"What do you mean?" he asked. His voice was hushed. His eyes darted between me and Mom's still form on the mattress.

"Don't play dumb," I whispered, stepping closer. "We have unfinished business. But maybe you aren't brave enough to look me in the eye and admit it."

"Emily, stop," he warned, though his breathing grew heavy.

"I came so we can fuck our brains out," I stated, holding his gaze.

His thoughts blasted into my mind:

"Christ. How is she this bold? Is she drunk? My innocent princess is literally begging me to fuck her."

"I'm not drunk," I murmured, keeping my voice firm. "I'm just bold enough to...