Eric had been the perfect stepdad—protective, caring, and essentially my best friend.

But everything changed the night before my eighteenth birthday. I came home to the heavy sounds of him ruthlessly dominating my mother.

I shouldn’t have watched. I definitely shouldn’t have slipped my hand between my legs, desperately wishing it was me taking his thick length.

The next morning, we left for my milestone birthday camping trip. Thanks to a packing mistake, we were forced to share a single, cramped tent and one mattress. In the pitch-black space, with my mother sleeping just inches away, the forbidden line was completely obliterated.

He didn't just touch me; he claimed me right behind her back, burying himself inside me while she slept.

And once I tasted the dangerous, suffocating thrill of stealing my mother's perfect husband, I knew I was completely corrupted—and I couldn't wait for more.