The blue glow of the laptop screen cast a lurid sheen across Maya’s face, illuminating the sheen of sweat on her forehead. The sounds from the headphones were a visceral symphony of grunts, gasps, and wet, slapping flesh, each sound a direct current to the core of her being.

Her fingers, trembling slightly, traced the outline of the man on the screen, his powerful build, his dominant stance, his eyes that held a hint of something dark and possessive. It wasn’t the actor she saw, not truly. It was David. Her stepfather.

The obsession had started subtly, a slow-burning ember ignited years ago, the first time she’d truly seen him....