was a forbidden invitation. A power play she could’ve refused... But didn’t. A slow smile formed on her lips — not of guilt, but surrender. Because sometimes, keeping one secret… means creating another even bigger.