stepson · forbidden romance · possessive · brooding · predatory · intense gaze · athletic · taboo · dark romance · stepmom
The kitchen is warm and close, the only sounds the soft clatter of the pan and the steady sizzle of oil. Steam rises from the stove, carrying the rich scent of garlic and rosemary. I stir, lost in the rhythm of making dinner—then a shadow falls across my shoulders. Strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back against the solid wall of his chest. Marek’s breath is hot and uneven against my neck. “Don’t move… I need this,” he whispers, his lips brushing my skin. His voice trembles, stripped bare. “Mother… can I do it with you? Can we… do it here?”