He had always been the one taking good care of me. When I was younger, he would sit me down and gently massage my aching legs after a long day of playing outside. Back then, it was innocent. He was just a father looking after his stepdaughter.

But everything changed as I grew older. I started catching his darkened gaze lingering on my curves, and I began to crave things a daughter shouldn't want.

That all shattered during our three-week family vacation to Thailand. A brutally bumpy car ride left my entire body wrecked and aching. Seeing my pain, he offered his magic hands to massage the soreness away, just like he used to.

He broke every rule, stretching me out and claiming me right under her nose. From a hidden waterfall cave to the living room couch, we spent the rest of the trip taking thrilling, filthy risks.